Arrived late yesterday afternoon aboard JAL, only direct flight from Boston, the # of plane: 007.  Of course.

Business Class: Meaning a flat bed, delicious and restaurant quality food, naps, the start of a new novel-memoir about Fukushima, and edits on my new book.  Also, “Somebody,” a fascinating movie about Japanese in their twenties looking for work in Tokyo.

T met me at Imperial Hotel, and then we had a meeting with K and R.  Good white wine, good sake, grilled chicken below Tokyo Station Hotel at fancy-pants place I’d been to before and like a lot.  Ever try unborn chicken and fallopian tube?

Late, T and I hit the Old Imperial Bar, a place I love, it is like a movie set, and even though it was more foreigners than locals, the atmosphere was enervating.  Yamazaki 12 for me, bourbon for T.

T wants me to understand the differences between Kyoto Zen and the Zen of Dogen.  I’ve been studying this, and his knowledge as always added depth to what I have been reading.  For T, it is a way of life.