There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs.

No particular reason, just felt in a Rand-bashing mood tonight.

You know you are in Japan when…
you show up to renew your Kyodai ID and a staff you’ve never met before immediately pulls it out of a stack of 300 identical cards, before you had a chance to give your name.

Yea: not a lot of whities in my faculty.

Just when I was starting to get the hang of that German language thing, I am back in Japan.

Which means I will probably spend the next few weeks, answering any question in Japanese with: “Genau” or “Na, klar“…

Let’s see if that confuses Japanese combini clerks as much as their German counterparts.

You know it’s time to visit a hairdresser when:

  1. You get shocked, touching your own desk.
  2. You get shocked, touching the metal doorknob to your office.
  3. You get shocked, washing your hands (not touching the faucet, mind you).
  4. All of the above.
  5. All of the above, over a 20 minute timespan.