The Japan Guy caught up with me at an opportune moment and we got into a Q&A that turned out pretty damn good! Twenty questions and answers that give insight into writing, blogging, publishing, and teaching in Japan Here’s an excerpt: Question #10: Why did you start “Loco in Yokohama”? I felt at the time [...]
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Sundays in Yokohama, I wake up bright and early and play basketball, but Sunday in Bed-Stuy is a holy day. I couldn’t tell you which there are more of in Bed-Stuy: People or churches. When I was younger NY used to even enforce Blue Laws on Sunday…grocery stores couldn’t sell alcohol, bars stopped serving after [...]
As a blogger here in Japan with no compunction about telling both the lovely and ugly here I’ve gotten my fair share of Hate mail. It’s generally done in a disgusting and cowardly fashion (fake IP and Email addresses and names, replete with name calling and racial epithets) even when the message is reflective of [...]
Yesterday in the teacher’s office I had the following conversation with my co-worker, a Japanese social studies Teacher: JT: Loco-Sensei, are you busy first period tomorrow? Me: Hmmm…(I said, knowing full well I didn’t have a class first period. Whenever I don’t I usually sleep and come to the school an hour later…) Let me [...]
It had taken me about a year of living in Japan before I had my first dream that included Nihongo, the Japanese language, and another year or so before my dreams were set in Japan. I had such a dream there on Ma’s couch in Brooklyn. I couldn’t remember all the details. All I remember [...]
Polyester Chet: Chet speaking!
Me: Yeah, um, this is Loco over at–
PC: Loco! Wow, it’s the Great Loco, himself! Good Morning!!
Me: … (Holding the phone away from my ear, looking at it)
PC: Well, anyway, thanks for calling me back, Man!
Me: What? Did you just tell me to call you Batman???
How can I tell the difference between an African-American and a full-blooded African, you ask? Assuming I can’t hear him speak, of course. If you’re asking you’re probably not black.
I hadn’t been in a room filled with nothing but black people speaking nothing but English in 3 years. I’d forgotten what it was like. This was not the den of diversity that I had been boasting to the Japanese as the America I was a product of. And I had known this all along. I just needed something to use as defense Japanese persistence. Now, I felt a surge of my own hypocrisy.
I arrived at JFK International airport, American Airlines terminal. I don’t know if any of you have ever been there, but suffice it to say that by the time you get from the plane to the baggage rotary you know- without question- that you’re not in Kansas anymore. You walk about 12 miles through a twisting, drearily lit labyrinth of dingy carpet, droning smile-less staff, alongside 200 or so people who look like they’ve had the life vacuumed out of them. 14 hours in economy class will do that to most people.
Just in case you missed the LIVE in-depth interview last night on EyobeTV, here it is in its entirety! We REALLY got into it! One of the best I’ve done to date. Enjoy!