Fruit flies. I woke up on my futon and all I could see were fruit flies, which for some reason, eh, didn’t seem all that unusual. Probably because when you live in Japan, strange stuff just happens. I don’t know why. Like the other day I rolled over to find my futon soaked with sweat and my apartment about 140 degrees, despite having cranked on the A/C the night before. Hey, is it my fault that “heater” and “air conditioner” share the same kanji? That’s more of a product-safety issue for the thermostat manufacturer, I think. Continue reading “One Thing You Must Never do in Japan”
I’d been in Japan for almost a year before somebody finally gave me an honest answer.
Now going back in time, funny story, I started using chopsticks when I was just a kid. I don’t know why. It’s not like my parents are secret ninjas or something. I guess I just like challenges, or maybe I’m retarded or whatever, but anyway I started using them at a super young age.
My recollection is mostly that I couldn’t pick up a darn thing and my hand hurt like crazy. Continue reading “How to Use Chopsticks”