I hit up the islands this weekend from Enoshima to Sarushima.
I’d never heard of Sarushima Island before, but my husband wanted to go there. It’s near the US military base in Yokosuka. The island is a former military base for the Japanese military and there are still old barracks and dismantled gun posts located all over. Continue reading
There is a whole TV show in Japan devoted to the story of how whiskey came to Japan. It was groundbreaking for its time because of its depiction an asian male/ western woman female couple on Japanese TV.
It became really popular and garnered great ratings. The theme song became quite recognizable.
As for me, whenever Japanese students found out my husband was Japanese their eyes would go wide and they would ask, “Is his name Masan?”
I had disappoint them and say, “No”.
Then they’d try and see if my middle name was Ellie because westerners have more than two names. And again, I’d have to disappoint.
So this TV show actually affected me in an indirect way.
Stranger yet, my husband was also a fan of the TV show which is normally not his cup of tea (he likes stuff about cars and the news). I think deep down he liked seeing a couple on TV that he felt looked like our couple. He would pre-record this show and we would watch it together after he came home from work. That’s how much he liked it. Continue reading
On the heels of eating Singapore food for the first time with a friend, I went with another friend “Queen M” to one of the areas I used to live around in Kanagawa. I used to live there, but I had no idea on all the great food places I was missing out on.
Queen M showed me around to this amazing hole-in-the-wall burger place and wow, they knew how to make burgers right. Yum!
It’s no secret that I don’t get modern art. It seems pretension and stupid to me. A very small sliver is good, but that doesn’t make up for this:
(To be fair that is performance art)
I should tell you how, as an eight year old, I led a revolution against modern art and tortured the museum curator. Those were the days.
When it comes to certain people, I have trouble letting go. My mother still can’t let go of her anger towards people who betrayed her. She still fumes about things, and will bore you to death with the story of “that person who ten years ago stabbed me in the back”.
I’ve usually been able to let go of these things. When I let go, I also forget the person and everything about them. I vaguely remember who hurt me, but it’s very hard. I can’t remember the good times nor the bad times. I only remember not to trust them and that they did something. However, the feelings are gone. I can’t even remember why I was angry. Continue reading
You’ve heard of ramen, right?
It’s more than those cheap cup noodles that college students know well, at least in Japan it is. There is a whole range of styles and options from how hard you want the noodles to what kind of broth and what you want in it.
I prefer shio (salt) ramen.
One of my husband’s favorite places is The Ramen Museum in Yokohama.