KID ETHNIC IS WRITTEN BY:
saleem
who currently lives on a boat.
kidethnic@gmail.com
ALSO BY KID ETHNIC:
SEAWEED BREAKFAST
A weekly column about Japan for Glimpse.org.
The Alpaca Song
I wrote and recorded this for you. Because you need a song about alpacas, don’t you?
100JapaneseThings.com
A collaborative site to help folks (and each other) find Japanese stuff.
The Whiteboard Videos
Music+Whiteboard Markers+Friends=Good ways to spend weekends
The Annual Kid Ethnic Valentine
Because I love you so much.
Twitter
I twitter infrequently. But hope we can stay friends.
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 'L' / 'R' Glitch That Greatly Improved Things · 11 May 09
I make many, many, language mistakes. I don’t knock folks who make errors.
But I appreciate their occasional beauty.
My people, when you leave the house, you must remember this one thing: Rock.
Always and forever.
Spotted on the door of a near empty thirty buck a night hotel in Ashikita, Japan. Highly recommended.
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