just a tribute
I suck at speaking Japanese. Can I just be a mute from here on out? I'll carry around a dry erase board and five markers of varying colors. People will see me and say, "Hey, that's the mute kid. Let's go draw rainbows and dragons on his white board!"
I ordered some books from Amazon Japan today and I didn't even have to pay for shipping. This is probably a direct result of spending ¥5,652 as opposed to some brilliant tweak inherent in the Amazon Japan enterprise. I'm still holding out for a free book cover, though. Damn would that fashionable, fleather and all.
So by sometime next week, I should be savoring two works by E.E. Cummings: one a short poetry collection entitled Tulips & Chimneys, the other his WWI novel, The Enormous Room. The final component of my offer is a book to supplement my Japanese readings in the emergence of Meiji so that I actually get some understanding of what the hell happened between 185- and 1868. It's called The Emergence of Meiji Japan, written by a bloke named Marius B. Jansen. Isn't Marius Romanian? Anyway, I heard through the grapevine that this fellow was buddy-buddy with that schmuck Edward Reischauer back in the day. This could be completely erroneous information, but I like dramatizing my academic adventures, so I'll just pretend that he did indeed mill around with old Eddy, neatly explaining away all that imperialism (what massacres?), teaching people how Japan really was and just being an arrogant dick in general. I don't like the idea of government employees (especially those of relatively high ranks) being professors.
This guy was telling me about a badass music festival in Niigata this August called FUJIROCK. I got really excited because he mentioned that The Pixies (THEMOTHERFUCKINGPIXIESHOLYSHIT) would be there. I checked out the website and, lo and behold, there they were in the line up, along with all sorts of totally rad bands that I would gladly give an arm or a leg (or both) to see.
And then I noticed that the price for a ticket was ¥38,000, a sum that is slightly higher in value than an arm and a leg (or both). Granted that is the price for three days packed full of music (did I mention the HOLYSWEETGODDAMNPIXIES?) and it would certainly be a bitchin' time. But that's a lot of money.
Let me just repeat the only thing I had really wanted to write: I can't speak Japanese.
"It's a guy who kind of looks like Ben Stiller hitting a girl from behind. Check out that orgasm!"
I ordered some books from Amazon Japan today and I didn't even have to pay for shipping. This is probably a direct result of spending ¥5,652 as opposed to some brilliant tweak inherent in the Amazon Japan enterprise. I'm still holding out for a free book cover, though. Damn would that fashionable, fleather and all.
So by sometime next week, I should be savoring two works by E.E. Cummings: one a short poetry collection entitled Tulips & Chimneys, the other his WWI novel, The Enormous Room. The final component of my offer is a book to supplement my Japanese readings in the emergence of Meiji so that I actually get some understanding of what the hell happened between 185- and 1868. It's called The Emergence of Meiji Japan, written by a bloke named Marius B. Jansen. Isn't Marius Romanian? Anyway, I heard through the grapevine that this fellow was buddy-buddy with that schmuck Edward Reischauer back in the day. This could be completely erroneous information, but I like dramatizing my academic adventures, so I'll just pretend that he did indeed mill around with old Eddy, neatly explaining away all that imperialism (what massacres?), teaching people how Japan really was and just being an arrogant dick in general. I don't like the idea of government employees (especially those of relatively high ranks) being professors.
This guy was telling me about a badass music festival in Niigata this August called FUJIROCK. I got really excited because he mentioned that The Pixies (THEMOTHERFUCKINGPIXIESHOLYSHIT) would be there. I checked out the website and, lo and behold, there they were in the line up, along with all sorts of totally rad bands that I would gladly give an arm or a leg (or both) to see.
And then I noticed that the price for a ticket was ¥38,000, a sum that is slightly higher in value than an arm and a leg (or both). Granted that is the price for three days packed full of music (did I mention the HOLYSWEETGODDAMNPIXIES?) and it would certainly be a bitchin' time. But that's a lot of money.
Let me just repeat the only thing I had really wanted to write: I can't speak Japanese.
"It's a guy who kind of looks like Ben Stiller hitting a girl from behind. Check out that orgasm!"