Momo the tiny ChiPoo

ChiPoo is short for Chihuahua/Poodle mix. Momo is a tiny ChiPoo. Her mom, a toy poodle weighs about 2,5kg, and her dad, the Chihuahua, about 2kg. See?! The man doesn’t always have to be the taller one!

Anyhow, Momo was born September, 11, 2016, somewhere in Yamanashi, Japan.

We first met November, 6, 2016. I fell in love at first sight, but couldn’t decide to take her in for another month or so.

And when this tiny little puppy bundle of 670 grams arrived at my place, I was horrified. I grew up with not only dogs at home, but with all kind of animals. And I would say that I was always able to have a natural connection with them. However.Did I make the right decision?  Can I handle taking care of a dog? Can I give it the training it needs? What if she’s getting sick and dies because I wasn’t able to tell so? What if she’s having an accident at home while I’m out? What if’s were my constant concerns, and I developed a gastritis within the first three days Momo arrived at my place.

She now weighs roughly 2000 grams, and though we’re still not quite there with the potty training and such, I believe that we became buddies by now. I’m still worried to my bones about almost everything. But not to a gastritis kind of level.

This page will document Momo’s growths, and hopefully very soon her adventures as well!


Summer is over. A early morning rant 

sunrise in Tokyo

5am at the feet of Tokyo Tower -a bitter wake up. This shall be the last one during these summer holidays that weren’t any. 

Waking up from twisted dreams, to twisted news. 
Thinking about my BA thesis, and if there’s even a meaning behind writing about the topic I chose. Music business, may it be in Japan or in other industrial countries around the world is seizing up, and self-producing self-promoting lone wolves are turning down contracts with a bigger instance more regularly. That’s not a bad thing, to begin with. But is it really a chance at last? Cutting off team work life-lines before they’re even built out is what I see with my limited vision. May it be here in Japan, or elsewhere. But I guess that’s true not only for music business in this generation of creating minds. 

 “If you’re not me you know nothing.” A mentality and knock out statement of the teens to early 30’ers of recent days. Want to kill a conversation, or don’t know how to stand strong in the face of criticism? Want group-membership without responsibility? And lastly, want to “be right” in a conversation or discussion very badly but ran out of arguments? Tell them “if you’re not me/us, you know nothing”. Not only a fallacious feel-good statement of the 2010’s, but in my opinion the perfect development killer as well. 

And while my brain starts to cool off from these and more early morning one man debates, I hope it’s time for breakfast when I finished writing away all this negative stuff.

This morning, I woke up angry. Because the first week of September is about to end. Because I couldn’t go to Germany or any other place that I planned to visit this year. Because my back still isn’t healed and lastly because so many other things are boggling my mind today. I didn’t write a single blog post, simply because I was house grounded by a extrusion of the herniated disc that’s making daily life a challenge for me, for the past 6+ years. I didn’t feel like writing how I couldn’t walk or even stand up to get a glass of water. I didn’t want to write about my doctor and his mind blowing serenity. And I don’t mean that positivley. However, today shall be the last day of this stand still. It’s time to get sadness, helplessness and agitation out of my system. Making up my mind, my room and myself. I’m not healed yet, and it’ll take another month or two. But I’m sick of being sick now. Enough is enough. 

Now let me walk away from all my negative rants, like a good millennial would do. 

And now excuse me not, I’m off rebooting. Phew

Old and New Sunsets

In Japan, summertime is the time of dramatic and breathtaking sunsets.

This week, sunsets are estimated around 18:55 local time. Though, rainy season is in full force these days, which means….sunsets like these

are rare, but you may still be lucky to see beautifully colored clouds around 18:30-19:00 these days.

According to this Article here, some 133 years ago, somewhere in France, the sun was setting around 16:53 o’clock when Monet was drawing The Cliff, Etretat, Sunset.

It’s crazy what datas science is able to provide us with these days.

For me, I’ll just concentrate on the sunsets of Today, and try not to miss out on too many of these natural art exhibitions.

Rainy days and Mondays

Job hunting is madness in Japan for Japanese and foreigners alike.

It however is becoming a walk through fire and water the moment you’re a foreigner and not looking for a job as a human translation machine, or smiling coffee lady with foreign language competence in a trading company.

I’m a huge Carpenters fan.

Ok, huge fan as in, I enjoy listening to their songs every now and then.

Rainy Days and Mondays is greatly fitting for today’s gloomy weather, and the blues that hit me after going through passive aggressive Emails.

Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old

Sometimes I’d like to quit

Nothing ever seems to fit

Hangin’ around

Nothing to do but frown

Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

If someone kicks off a sentence with “I don’t want to be rude, but…..”, then there’s almost no need to continue reading any further. Because what’s waiting is plain and faceless rudeness. And since saying things straight forward isn’t a thing in Japan, sometimes stuff is said in a nasty roundabout way that lets the sting last longer.

I’m trying to tell myself that this is only one of many. That it wasn’t meant to be. That the best thing I can do when it’s raining, is to let it rain.

This will pass soon, and time will bring along a helpful hand instead of a stabbing one.

Next to the sad petty-bag me is an angry me sitting and pouting. You should sit down and write a just as nasty Email back to them. Who do they think they are, to be judgemental like this though they don’t even know your face?!

But petty-bag me isn’t in the mood to make a fool out of herself. If they think they need to be rude to get some kind of kick out of their job, then let it be.

I shall get some consolation chocolate. And tomorrow, today will be yesterday.

Just another yesterday.

Taiyaki in summer

Taiyaki is fish-shaped cake like goodness, normally filled with sweet red bean paste.

There are some with a thin and crisp cake shell, and those with a pancake like, thick and moist cake shell. I prefer thin and crispy.

Taiyaki tastes best in winter. Steaming hot and crisp, eaten out of the paper bag…Oh yes, that’s one of the few perks on cold days.
Today was rainy and dark and hot outside.  Nonetheless, the humidity actually cooled my body down, and it didn’t feel too good.

That’s when I passed a Taiyaki shop on my way home.

I heard something calling me. Something like “Come on~ You’re hungry anyways~ Get some Taiyaki~ Who cares if it’s summer or whatever~”

And before I knew it, I was holding a piping hot Taiyaki in my hands.

Instead of the classic, earlier mentioned red bean paste, I went for a sweet potato filling.

And it was good. Straight forward delicious!

So, today I learned that Taiyaki can taste great even in summer~
Lastly, would you eat this sweet treat head first? Or rather tail fin first?

Micro Walk to Roppongi Hills and Back

It’s baby steps, but I went out for a tiny walk in the neighborhood today. 

As far as I know, the end of rainy season still hasn’t been announced for Tokyo, but today wasn’t too mushy and stuffy. 

I got ambitious on my way to agility, and decided to walk up to Roppongi Hills. It’s not a long distance walk, though today it felt like one. But that’s what Starbucks is here for, right? And their strawberry-passionfruit-cooler thingy is really refreshing , so yay!

That “P” seems to be me with my sunglasses on my head. ^-^

Off to Roppongi Hills. 

Here I want to recommend you to grab a piece of delicious bread or two at Joël Robuchon’s bakery store in L’Atelier de Joël Robuchon. They also sell coffee for take away. (The rose water infused mini croissants are a hit!!)

You’ll find chairs and benches everywhere outside, and it’s actually super relaxing there. My favorite spot on hot days is in front of the glass wall cascades. The murmuring water, the cooling breeze and the sunlight breaking through the trees above me provide a short synthetic illusion of holidays. It’s a good place. 

And people watching if course! 

One of the installations, Rose, in Roppongi is from German artist Isa Genzken. 

By the way! There’s a Ghibli Expo at the exhibition space of Tokyo Cityview Roppongi Hills (52F) being held until September! This should be worth a visit!


It’s not idleness

I am reading John Lubbock’s The Pleasures of Life these days.

Firstly because it’s available for free on iBooks and secondly, because I wanted to test waters for one of his other books The Use of Life. Which is not for free.

His books, which get squeezed out by the Internet for more or less thought provoking quotes and even more quotes, are actually somewhat quotes collections themselves. Lubbock writes down his thoughts on quotes and sayings he heard or read about. Or sometimes does he adapt them to his liking, to make them more fitting for the message that he wants to bring along. The pleasures of life has been written over a hundred years ago.

They however read like a bestseller guidebook that’s been written for the rushed 21st century soul. Lubbock talks about burned out people, perspective less youth, and mainly about how happiness is a choice, rather than something we have to run after. Nor that we can blame someone else for our inability to live in happiness. Self-improvement coaching anno 1910. 

Is he depicting the first generation that’s fallen victim to industrialization? Or are we just what we are, from the beginning to the end of times?

I don’t know. I only know that Pleasures of Life is a good read. And for free.

Rest is not idleness. And to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.


About “time”

During the times when I’m stuck with my hurting spine, my biggest enemy is probably the struggle against time. Or, the struggle against the self that struggles against time?

But seriously, finding peace with the fact that I cannot help it right now, outweighs the struggle against the pain itself.


The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough


Rabindranath Tagore

That’s right.

Kawagoe from the car

Kuramachi in Kawagoe is a tourist hot-spot in Saitama. This is where my University is by the way. Kawagoe is a good place, though I still prefer commuting from Tokyo to Uni.

What does Kuramachi look like from the car?


The weather wasn’t really it today,but it was good enough to enjoy a walk through the city.


Kawagoe is famous for its sweet potatoes by the way. So when you’re here, try the sweet potato sweets.

The end of the Hydrangea crazies

Japan is most famous for its cherry blossoms in early spring. Until Meiji era it was actually plum blossoms in late winter that fondled the poetic side in the Japanese people.

Both are undeniably pretty, but my favorite Hanami season is from June to July.

That’s when the Hydrangeas bloom.

Their vibrant color spectrum, or the glow they have after a good shower. Looking  at them during a walk through nature is healing pure. Especially because you can dismiss blue plastic planes under stressed park trees that host noisy and drunk get-togethers.
Though, to be fair and honest, they still attract masses. To find empty hydrangea spots is almost impossible, I’d say. At least in and around Tokyo.

Friederike and the flower picture crazies


This year, I went to Kamakura to get my hydrangea fix.

Friederike and the flower picture crazies

Kamakura houses an uncountable number of shrines and temples. It is about 40 km away from Tokyo, located in Kanagawa prefecture. Meigetsuin and Hasedera are most famous for their hydrangea gardens here. And that’s where I went to this year, as well. You’ll find beautiful hydrangea trees and bushes behind every corner in Kamakura though.



Now, mid July, hydrangea season is coming to an end. But don’t worry, if you’re in Japan right now, you’ll still be able to get a glimpse of them.

Next on the flower bucket list are the lotus flowers! They should be in bud by now.