Part of the joy of watching hours and hours of sumo tournaments on TV Japan is hearing the sportscasters speak about sumo in Japanese. In general, we don't know that many words other than sumo and food nouns. For that reason, while we're watching sumo we tend to notice the most frequently used expressions. The top three on the sumo telecasts are hai (yes), ano (um) and so desu ne (it is, isn't it?).
Mrguy fell in love with so desu ne, which has many meanings and is used with such passion at times.
To hear the many colors of so desu ne, visit this site:
http://japanvisitor.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-desu-ne.html
October 29, 2009
Why I Love My Mother
"I'll see you whenever I open the door and you're there."
-- Grand Mammoo Guy, at the end of our conversation just now.
-- Grand Mammoo Guy, at the end of our conversation just now.
October 10, 2009
A Murder of Crows
Over the last few hours two crows have been claiming their territory via a series of caws. Twenty minutes ago they were joined by a flock, a murder of crows, who all jabbered simultaneously and flew close to the house.
I love crows, and it wasn't always that way.
When I lived in New Hampshire for a brief time, there was a giant pine tree outside my bedroom window and another outside the bathroom window. Both were infested with crows. The din of these crow communities began early in the morning, and I worked nights. I hated crows with a passion. My heart felt light and happy when I saw one dead in the middle of our street. One for us!!
I don't know when the crow love began to overtake the hate. Maybe back at the old place, when I first heard them make the sound of castanets with their tongues. I just don't know why, but I think they're beautiful and funny.
On the way to work in the morning I pass the slimy green runoff from a neighbor's morning watering. Almost every morning, two crows march around in it like drunken sailors, weaving from side to side. It's part of the morning ritual of happiness.
Makes me wish today were a work day.
I love crows, and it wasn't always that way.
When I lived in New Hampshire for a brief time, there was a giant pine tree outside my bedroom window and another outside the bathroom window. Both were infested with crows. The din of these crow communities began early in the morning, and I worked nights. I hated crows with a passion. My heart felt light and happy when I saw one dead in the middle of our street. One for us!!
I don't know when the crow love began to overtake the hate. Maybe back at the old place, when I first heard them make the sound of castanets with their tongues. I just don't know why, but I think they're beautiful and funny.
On the way to work in the morning I pass the slimy green runoff from a neighbor's morning watering. Almost every morning, two crows march around in it like drunken sailors, weaving from side to side. It's part of the morning ritual of happiness.
Makes me wish today were a work day.
October 8, 2009
Yes, It's Fall Now
I'm wearing an aloha shirt and I'm chilly.
This is one of those awesome weeks. An amazing ukulele soloist came to the factory to share his artistry and knowledge with the uke players at the factory. I hope to put his knowledge into action.
My biceps hurt from hauling Golden Forklift statues across the street today, which is mildly humorous. I gave a tour to a group of forklift fans today and made them really happy. I'm going to the Twin Cities in two weeks to see middleguysis.
And it's quiet in the home.
Mrguy is clacking away on the other side of the room and potatoes are roasting in the oven.
This is one of those awesome weeks. An amazing ukulele soloist came to the factory to share his artistry and knowledge with the uke players at the factory. I hope to put his knowledge into action.
My biceps hurt from hauling Golden Forklift statues across the street today, which is mildly humorous. I gave a tour to a group of forklift fans today and made them really happy. I'm going to the Twin Cities in two weeks to see middleguysis.
And it's quiet in the home.
Mrguy is clacking away on the other side of the room and potatoes are roasting in the oven.
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