So, apparently, in order to post on Facebook these days, you must prove that you are 1) not a robot 2) fluent in Japanese (or Chinese):
Month: June 2011
Framing the Eiffel Tower does not make you an artist.
There must be a way to convey to a Japanese audience why Amélie was adequate but ultimately forgettable in its schlocky quirkiness and Paris (“the movie”): a derivative piece of tourism porn by an aging director, who used to do much better… that does not make one sound like a bitter jaded fuck or a strident Parisian film snob.
I just haven’t found it yet.
#dontfuckwithbreakfast
Note to Japanese makers of breakfast cereals: toasted rice barely belongs in granola mix. And it certainly shouldn’t make up for 80% of its fucking content.
You are not being as subtle as you think you are, with your grubby little corner-cutting scheme.
Nautical Weekend
Yesterday, I spent the day monkeying around on a boat and learning all sorts of strange new words: ラダー, ジャイブする, タクする…
Today, there’s an ojiisan (loudly) demonstrating the use of Japanese semaphore flags to a dozen people standing in the middle of the small backstreet behind my house (many, many kilometers away from the closest navigable body of water)…