Today (or yesterday, depending), Abe Shinzo was assassinated. Abe Shinzo, for those who don’t know, was a fairly beloved prime minister of Japan for quite a long time. To be honest, that, apart from his name, is the only thing I know about him, so I’ll leave memorialization and mourning
I attempted to write this post previously but it took on a tone I didn’t like, so I’m going to try to redo it. Last time I talked about why I consider learning Japanese a personal failure. Now I want to talk about why I don’t think it is. Oh,
So, today, I have been working on adding further reviews to Texihabara. There’s a bit of a technical issue I have to iron out where not all of the reviews are accessible, but I suppose that’s something that I can iron out with a bit of support and elbow grease.
I think this is going to be another long post on the level of the series of posts I wrote on transactional love, earlier. So buckle up, here we go. I have mentioned before that I was raised in a religious cult. This gave me a lot of perspectives that
Kawaii may be the only real Japanese word many people know. And they really don’t know what it means. It’s usually translated as “cute”. And that’s one of the meanings, for sure. Maybe it’s even the primary meaning. But that’s not really what it means. They actually have another word
I have been feeling a little ill today. I think maybe all of the stress and depression from the last few days have been getting to me. Or I’m just sick. I dunno. So I watched a few old episodes of Morning Musume variety shows. I’ve told the story before
I have been slowly going through AKB48’s discography and writing review posts for my new site. I knew I would learn stuff about Japanese culture I didn’t know. I didn’t know what I’d learn. The title of this post is the English translation of an AKB48 song called “Seifuku Ga
Now that I have made clear what the purpose of this blog is going to be moving forward, I feel like I am a little freer to make the posts I want to make, here. So that’s a good thing. Today I’m going to try to put words to something
Back when I used to live in Portland, before I got interested in Japanese, and before those antifa idiots decided they were going to ruin the place, I used to enjoy going to the Japanese Gardens there. They were really pretty, and peaceful. It’s the one thing I miss about
I promised in an earlier post that I would stop complaining about things I don’t like about Japan or Japanese culture. I am keeping that promise. This post is not intended to be as much a criticism about Japanese culture, as using that topic as a springboard into a deeper