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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
My Japanese students write wonderfully cute test essays. This one arrived while I was covering a pile of fresh tests in red ink.
This dog’s picture is an important picture. This dog is my family. Her name is Jenni [1] . Jenni is (a) cute dog.
Not a bad start.
Sometimes my mother Jenni and I went to sea by car.
Out came the red pen.
Everyday I was very happy.
Changing tenses in the middle of a passage… a common second language mistake. But one I cannot allow to stand.
The pen’s turn to leak it’s crimson fury.
I mark the paper up, changing every verb to the present tense. All in the name of education. I arrive at the end…
But she was died. I’m very sad. Cry with sad.
And I realize this is not a normal grammar situation. In her memory the pet “is”, in reality it “was”...
Her dog is dead, and my pen just bled all over her little eulogy.
The essay is lovely; It is the grader that is grotesque.
They should really put erasers on these things.
[1] dogname changed to protect, um, I dunno. It just seemed weird to actually put the dead dog’s name on the web.
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