Japan

Japanese Trash Talk

Japanese Trash Talk

In my very first post, I mentioned that you shouldn’t get your hopes up when you hear what sounds like the ice cream truck. Here’s an example: (Open this in Media Player:) truck 1 I know, Beethoven’s a bit sophisticated for an ice cream truck. In the U.S., we’re more used to “Pop Goes the(…)

It’s about bloomin’ time!

It’s about bloomin’ time!

Little known fact: I’m a plant killer. I’ve always thought I had a black thumb, and I warn people of this when they ask me to plant sit. But lately, even I have caught the gardening bug. Here’s my fledgling cucumber plant, with its leaves still folded up in the seed: Why the sudden urge(…)

To the left, to the left!

To the left, to the left!

When my hubby (who will forthwith also be called “B,” “the hubster,” or any other ridiculousness that comes to mind) was a wee lad, and just starting to learn to write, his mother was delighted that he took after her, by holding the pencil in his left hand. Alas, the gods conspired against her pride,(…)

totes kawaii

totes kawaii

Whenever I’d chat online with friends from Mexico (I studied abroad in Puebla to learn Spanish, and didn’t realize I’d also learn to like drinking beer, as it was cheap and tasty), I’d always confuse them by posting “awww.” “What’s that mean–awww?” they’d ask. My response included baby animals, romantic gestures, and anything miniature. “Is(…)