Tuesday, September 6, 2005
The people who work at the Natural Lawson's in Ginza are getting used to me. They don't ask anymore whether I want hashi or a fork, they just give me hashi. They don't ask if I forgot the dressing for my salad, they just accept the fact that the crazy foreign woman doesn't eat dressing on her salad. They don't even bother to shout "Irashaemase'!" every two seconds at me.
II'm getting used to the fact that the fast food joints offer octopus on the menu and that this country has yet to embrace the concept of the giant fountain drink.
I'm getting used to students who "hmmm" and "uhnnn."
Tonight, as a gift for the young man who always calls the articles "trite" in my discussion class, I made up a flash card using words like, "insigni
After class, they asked me if I knew the films of Beat Takeshi, and I could say that I knew the name, but that I hadn't seen his films. They're very violent, aren't they? I asked. They nodded that I even knew this much about Beat.
II'm getting used to the fact that the fast food joints offer octopus on the menu and that this country has yet to embrace the concept of the giant fountain drink.
I'm getting used to students who "hmmm" and "uhnnn."
Tonight, as a gift for the young man who always calls the articles "trite" in my discussion class, I made up a flash card using words like, "insigni
After class, they asked me if I knew the films of Beat Takeshi, and I could say that I knew the name, but that I hadn't seen his films. They're very violent, aren't they? I asked. They nodded that I even knew this much about Beat.
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