Monthly Archives: November 2003
The Oracle of Starbucks
As far as I can tell this Oracle is 100 percent accurate.
Ka-Thunk… Ka-Thunk… Ka-Thunk…
Ah, as long as we’re on the subject of the good ‘ol days, here is another memorable episode about roommate torture methods practiced and refined in the Sabado Tarde apartment. One day Steve went to soccer, and so we (which was usually me and Brian) seized an opportunity to pick on him. We 1. took … Continue reading
Pain As Humor As An Effective Teaching Tool
My Japanese Teacher of English (JTE), Sato sensei, asks me to come up with stories that relate to the textbook often 5 minutes before we start class. This can be quite challenging because the text is super boring and whenever anyone looks at it you can literally see the glaze build up in their eyes. … Continue reading
Best Drives In Kyushu
1. Roppo Road(Miyazaki prefecture): This road was worth the hour and a half it took me to get there. It had everything. The drive started with a steep and windy climb, nothing especially spectacular as it climbed to the ridge of the mountains. Then as it started to traverse, the left side fell away in … Continue reading
An Unanticipated Free Day
I woke up this morning, short on time. Slapped some gel in the ‘fro, pulled on a shirt and some slacks, and ran to school with the imprint of my pillow case’s hem stitching running the entire length of my face. Ah, 8:00, Safe! What’s that? No one is here, save Sakae Sensei? Lets look … Continue reading
How To Get The Haircut You Want In Japan
When I first needed a haircut, I first thought “Hmmmm… It should be pretty easy to get a good haircut in Japan, seeing as these people cut hair just like mine on an every day basis”. It sounded like a sure thing. So I went into a barbershop in downtown Kumamoto, where the barbers are … Continue reading
Pig Soup
Was the heinous name that was used by one of the teachers to describe lunch. Nah, what butajiru (to be clear, this is similar to dangojiru, but tastes better in my opinion. A dango is a dumpling for all of you people who want to know.) really translates is something more like miso stew with … Continue reading
Mountain Tanuki
Unlike the racoon dogs that live on Justin’s island, ours have a diffr’n set ‘o priorities. We like awr Tawnookeys cuz theyyur wild boozers and bring their own sake jugs with them, nawt ’cause they add more sausage to the hootenanny.