ALSO BY KID ETHNIC:
100JapaneseThings.com
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.
KID ETHNIC IS WRITTEN BY:
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
First night in Tokyo, and everytime I open my mouth I feel like I’m screaming. It’s just shockingly quiet here in the commercial hotel corner of the Shibuya district. Even when it’s crowded.
36 hours since I’ve laid down in a bed. Life feels fuzzy around the edges. My mind’s in the inbetween space. The body’s landed, but it’ll be awhile before I really get here.

Fellow JET Will and I decided to hunt food tonight, but we snowballed into a massive dinner crew. The two of us had to break off from it. Wandered down a crowded neon-lit street near Shinjuku Station, packed with hip twenty-somethings. Looked like Williamsburg squared.
As we got near the center of town, we hit the Time Square effect, where lighting is so bright that you can’t tell night from day.
Engrish everywhere.

(Unrelated to the environmental group.)

Caught a street band named “Double Orange”. Which is just as silly a name as any from back on Bedford.
Went into a restaurant with no English signage, but lots of pictures. To order, you just inserted your cash into a vending machine and pushed a picture of what you wanted. The pictures were too small to really know what you were getting. I lucked out with a pile of soupy seafood and a side of dumplings. Will got a similar soup but a seriously pungent side dish of tiny fish and seaweed. But the food was plenty.
The main strip was full of arcades. The “Gameworld” fun palace had six floors organized by gender; they alternated between male and female-centered games.
Locals gamble on digitally controlled model horse races.

Any time a real thing is hard to find, seems like they just simulate it. With extreme attention to detail.
Back outside of the arcade, I still couldn’t get over how quiet it was.
The lack of car alarms is disturbing, makes me miss Brooklyn.
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