Today was my second-to-last day with my current group of students, almost all of whom are Japanese (along with one Saudi, one South Korean and one Taiwanese, and a couple who are Chinese living in Japan). In one class, my student was giving a presentation on American taboos, so I let him say “fuck” as much as he needed. He taught me an insult in Japanese: one involving your mother. But it’s not what you […]
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The Times, They Are A’ Changin’
Why is there an a before changin‘? That doesn’t make sense to me. Maybe he meant, well, uh, changin’. I’m roasting owl pellets. Ever since Eleni discovered them under a conifer in the front yard last weekend, I’ve been harvesting. The scent of baking owl pellets is one I suggest you avoid if possible. But since I want to examine them for tiny skulls and mouse kneecaps and stuff, and am not eager to traffic […]
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They say you can’t lose something you never had, but that’s not true. You can, and part of yourself along with it. One of my students wore a t-shirt that said, I was a rebel in the 00s. Yesterday my landlady had a (one-sided) conversation with her dog: Do you want to go out? Do you? Do you want to go potty? Well, come on then. Lucie. Let’s go! If you want to go potty, […]
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