Watching the wrong feet

Today I taught a student named "Tobita". (Her family name, of course. I'm probably the only person in the world with "Tobita" as a given name.) I'm not sure what else we might have in common--her comprehension wasn't that great.

After work I almost killed myself in the middle of the Shibuya Hachiko Crossing. At the time I wasn't conscious of anything within 15 feet of the pavement; I was too busy staring at that enormous 7-storey screen, upon which was showing "Ole". It's a very nifty commercial that you can see on nikefootball.com, in a tiny little window that is (by my calculations) a gazillionth of the size of the screen in Shibuya.

Man.... Nearly half a year here, and I'm still getting distracted by the bright lights of Tokyo.