Here is a partial list of arbeit I have done in Japan: Teaching English Ah, the staple of most westerners…I started various English teaching jobs my first year of university, in Tenri. Teaching friends of friends on a private basis was the very first paid work I did in Japan. Luckily, some were nurses from a local hospital and could afford about $40 an hour. Never got enough hours, though. Later, I had a heart surgeon from the same hospital as a student, and he shelled out $90 an hour. Better yet, he paid whether he showed up or not, and he only showed up about 7 times out of…

It occurs to me that I haven’t gone on a manly-man food binge for a while. Manly-man food. You know, the kind you eat straight from the pan. The kind that smears on your shirt cuz you can’t be bothered to use a napkin. The kind that makes for good belching sessions, preferably in direct competition with other manly-men. The epitome of a manly-man meal in Japan is two orders of gyoza and a draft beer at Osho. Osho is a nationwide chain of Chinese-ish greasy spoons, famous for their gyoza. In all truth, their food is strictly average at best, but their gyoza might rate a 7.5/10 stars at…

It’s fucking cold in here. (read about Warm Biz here) And to the asshole who claims that “there’s no minus-element” – my pregnant coworker, who is shivering even in 6 layers of clothes, wishes you a warm gangraping with slimy alien tentacles! Please take the predicted 0.03% increase of the annual gross domestic product and stick it up your ass, to keep your head company! Brrrrrr..