I took a cardboard box full of instant ramen with me to college. Continue reading
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The night starts by asking a cab driver to take you to a school. It’s 11 p.m. and you have no business going to a school at 11 p.m. on a Saturday night, so the driver heads toward the school and then discretely stops a few blocks away.
“Why don’t I let you out here?”
The whole thing feels a little shady and suspect, like you’re dealing with yakuza. But the secrecy dissolves when you wander through neighborhood ramen shops and come to a door with a hand-made sign. In bold, magic-markered capital letters surrounded by stars: “This is a GAY BAR.”
I’m not pioneering the amusement potential of “Engrish,” the mind-numbing spawn of English when used solely for decorative purposes. But while reading through the amazing computer-generated Twitter spam of horse e-books, I realized something: The two forms of completely nonsensical English have their own quirks.
So, I’ve made a little test with a theory: People who live in Japan and are accustomed to Japanese English will be able to spot its charms when isolated from the computer-generated poetry of a Spam engine. I suspect those of you who have never been to Japan will have some difficulty.
Enjoy!
The school culture festival was rehearsed for months. On my own, I put in about 9 hours of overtime over the past two weeks, with plans for the event dating to Dec. 1. The kids were even more intense, staying after school every day until 7 or 8 p.m.