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KID ETHNIC IS WRITTEN BY:
saleem
who is currently moving around East Asia.
kidethnic@gmail.com
ALSO BY KID ETHNIC:
SEAWEED BREAKFAST
A weekly column about Japan that I wrote for Glimpse.org.
The Whiteboard Videos
Music+Whiteboard Markers+Friends=Good ways to spend weekends
Twitter
I twitter infrequently. But hope we can stay friends.
100JapaneseThings
A collaborative site to help folks (and each other) find Japanese stuff.
The Annual Kid Ethnic Valentine
Because I love you so much.
The Alpaca Song
I wrote and recorded this for you. Because you <em>need</em> a song about alpacas, don’t you?

It was summer on the beach and we were walking.
The Bigger Younger Brother, the Well-Muscled Japanese Med Student, the Athletic Lawyer and I, all four on the sidewalk.
We had no shirts on, and it was hot. (I am sticks-and-bones, my friends are not.)
From behind came a great honking and yelling. It was a car-full of girls. “Whoooo!” they said. “Whoooo! Whooo!”
These things happen when one travels with companions of great strength.
I laughed. “Yeah,” I yelled back. They laughed and whooed and Dopplered away. The Well-Muscled Japanese Med Student stopped walking.
“Do you know them?” he asked.
“No,” I said.
He looked at where they’d been, then looked back.
“Why did they do that?” he asked.
I thought. “I don’t know,” I said. “To have fun, I guess.”
His eyes went wide and he smiled and laughed. “Do girls do that often here?”
“I dunno. It’s not weird for it to happen at the beach,” I said. He looked like he wanted more explanation. “I mean, it’s just kind of different at the beach. It’s okay here,” I said.
“We should do that,” he said.
“What? Yell at girls?”
“Yes, we should do that.”
“You mean when we get back to Japan?”
“Yes,” he said. “We should do that we get back to Japan.”
NOTE: The above shot is the little brother. And no, I’m not in America anymore. Just slow with all the film.
No clue where those expressions came from. Feel free to comment and guess.
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