Interesting Fact:
It is socially acceptable to slurp your soup and noodles in Japan. Try it! It's quite liberating.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Small Revelation
Had a small revelation today...
I've been distraught about how far behind my blog is. I mean it's already December and I haven't even finished writing about Kirby and my trip to Kyoto/Nara/Osaka. With each passing week, my list of things to blog about has become dauntingly long. I have got to get it updated before I go home for Christmas! Then I realized, I can still write my current thoughts while they are fresh in my mind and work on the older posts at the same time. I'll just change the posted date and the entries won't be jumbled out of order! While this may not seem like an epiphany to most people, I felt a huge weight lift off my shoulders that I won't have to forget the little things anymore. For instance, like this little gem I wrote earlier today...
The Japanese are often described as polite, respectful, and well-mannered. I can't say that I disagree with any of these adjectives...but what adjective describes people who don't pick up their dog's poo?! (I think Americans could also be described by this word).
Everyday on my commute to the Chugakkou (Junior High School) a new "little present" as been waiting for me. Often, conveniently, in the middle of the sidewalk.
1. First of all, we don't live in Tokyo. We live in the inaka, the frickin' country. It's not like we are lacking in rice paddies and fields to let our dogs poop in.
2. Secondly, what are they feeding these poor little guys? I won't go into much detail due to the sensitive and rather gross nature of this blog topic, but let's just say its not normal. Mutant dog poo.
3. And lastly, how difficult is it to carry a plastic bag with you? With the amount of recycling regulations that goes on in Japan, plus the apparent environmental disregard for limiting plastic packaging, plastic bags are not scarce; they are abundant.
My walk back home is not any more safe, as it becomes increasingly difficult to dodge these little doggy bombs in the dark. I've started walking in the road to miss them, which isn't much safer. Even if I did find the culprit (or culprits as I suspect. No one dog is capable of this much damage), I do not have the requisite tact in Japanese to politely say "PICK UP YOUR DOG'S POO!"
I've been distraught about how far behind my blog is. I mean it's already December and I haven't even finished writing about Kirby and my trip to Kyoto/Nara/Osaka. With each passing week, my list of things to blog about has become dauntingly long. I have got to get it updated before I go home for Christmas! Then I realized, I can still write my current thoughts while they are fresh in my mind and work on the older posts at the same time. I'll just change the posted date and the entries won't be jumbled out of order! While this may not seem like an epiphany to most people, I felt a huge weight lift off my shoulders that I won't have to forget the little things anymore. For instance, like this little gem I wrote earlier today...
The Japanese are often described as polite, respectful, and well-mannered. I can't say that I disagree with any of these adjectives...but what adjective describes people who don't pick up their dog's poo?! (I think Americans could also be described by this word).
Everyday on my commute to the Chugakkou (Junior High School) a new "little present" as been waiting for me. Often, conveniently, in the middle of the sidewalk.
1. First of all, we don't live in Tokyo. We live in the inaka, the frickin' country. It's not like we are lacking in rice paddies and fields to let our dogs poop in.
2. Secondly, what are they feeding these poor little guys? I won't go into much detail due to the sensitive and rather gross nature of this blog topic, but let's just say its not normal. Mutant dog poo.
3. And lastly, how difficult is it to carry a plastic bag with you? With the amount of recycling regulations that goes on in Japan, plus the apparent environmental disregard for limiting plastic packaging, plastic bags are not scarce; they are abundant.
My walk back home is not any more safe, as it becomes increasingly difficult to dodge these little doggy bombs in the dark. I've started walking in the road to miss them, which isn't much safer. Even if I did find the culprit (or culprits as I suspect. No one dog is capable of this much damage), I do not have the requisite tact in Japanese to politely say "PICK UP YOUR DOG'S POO!"
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