tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63380062024-11-06T02:56:42.675+00:00Look up at the sky. Ask yourself, "Has the sheep eaten the flower or not?"<br>And you'll see how everything changes....Emily Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01850862259027334648noreply@blogger.comBlogger265125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338006.post-34160081182858964982011-03-18T12:41:00.001+00:002011-03-18T12:41:45.965+00:00

I missed 2010 entirely!

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Several months ago, I read somewhere (I wish I remembered where) that when one prefaces a statement of opinion with a qualifying statement meant to dissuade the listener from developing a poor view of the speaker in light of the opinion about to be uttered, it actually has the opposite effect.That didn't make sense, so I'll just explain it by example. If you say, "I don't mean to sound like a

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There are some kinks to work out of the SMS blog post functionality, it would seem....

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Walking past the Green Line Cafe on 45th and Locust today, I passed by a small group of kids. I would've been wearing sneakers, but I was coming back from a last-minute job interview and lunch in Center City, and was wearing the most formal-looking shoes I could walk in.Girl #1: She's got Sketchers on.Girl #2: That's so dumb!Girl #1: What's so dumb?But I never did find out.

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Once in a great while I'll have one of those dreams of song and light that help me understand how it is to be full of life and the universe&mdash;my eyes wide open, laughter dancing at the back of my throat. And when I wake and feel the last of the sand slipping through the hourglass, I grab for it, desperately hoping that a few grains might stick to my fingertips, to carry that delicious

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Some years ago, I think I was in middle school, I visited a reservoir in Upstate New York with Aunt Beth. We followed the path to the dam, where we could see the lake as well as the cascade. Water was gushing from halfway up the dam down to the river below, but at the top, behind the dam, the lake was still as glass. Beth pointed out to me the tiny stirrings, little whorls flirting, dancing,

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Some months after our dad moved out, and got his own place, my brother and I would visit him on Sundays. Our visits in those days often began with instructions to inquire about the child support check, possibly followed by a heated exchange between our parents. After this, we'd wait for Dad to get ready, and then we'd go to church. I never really liked that church, though I didn't realize it

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I've decided to take a less laissez-faire attitude toward developing friendships here in Philadelphia. Which basically means I've been asking people out for lunch recently. It's just baby steps for me at this point, but it's a little strange to be participating in this extroverted behavior all of a sudden. It's probably not so all-of-a-sudden, though, but more the result of spending New Year's

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Some of my clothes still smell like tatami.

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Philadelphia is the kind of place where you can find an Emily Street nine blocks south of a Watkins Street.I think I'll move there someday.

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Every time I see the full moon, it reminds me of Japan, cos I left Japan on a full moon.Oh Emily, how maudlin can you get?Yeah, I know. But it's true. Both the leaving and the remembering.

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There have been a number of changes in my life in recent months, and chief among them is my ascendancy to in-lawhood. My brother got married April 12th in a beautiful wedding in Dover, Delaware. His beloved, Kim, had asked me to be one of her bridesmaids, so I got myself all gussied up (even painted my face) and crammed my feet into pretty little three-inch heels and watched my brother become a

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When I started working in the jewelry department, other people said, "Oh nice, no fitting rooms." I didn't understand why this was something to be relieved about, but I took their word for it.Now... ahahahaha... ha hah ... aheh....Attention Departo shoppers: If, at any time during your shopping experience, you look around and think, Why can't I find anyone to check me out? this is because we're

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if there were two other people out there with very similar e-mail addresses to yours, and you sometimes received e-mails intended for one of those two other people, and your attempts to communicate the error to the senders of the e-mails were sometimes met with gratitude, sometimes with rudeness, but usually wholly ignored?I don't even know what the real e-mail addresses of these people are, else

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A few weeks ago I scored a full-time position in the jewelry department at Departo.* This is somewhat different work from my previous part-time position in Customer Service. I'd been kind of hoping I'd have to deal with fewer frustrating customers, but this isn't so much the case.Customer: Is it okay if I try on these earrings?Me: We prefer that you don't.Customer: You prefer. So that means

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I saw this on national television the other night."Oshirikajirimushi" means "butt-biting bug."Edit 2007-09-13: Dumb NHK had it pulled. (-_-)*Edit 2008-02-02: I took down the ugly non-functional YouTube screen. To hear the song, you can visit the website for the upcoming Nintendo DS game.Edit 2009-02-03: Dailymotion is hosting the video now: http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2yxtl_funHooray for

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I wanted to tell you that when I came here, I was on a large ship full of strangers in the middle of the ocean. But over time I realized they were my family, and it had just taken me some time to recognize them.And then the people I loved held a small ceremony, disowned me, set me on a raft and pushed me away, out to the empty sea, where the dark, hungry waters stretched beyond my comprehension.

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I'm not sure why I said she'd stumbled blindly. The truth is, her face was buried in her hand, but she walked in a straight line toward the exit, moving quickly, crying quietly, determined to get out of the godforsaken building where nonsense had exploded in her hands, her face, her heart. The teachers all ran to the window to watch her leave, and later to watch her older brother leave. I

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An hour and a half ago the father of two of my students killed himself.Right now I don't give a damn about what sort of distress he was in when he did it. All I can think of is a twelve-year old girl, face buried in hand, sobbing as she stumbled blindly past the open door.

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I'll just post this video to my blog, and then I'll be ready.

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OkuizumoOkuizumo-choNitaNita-gunYokotaShimaneShimane-kenJapanBoard of EducationJunior High SchoolALTAssistant Language TeacherJET ProgramJET ProgrammeThere. That about covers all the search terms I can think of.I mean, it worked last year.

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It often helps, when I'm confronted with something in Japan that I find silly or stupid or insane, if I can think of its American correlation. Like, when I heard that the national weather bureau tries to predict when the sakura (cherry blossoms) will bloom in different areas across the country, and tracks the sakura front across the country from south to north each year, I thought that was kind

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Augh! I've completely missed the month of April! My archives will be incomplete! Quick, what's something I was thinking about blogging in April but didn't?Ah, here we go:If you click on the photo, you can see that I actually took this photo on April 24th. Good enough for me! Change post date, doot do-doo, and done.While running laps with the track and field team after school, I passed a

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Yesterday at lunch I said to New Sensei, "Today the students will find out which teachers are leaving?""Yes, that's right.""Why is it a secret?"He thought a few moments before a lightbulb went on. "Ah. It's because if the students find out before then, maybe they will be confused, and ask the teachers many questions.""That's a bad thing?""Mmm.... I don't know," he smiled uncertainly."I'm

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