"Do you have black face?"
Mike, aka The BUURMINATOR, actually asked this question to an eagerly listening group of Japanese 5th and 6th graders. Ha!
"Do you have black face?..."
I just can't get enough of it!
It was game night at our English workshop and Mike's station was a board game called "Who's Who?" Now, to keep things simple, he wanted to use the same question of "Do you have...?" For example, "Do you have glasses?" or "Do you have long hair?" Well, the person in question was, in fact, of African descent, so, keeping along the same lines, he came up with "Do you have black face?" Why not "skin," you ask? Because kids know the word face, but not skin. Simple as that.
Priceless.
On a completely unrelated topic...
I was looking at the flag posters for soft serve ice cream at the conbini recently. There was cantaloupe, green tea, vanilla, chocolate, mango, black sesame seed (which is really really good, by the way), and blueberry yogurt. Wow! Yogurt! Angela exclaims to herself. Honest to goodness frozen yogurt! But.... it really looked like ice cream to me. So I thought I'd better ask just to be sure...
"Ok, so is your blueberry yogurt really yogurt or is it ice cream?"
"It's blueberry yogurt."
"Ok... I see that that is in fact written there... but is it REALLY yogurt, or is it, I dunno, blueberry yogurt FLAVORED ice cream?"
"Oh, yes! Yes! It's ice cream, but it tastes like blueberry yogurt."
"...*blink, blink*... ok... I'll pass."
I dunno about you, but in MY country, ice cream and frozen yogurt are two entirely different things, and therefore "Blueberry Yogurt Flavored Ice Cream" just shouldn't exist.
Ok, be warned, a easily sustainable level of gushing will come next...
"Shinjio, Shinjio, Where for art thou, Shinjio!"
"Why, Angeliet, I'm right here!"
"Oh!... Right! Yay!!"
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... unfortunately, as I write this, he is on the bus BACK to Tokyo. *slump* But man was it a good 4.5 days...
There were walks by the river, the BEST fireworks show I've seen in Japan YET, a trip out to Kamikochi for nature strolling, bike riding, swimming, a trip to the foot onsen and "sample buffet" at the Green Hotel, lots of movies, Shin's home-made curry (Ohhhhhhhhhh yeah!!), and lots of tickling.
What surprised me is that he kept saying "I'm home," meaning Takayama, and that really made me happy.
Well! Looks like it's my turn to head out his way in a few weeks! (^_^)
"Do you have black face?..."
I just can't get enough of it!
It was game night at our English workshop and Mike's station was a board game called "Who's Who?" Now, to keep things simple, he wanted to use the same question of "Do you have...?" For example, "Do you have glasses?" or "Do you have long hair?" Well, the person in question was, in fact, of African descent, so, keeping along the same lines, he came up with "Do you have black face?" Why not "skin," you ask? Because kids know the word face, but not skin. Simple as that.
Priceless.
On a completely unrelated topic...
I was looking at the flag posters for soft serve ice cream at the conbini recently. There was cantaloupe, green tea, vanilla, chocolate, mango, black sesame seed (which is really really good, by the way), and blueberry yogurt. Wow! Yogurt! Angela exclaims to herself. Honest to goodness frozen yogurt! But.... it really looked like ice cream to me. So I thought I'd better ask just to be sure...
"Ok, so is your blueberry yogurt really yogurt or is it ice cream?"
"It's blueberry yogurt."
"Ok... I see that that is in fact written there... but is it REALLY yogurt, or is it, I dunno, blueberry yogurt FLAVORED ice cream?"
"Oh, yes! Yes! It's ice cream, but it tastes like blueberry yogurt."
"...*blink, blink*... ok... I'll pass."
I dunno about you, but in MY country, ice cream and frozen yogurt are two entirely different things, and therefore "Blueberry Yogurt Flavored Ice Cream" just shouldn't exist.
Ok, be warned, a easily sustainable level of gushing will come next...
"Shinjio, Shinjio, Where for art thou, Shinjio!"
"Why, Angeliet, I'm right here!"
"Oh!... Right! Yay!!"
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... unfortunately, as I write this, he is on the bus BACK to Tokyo. *slump* But man was it a good 4.5 days...
There were walks by the river, the BEST fireworks show I've seen in Japan YET, a trip out to Kamikochi for nature strolling, bike riding, swimming, a trip to the foot onsen and "sample buffet" at the Green Hotel, lots of movies, Shin's home-made curry (Ohhhhhhhhhh yeah!!), and lots of tickling.
What surprised me is that he kept saying "I'm home," meaning Takayama, and that really made me happy.
Well! Looks like it's my turn to head out his way in a few weeks! (^_^)