Shag tag

It would be so much cooler with sound, now wouldn`t it?
[Ah yes, so here we go again with another post to completely decimate your bandwidth.]
Sorry. ;P
In some respect, JET is like one big happy episode of “The Real World” – you take a bunch of young 20-something year old men and women from “diverse backgrounds”, throw them in a strange environment, pay them waaaaaay too much to do fake jobs (how many RW cast members have had jobs as so-called “production assistants” at Arista Records…? Do you really think that Arista records got as big as it did by riding on the backs of horny adolescents with a complete lack of social skills and a penchant for perpetually showing up to work late?) (counterpoint: how many so called “english teachers” on JET are actually adolescents with a complete lack of social skills and a penchant for showing up to work late?)
Errrm, where was I? Oh yeah. pay them way too much to do fake jobs, and then sit back and watch with a hypocritical gaze as they naturally prove to be the embodiement of your worst stereotypes (RW: the white chick and the black guy who hook up inevitably get wasted, have a blow-up argument about different their “cultures” are, and it ends with her crying on the phone to her mom as they play some Avril Lavigne crap in the background, and then they cut to a chase camera shot following him as he storms down the lonely cold streets of Chicago at night doing the “macho loner thug” thing and we all get to believe that white chicks are delicate emotional flowers of fraility and black guys are insensitive thugs. Counterpoint, JET: Gaijin get drunk, start yelling on the street at each other, Japanese follow along in the back talking amongst themselves about how uncouth and barbaric these foreigners are, and how lucky they are to be the sophisticated, nuanced flowers of civilizations and how all gaijin are insensitive thugs. Grassroots internationalization at work.)
Kento fuels up for the night ahead.
*Sigh* I just can`t seem to keep my analogies under control today. Anyway, so the whole point of the RW analogy is that, as is human nature, people in such a situation tend to start forming various cliques and groups, etc. of people who they “hang” with. Whether determined by shared interests, amorous intents, or, in the case of the poor bastards stuck way the hell out in the middle of the deep inaka, physical proximity to the only other human being for hundreds of miles who speaks english and is within 20 years of your age, these groups tend to coalesce within themselves, and solidify in their differences with other groups as time goes by. So just like the Real World, sometimes people throw a little party to bring all the “peeps” and different groups together again and remind us of that thing that we all share in common – a desire to “get down and boogie”, as some german guy put it.
Cat telling us all how incredibly sexy she is.
The name? “Shag Tag”, though for the life of me, I still don`t know what that is supposed to mean. The venue? Some place with a door fashioned out of a drainage culvert pipe known as “GYM” though heaven help you if you pronounce it “gym”, as I unfortunately did (and was promptly set upon by 4 skinny japanese guys for), as it is “Gee – why – emmm”. *rolls eyes*
Denise never looks lovelier than when she has a beer in her hand…
the hood not being a place reknown for its club life, I was a bit apprehensive about this whole affair – after all “officially sanctioned” parties are not usually the most bumping of places. But fortunately, my fears turned out to be for naught, as it was quite a great night, and a nice change of pace from the normal bar-hopping saturday night routine. There were quite a few good DJs playing that night, mainly JETs, but also some Japanese guy who spent quite a bit of time spinning in London and Tokyo (and it showed).
Oakenfold has nothing on me…
Since I fear that writers block is starting to set in (I know that these last few posts haven`t exactly been riveting) I shall just abandon all pretense of writing and put up some random pictures of people who most of you don`t know, nor really care about, but this is a blog, and that is, after all, the trademark staple of all things bloggy in nature. Enjoy.
Glowsticks = cool. Sweaty panda in the middle of rocking out = not cool.
Kento brings the Azian Thugz passion to bear on some lucky lady off camera.
Why do I always look stoned in these pictures…?
Somebody`s been playing too much Dance Dance Revolution…
Iris tries to sort out why one of the glowsticks isn`t working
(I accidentally dropped it, then stepped on it…)
Iris loves Todd…
Kat loves Takahashi…
I love Lorna…
And Lorna loves me…
Hey, a man`s gotta do what a man`s gotta do…
Chris and his girls are still going strong. Andrew, on the other hand…
Moby and I realizing that 5 am is a lot later at our age than it was when we were younger.
The problem is, at some point, you gotta come down…
Um, yeah, so that`s about it. I have a headache now, which begs the question of why I am sitting in an internet cafe instead of home in bed. But then again, Uniqlo is having a great sale…. must… go… buy… cheap… clothing….
Now listening to “Kid Koala – Basin street blues”
(amazingly, there is not one single review of his latest disc on amazon. for shame.) 4:22 am

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