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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
SEAWEED BREAKFAST
A weekly column about Japan that I wrote for Glimpse.org.
100JapaneseThings
A collaborative site to help folks (and each other) find Japanese stuff.
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.
[The following dialogue was translated, to the best of my memory and ability, to English from the Japanglish mix we were actually speaking]
The red-faced man leaned in close.
“Now I will tell you a wonderful thing.”
My curiousity, always easily-piqued, was piqued.
“They once made powdered sake.”
“Really?”
“Yes, it was a powder, and it became sake. It was wonderful. But the Japanese did not like the technology. So now it’s hard to find.””
“Wait, you add water, and it made sake?”
“Yes!” His smile grew.
“Was it expensive?”
“No! But the Japanese didn’t like it! They didn’t like the technology! So it’s hard to find!”
You could tell he still couldn’t believe his countrymen’s taste.
“You could bring it anywhere!”
“Wow, anywhere…” I said. His eyes widened.
“We could go to OUTER SPACE and make sake! Amazing! IN OUTER SPACE! Or on the top of a cold mountain! We could go to the TOP OF A COLD MOUNTAIN and MAKE SAKE!”
“Hmmm…” I said.
He looked at my eyes, trying to see if I shared his vision of what the world could be.
“On top of a mountain, making a picnic. And sake!” he said.
He paused and broke out laughing. “We could make sake UNDER THE OCEAN! IN THE SEA!”
“Woah.” It was, I had to admit, an unusual idea, this under-sea sake-making.
“I think it could be a great business in America. American people would like it. You should introduce it there. You could make a lot of money.”
A man across the table inquired as to what we were talking about. The red-faced man explained in rapid Japanese.
“Yes,” the man across the table said. “You should bring that to America.”
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