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A collaboration to help folks (and each other) find Japanese stuff:
We post links to/info on fun Japanese things, and little explanations of the Japanese involved.
The Alpaca Song
I wrote and recorded this for you. Because you need a song about alpacas, don’t you?
The Annual Kid Ethnic Valentine
Because I love you so much.
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saleem
who updates from Japan and sometimes India.
FROM THE START:
The Quarter-Japanese Kid hits up the homeland
Tokyo Silence
I'm Oriented
Tilting Towards Kumamoto
Fish Heads and Public Nudity
Halfie the Half-blood falls off his bike
And furthermore: Halfie the Half-blood Breaks a Chair
I Don't Know if I Like Pippi Longstalkings
Tanboy Eats Fish Eyeball
Japanese Communists are Cuddly
Test Your Halfblood Knowledge!
I Scare Small Children
It Was Like a Cuteworld Abby Road
Today's Post Contains Bees. And Profanity.
Typhoons Will Not Stop Me
The Sun Also Sets
Quick Note: Saleem is Not Dead
CORRECTION: Typhoons Scare Me. Lots.
Watch the Tan Kid Blush
Call for Entries: Name My Kids
The Youth Are Quick and True
Open Letter: To the Breaker at City Hall
Halfie Gets a Verbal Sucker Punch
The Kumamoto Drunken Horse Fest
Japanese Houses Hate Halfie's Head
How to Start Your Japanese Rock Band
Halfie's Personal Dignity on Decline
Japanese Sports Day: I Train Young Warriors
Theory: Three Strange Occurences Per Hour
How to Win an iPod While Dressed as a Typhoon
Winnie the (drunken) Pooh
The Earth Quakes
Collecting Japanese Salmon Sperm
Illiterate at 26
Japan's Children Ignore Homeboy's Toothless Face
Japanese Genius Boy Answers Your Question
Our Students Have Respect . For Nelly.
The Young Boxers
Dear 27% of America (Kid Ethnic Registers)
Please Do Not Attempt to Step to My Japanese Rock Band
The guys at "Made to Stick" just posted a story I wrote about an old teacher of mine.
It's about the "Screaming Man" in the title of this post. You can read it and come back. I'll wait.
What I love about that story: You tell the story in a bar, it gets a laugh, and, suddenly, everyone knows about 4-stroke engines. Even the drunk guy who won't stop hitting on your girlfriend.
You can't even recount the dang thing without magically teaching people a fundamental lesson in auto-mechanics.
Just talking about the class teaches the lesson.
Contrast this with another great class that I once had, a physics class in which the teacher walked behind the school and shot potatoes out of a home made potato canon after explaining the propulsion and asking us to calculate how far we thought the potatoes would fly.
Now that is a splendid and possibly-illegal class.
But I just told you what we did in the class, and you didn't necessarily learn anything about physics. Whereas if you read about the four-stroke engine guy, the way the engine works is inherently there.
I'm suddenly curious about other stories like that, where in telling them, you can't help but convey the fundamentals of a topic. They're like amoral fables, where the only moral is, uh, science.
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