On the evening of the very last day of 2010, my husband and I zig-zagged our way through the Musashi-Kosugi train station markets where I admired clear plastic boxes of fresh shrimp tempura and soba.
Ramblings while on a slow suburban death.
Category: Japan
(my steady hand)
On a recent vacation, my husband and I found ourselves walking past dozens of stumbling drunk people who would abruptly stop in place to take a selfie, posing against the backdrop of casino lights and celebrity impersonators that would dot the Vegas streets.
On a humid summer afternoon in Kawasaki, my mother sailed into the house, leaving her heeled sandals in the doorway before stepping up onto the dark and polished wooden floor of the kitchen.
Bertha and I seemed live on trains in Japan, moving in little circles around the Kansai areas of Kyoto, Maibara and Nara, inciting small children to cause trouble while making plenty of our own.
A quirky 7-11 worker that demands uniformity, but not conformity, finds his place under the sun in “Right Place,” a delightful very short 5+ minute film.
I have always liked Ricardo Montalban, the only individual on this planet capable of doing justice to Kahn. He was so good as Kahn that “Star Trek: Wrath of Kahn” became one of my favorite Trek movies.
I once dreamt of being an airline hostess for Japan Airlines, and even wrote them a very complimentary letter as part of a class project.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xL5SuwL2t_I
My friend Carol was the only other person I knew who watched “Majin, Monster of Terror” on Creature Features. We were both dedicated fans of Creature Features, a late-night weekend show hosted by Bob Wilkins.
A. I am happy that there is a new Godzilla movie, although I am a bit peeved about the ongoing use of his image in so many crass television and print advertisement.
“…you look Chinese!…”
Published by Anna Pirhana on June 16, 2014On a recent job interview with a local bank, the Vice President spent close to five minutes expressing her surprise that I was Japanese. “You look Chinese..,” she kept saying, as if waiting for me to get on my knees and confess that I lied. “Your skin is so white!,” she would continue, “and Japanese are so brown.”