“Well, what do you think Last Christmas is about?”
“Eeeee? It’s about Christmas, deshou?”
“Yeah, kinda. I mean, it’s about a guy who had a Christmas one-night stand with his gay lover who doesn’t even remember him a year later. I mean, if that’s appropriate, I don’t see why—”
“Are you sure?”
“I understand, though. I mean, he is an artist—a great one, at that, but c’mon,” I said. And then sang: “A man undercover but you tore me apart.”
I remember reading Iceberg Slim’s first book, Pimp: The Story of my Life, where he told the tale of how he got the name Iceberg. He was skiied out of his gourd at a bar one night. So much so that when someone started firing a gun in the bar, a bullet damn near taking him out, he barely moved, and it appeared to others that he had been too cool to move.
I was Iceberg Slim for a hot sec, minus the blow.
Teaching the use of “Must” and “Mustn’t” and using the difference between Japanese JHS and American JHS to illustrate, we ran into a little speed bump today that gave the whole class a pause. I explained: Japanese students must study English in JHS. Student: In American, too? Me: Yes, we must study English too…haha Student: [...]
As discussed previously, I am still on a cyber-book tour promoting my new book: Loco in Yokohama Next stop (#12) on the tour is a blog that if you’re familiar at all with the Japan Blogosphere you’ve probably visited at one time or another, called Tofugu: If you’re not familiar with this blog, check it [...]
There’s something that happens often here in Japan that takes every little bit of self-control I have to ignore / disregard and dismiss. I’ve called it The Tic in posts past. Basically it’s a tendency that many of the natives here have to do something to indicate their discomfort in being in close proximity to [...]
Yep, your boy did a little commercial work over the summer for the upcoming Tokyo International Literary Festival. Guess I can get away with saying “featuring” since I’m the only foreigner in it. (-; And please all you Nihongo Perfectionists, spare me your comments about how lovely my Japanese is… Trust me I know already. [...]