the ultimate conservationist: a murderer!
Newsflash:
In Japan, an eighty year-old man strangled his similarly-aged wife to death last week because she made too many side dishes. She told him, reportedly, "You don't have to eat them all," but this probably just infuriated him all the more. I assume the concept of the "horn of plenty" puts him into an uncontrollable rage. Now this is a man that needs to be recruited by environmental groups who are fighting the losing battle against overconsumption! Forget recruiting, put him in charge!
After work today, i went with Yuuki to a cafe owned by a woman we sang karaoke with last night. Her friend, who i also met yesterday night, has an art exhibition in the cafe, and they drew me a napkin map that i forgot on the table of our karaoke box. When we finally arrived after much confusion with directions, the artist was overjoyed at the sight of me, since she asked me so eagerly to see her exhibition the night before. The cafe owner was also happy to see us arrive, and they all crowded around Yuuki and I, along with another artist displaying her wooden carvings of toys in the shape of a dog with wheels with a bone-shaped leash. This artist was almost on the verge of tears when i examined and complimented her work, thanking me formally and graciously as she bowed many times. The paintings of Rie, the woman from last night, are vibrant renderings of women in motion or in relaxed positions surrounded by colorful plants and either birds or fish with human eyes. I bought a postcard from her and then we sat down in the cafe and i got a egg and mushroom sandwich and some coffee. We sat and chatted, the artist and I, and Yuuki mostly listened because the conversation was probably unbearably mundane. But i managed another night speaking 98 percent Japanese, and i was told many times how good i was at speaking, though i still cannot believe it, mainly because i rely on a number of phrases that i shift around as i see fit.
Tomorrow i travel to an island that sports some kind of zoo and a miniature theme park, along with some traditional things i hope, with Yamamoto-san, Mika, and Danni. I know them all from badminton, which turned out to be a real social hotspot. Yamamoto-san, the rude and foul-mouthed construction worker in his early 30's, planned this all as my going-away trip, and i am very thankful to make such friends, even though their language may not be prime for imitating. Mika is his secret girlfriend; secret because he always avoids the question of whether or not they are dating. She is very soft-spoken and delicate, so perhaps their differences make for a connection.
Over and out once more, chums, and wish me luck on my journeys!
In Japan, an eighty year-old man strangled his similarly-aged wife to death last week because she made too many side dishes. She told him, reportedly, "You don't have to eat them all," but this probably just infuriated him all the more. I assume the concept of the "horn of plenty" puts him into an uncontrollable rage. Now this is a man that needs to be recruited by environmental groups who are fighting the losing battle against overconsumption! Forget recruiting, put him in charge!
After work today, i went with Yuuki to a cafe owned by a woman we sang karaoke with last night. Her friend, who i also met yesterday night, has an art exhibition in the cafe, and they drew me a napkin map that i forgot on the table of our karaoke box. When we finally arrived after much confusion with directions, the artist was overjoyed at the sight of me, since she asked me so eagerly to see her exhibition the night before. The cafe owner was also happy to see us arrive, and they all crowded around Yuuki and I, along with another artist displaying her wooden carvings of toys in the shape of a dog with wheels with a bone-shaped leash. This artist was almost on the verge of tears when i examined and complimented her work, thanking me formally and graciously as she bowed many times. The paintings of Rie, the woman from last night, are vibrant renderings of women in motion or in relaxed positions surrounded by colorful plants and either birds or fish with human eyes. I bought a postcard from her and then we sat down in the cafe and i got a egg and mushroom sandwich and some coffee. We sat and chatted, the artist and I, and Yuuki mostly listened because the conversation was probably unbearably mundane. But i managed another night speaking 98 percent Japanese, and i was told many times how good i was at speaking, though i still cannot believe it, mainly because i rely on a number of phrases that i shift around as i see fit.
Tomorrow i travel to an island that sports some kind of zoo and a miniature theme park, along with some traditional things i hope, with Yamamoto-san, Mika, and Danni. I know them all from badminton, which turned out to be a real social hotspot. Yamamoto-san, the rude and foul-mouthed construction worker in his early 30's, planned this all as my going-away trip, and i am very thankful to make such friends, even though their language may not be prime for imitating. Mika is his secret girlfriend; secret because he always avoids the question of whether or not they are dating. She is very soft-spoken and delicate, so perhaps their differences make for a connection.
Over and out once more, chums, and wish me luck on my journeys!
posted by mdove at 11:07 PM
2 Comments:
Boy howdy.. and I thought crazy murders only happened here in the good ol' U.S, God bless 'er. I don't want to think what he would have done if she made too many kugels, or kugeru as it is widely known throughout Japan as I understand it . At least we know that the strangler has most likely felt the katana by now.
-Sukoto, Fierce America-Lover, Everywhere Else-Hater and Ignorant Jerk
It just so happens that the katana was made out of kugel, and the execution failed miserably. He was set free with nothing but oily smears across his stomach.
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