KID ETHNIC IS WRITTEN BY:
saleem
who is currently moving around East Asia.
kidethnic@gmail.com
ALSO BY KID ETHNIC:
The Annual Kid Ethnic Valentine
Because I love you so much.
The Whiteboard Videos
Music+Whiteboard Markers+Friends=Good ways to spend weekends
100JapaneseThings
A collaborative site to help folks (and each other) find Japanese stuff.
SEAWEED BREAKFAST
A weekly column about Japan that I wrote for Glimpse.org.
The Alpaca Song
I wrote and recorded this for you. Because you <em>need</em> a song about alpacas, don’t you?
Twitter
I twitter infrequently. But hope we can stay friends.
CORRECTION: Typhoons Scare Me. Lots. · 9 September 04
I would like to acknowledge a huge error that I recently made here on kidethnic.com. I wrongfully implied both here and here that typhoons were a joke for a durable half-blood like me.
I stand very corrected. Typhoons scare me so much that the mere memory of the last one makes me pause and consider whether or not to wet my pants out of residual fear.
When the storm began in the middle of the Monday night, I was going to see yet another over-hyped thunderstorm. Sure, the word “Typhoon” sounds scary, but so does “pancreas”, and everyone knows that your pancreas is a delightful friend to be loved and cherished.
Even when the rain and win began in the a.m., I thought the morning would be peacefully spent photographing leaves as they stuck to my glass doors.
I should have known something was up when the light behind the leaves became not-so-cute.
A typhoon is, in fact, just a hurricane in a different ocean. And it might rip things like, oh, I dunno, the dividing walls along your apartment’s balcony to tiny sharp pieces. As seen above.
And it might forcibly remove your bike shelter’s sheltering bits.
It does, however, provide a lovely background for one to perform creative work. Like movies. Or, in my case, films.
Take, for example, the stunning Flight of My Garbage Can (a tiny download, very short, Quicktime required).
Note how the filming of the Slipping and Sliding of My Garbage can builds suspense for the beautiful moment of flight. Note how careless viewers will not even notice the garbage can’s flight over my balcony wall. Note that this is due to the murky focus and dodgy camera handling, and note how I will insist on swearing that these elements are part of my oeuvre.
Note that I cannot define that word.
And note, for future reference, that storing your garbage in little sacks around the house because you don’t know where in Japan one purchases a garbage can makes for a very smelly crib.
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