Jan 09, 2007 13:17
I'm really excited today - it looks as though it may be possible for me to pick up Japanese languages classes at uni, as part of my doctoral study. I'm thrilled. I've been looking for a way to bring my long-since expired Japanese skills into practical, fluent reality. I would describe my knowlege of Japanese as like one of those lovely, crispy carrots you once bought, but discover today, long forgotten, wrinkling into non-existence in the mildewyest corner of your vegetable crisper. Not so fresh.
Every time I watch a Kurosawa movie or something, I almost feel pressure on my chest to hear familiar sounds and words and have no idea what they mean anymore. It genuinely makes me sad. When I've learned more, I don't want to just ask the price of sashimi in Tokyo, I want to have conversations with native Japanese speakers about books and art and cooking and life..