They are three websites I really like, and you might too.

1) Better The World

Imagine there was a turkey named Giblets. Every time Giblets gobbled (since that is generally what he did), something good happened in the Turkey World. Maybe hungry turkeys had some extra grass to eat, or a turkey coop was built for the coopless turkeys, or a lost poult was reunited with his rafter. Giblets doesn’t change his daily habits, but just by continuing to gobble, Turkey World improves.

That’s what Better The World does, for humans! By surfing the web (what many of us already spend too much time doing), you raise money for programs that help the hungry, the sick, and Earth, among others. It is as simple as that. This 90 second video breaks it down.

2) MicroPlace

Now imagine Giblets had some extra cranberries, and another turkey, Dewlap, happened to need a few cranberries to open her Cranberry Crumb Cupcakes and Other Confections Shop. So Giblets lent his cranberries, allowing Dewlap to open her store. Word spread that Dewlap’s cupcakes were the best in the coop, and soon she had custurkeymers lined out the door. After selling enough confections, Dewlap was able to return Giblets’ cranberries to him, plus a few cupcakes as an added thanks.

Substitute you for Giblets, the motivated poor for Dewlap, and money for cranberries, and that’s the basic idea of microfinance – making small loans to the working poor, enabling them to pull themselves out of poverty. What I like about MicroPlace is it allows everyday people, for as little as $20, to make a positive, effective impact on alleviating global poverty. Kiva.org is another gravy microfinance program.

3) Free Rice

This might take a stretch of the imagination, but work with me. So, imagine Giblets has a friend who visits www.freerice.com and, with each correct multiple choice answer, donates rice to feed the hungry, at the same time learning nifty words like poult (baby turkey) and rafter (group of turkeys)…

Yeah, couldn’t quite think of an adequate analogy for that one, but that’s the gist of it – each correct answer donates 10 grains through the UN World Food Program. Free education, free (well, sponsor-supported) rice.

You may have noticed a few themes running through this post, namely helping and turkey. Giblets is a caring turkey. You are, too. I mean, not to say that you are a turkey, just in respect to Giblets being a turkey and you being a…well, you get it. Happy Thanksgiving!

I tried convincing a couple of my elementary schoolers that Lord Voldemort and I are なかよし (close friends). Well, they weren’t just going to take my word for it, so they asked for proof from You-Know-Who himself:

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For some reason, WordPress doesn’t want to show their letter, but it’s basically a handwritten note that says:

VOLDEMORT

HELLO

MY NAME IS RINA & MEI

PLEASE SIGMN

Sure enough, on my next school visit, they received a reply. They are now true believers.

I think Voldemort's cursive could use a little work.

I think it was the snake heart that did it.

Following the China adventure, the California family said their goodbyes and dispersed: Ted stayed in Shanghai for work, Mom and E headed home to LA, and I flew to Norfolk, VA to meet the Ohio family who had road-tripped down. Together, my step-mom, 16 year old brother Justin (behind the wheel with his brand spanking new license), and Jason, Serina, and Spencer, my 11 year old triplet siblings, made our way down to the Outer Banks in North Carolina for a week of beach fun with family friends. Notable things include frisbeeing in thunderstorms, boogie boarding with dolphins, whooping my brother in Rummy, and successfully completing the “5 Gallons of Milk in 2 Days” challenge.

Next, we drove up to Williamsport, MD to visit our uncles, aunt, and grandpa. We received a tour of the family farms, had a delicious Olive Garden dinner, and a momentous brunch and tour of Uncle Rob and Jerry’s manson.

To Uncle Doug and Aunt Lynn - I'm still on the hunt for train postcards. To Jerry - Comment away, and replies shall quic-... eventually follow.

Next, back to Mason, OH for a week of family bonding. There, I bought American-sized shoes, went on a blind date set up by my step-mom’s friend (a self-proclaimed yenta), took advantage of the newly-finished basement, complete with big-screen TV and Rock Band, but careful to avoid the couch where the triplets videotaped my brother and then-girlfriend’s make-out session, and generally enjoyed time with the family and, of course, home-cooked meals.

Following Ohio, I road-tripped down the East Coast visiting friends and family. First stop was Pittsburgh, PA to see my grandpa and great-aunt. Pop pop, from whom I definitely inherited my frugality, carved me a ham sandwich from a 10 lb. ham he bought at the store, because “it was cheaper per pound than the 2 lb. one.” Next stop was Washington DC, where many of my friends moved after graduation. I got a personal tour of the Mall by Molly, ate giant burgers with MIke, Will, and Bob, and discussed apartment paint aesthetics with Carrie and Brenan. After DC was Charlottesville, VA, where I wandered around UVa, my alma mater, feeling old and young at the same time. There I reunited with Edward and Keith, and the three of us rolled through the night to Atlantic Beach, NC, arriving around 2 AM to surprise everyone at Papa’s Palace, our friend Janny’s family beach house. Since our first year in college, we have gathered annually at Papa’s for a week of beach and beer. Since this was our first year after graduation, with everyone scattered far and wide, it was unclear whether our reunion of sea and shots would remain. Amazingly, everyone returned, making me think even our great-grandchildren will continue the tradition of brine and booze. Big events of Papa’s Palace 2009 included the inventions of The Sneak Beer and a drinking game involving cucumbers, swords, Quetzals, and DRANK. I also made a trip down to Wrightsville Beach for intense Apple to Apple action with Diana and the Van Vleet siblings. Finished my East Coast circuit back in Ohio, had my final delicious home-cooked meal, and flew back to Japan. Whew!

Although I didn’t take many pictures while I was back home, I risked running off the road while fumbling for my camera to snap these, which I know Ted will appreciate.

Fins to the left!

Fins to the right!

And a couple headed to the Land of the Rising Sun.

And those are my summer travels!

During my last Skype session with the family, Elizabeth made it very clear that she was the sole author of the China journal. She wrote in the third person because she’s professional like that.

Despite Godzilla’s most amphibious attempts, my family and I indeed reunited in China. Their plane was delayed in LA, which meant they missed their connecting flight to Beijing, so they spent the night in Tokyo and caught a flight out the next morning. It’s interesting that that will probably be the only time when they’re in Japan and I’m not.

It had been about a year since I had seen my sister. Wow, she has grown. Not only is she eye-level with my mom, but in terms of maturity, way past me. As such, she had the foresight to keep a journal while we traveled through China; with each place we visited, she and my mom would write a little blurb about the sights, smells, and ever-present streetside vendors. So, when I struggle to meet my readers’ demands for a detailed account of our trip, I just need to turn to the responsible one in the family. And so I present China: Through the Eyes of Elizabeth (with my occasional additions/revisions).

Peking Duck Banquet at China Lounge Restaurant:

While this was not our favorite meal I highly recommend it to first time China visitors. The duck wasn’t particularly good was especially delicious considering half of it was fat but it was a sight to behold watching them cut it in front of us. The restaurant itself was very beautiful and elegant. Most importantly they offered a fork to Elizabeth when she couldn’t figure out how to us her chopsticks gave up on Brandon’s instruction.

Changpuhe Park; Tai Chi and Qigong:

Elizabeth and Brandon sadly missed this opportunity because they couldn’t be woken up at 6:45 to make the early walk over, but not to worry, mom and dad gave us a full account later. As our inexperienced American tour group tried to find their inner chi, the local Chinese walking in the park began taking pictures of them. Sadly I’m not sure any one was any more relaxed than they were before.

Beijing-Houhai District:

If you can get a pedicab ride it makes this area a little more enjoyable, accessible and easy to cover.


While in this area a must is Madame Sun Yat-sun’s residence, a very influential woman in China’s history. There is a museum there which you can tour that is very educational. Not exactly Elizabeth’s favorite. If you can visit one of the local’s homes take the opportunity. We visited Madame Lou and her husband’s (a pigeon keeper and racer – pigeon racing?!) home. No pigeon for lunch though!

The speedy pigeons are in the cage at the top.

Summer Palace:

So beautiful! If you’re in Beijing you must see this beautiful garden and palace. We didn’t get to see the palace itself but we did tour the amazing gardens and exquisite walkways beautifully painted. We ended our visit with a boat ride around the lake surrounding it.


Great Wall Mutianyu:

This is obviously the first attraction people think of when they go to China. While it is a long drive from the city it is definitely worth it. Just be prepared for a lot of walking and sweating. You can take either the chair lift or gondola up to the wall depending which you feel more comfortable with. This is a prime picture taking spot though you’ll probably be sweaty in all the pictures. There are great views from the top of it. For those who take the chair lift the best part is coming down. There is a huge toboggan slide you can ride down from the top to the bottom. Definitely Elizabeth’s and Brandon’s favorite part.


Xiaolonpu Restaurant:

This restaurant is conveniently located at the foot of the great wall. Considering the location of the restaurant it’s very good. I would recommend it if you are planning to see the great wall although it is not worth the long drive out their just to go to the restaurant. No funny stories to tell while we were here except we had to wait forever in line to go to the bathroom because they had only two stalls. It also had the strangest fish I have ever seen. They had bills like a duck.

Fish/Duck? Dish? Or...nevermind.

Red Umbrella Market:

Sadly I forgot the specific name of this market but I did distinctly remember the long rows of red umbrellas that to Elizabeth never seemed to end. Name any organ of any animal you know and I can guarantee they had it. Our family’s favorite happening to be the sheep’s penis. We had to practically pull Brandon away before he ventured to try one and experience a case of major diarrhea.( Though Brandon did get a case of diarrhea which lasted one or two days, but at least it wasn’t from a scorpion. Probably the watermelon at every meal- I don’t eat too much fruit in Japan.)

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Shanglinyuan Restaurant inside Beihai Park:

This was our farewell banquet in Beijing with the local alumni. I really can’t tell you what we ate and how it tasted because I wasn’t hungry and couldn’t recognize a thing. I can tell you that was the first time I remember using a squat toilet which is an experience all alone. One thing for sure it is not easy. You have to have some major leg muscles to hold there in a squat position for a long time. By the end of the trip I was still holding the walls as I was squatting (Brandon still does). In fact one of the older women got stuck in that position and couldn’t get back up. It really shows how much we take for granted here in America with our western toilets.

Dumpling Banquet at Defachang Restaurant:

This was the biggest meal we ate throughout the whole trip. As you walk into the door of the restaurant you are met with a huge golden dumpling which suggests right away what your main course will be tonight. Little did we know then that we were having a total of eighteen different dumplings. By the end of the meal, suffice it to say we all felt like huge giant dumplings.

The Dumpling Place

Sofitel Hotel:

If you are staying in Xian I would definitely recommend this hotel because of its modern beauty, extensive pillow menu (you have the choice of Natural Buckwheat Filling Pillow, Allergy-free Hypodown Pillow, and Isotonic Temperature-sensitive Foam Pillow, among others) and closeness to the local bell tower area with many beautiful buildings. Because of its convenience to the dumpling restaurant a few of our tour members decided to walk back to the hotel around 10:30-11:00 at night including our own family. We weren’t five or ten minutes into the walk when we promptly got lost. Brandon asked one of the locals if he knew where our hotel was with a lot of hand motions and a sheet with the name of our hotel in Chinese characters on it (plenty of practice with that). The older man asked a girl on a bike he knew to accompany and lead us there even though she didn’t understand much English. We finally made it there and gave her a tip for helping us get there. We started walking inside, her following us in and heading to the front desk. We all felt bad thinking that she didn’t know how to get home when she handed us a note that said “If you have any more trouble here is my cell phone number………..” Our first Chinese friend! On the other hand, this gives new meaning to child labor.

Terracotta Warriors:

Most everybody reading this knows who and what the terracotta warriors are so I won’t spend the time to explain them. It is a marvel to see these clay figurines that have lasted the test of time for this many centuries. I can’t imagine how beautiful they must have looked in their day with all the bright colors and unharmed parts. This was defiantly worth seeing and I recommend it to all China tourists even if it means fighting the crowds for the best picture.

This is one of three giant buildings containing the statues. About 6,000 warriors have been excavated, and they predict there are another 4,000 left to unearth.

Each statue has a unique face, armor, hair, etc. Although, once, they found twins.

Muslim Street and Mosque:

If you want see some true culture this would be a good place to go. The mosque is not really that big but it is pretty and you can hear the local Chinese Muslim kids learning Arabic in summer school. It is a great place to walk around and relax but if you miss it is okay.


Han Emperor’s Tomb at Yangling Museum:

Not as impressive as the Terracotta Warriors, but the tomb is interesting. It is air conditioned which during the summer in china is a major concern. You don’t really have to fight the crowds like you do at the Terracotta Warriors which is an upside.

They are about a third of the size of the Terracotta Warriors, but the whole floor is made of glass so you can stand over and see them close-up.

Hu Xe Yan Grand Garden Mansion:

The restaurant is not a walk-in one and I believe you have to make reservations for larger parties in advance. It was a rich man’s mansion before he died and now has been converted into a private restaurant. The first thing you’ll notice when you sit down is how low the seats are and how high the table. Brandon could finally feel normal sized. The next surprise of the evening was found out and experienced first by Elizabeth. The waitresses walk in with this big bowl that kind of looked like a witches cauldron and set it down on the table. Elizabeth got curious and stood up to reach over and find out what it was. There sitting in the pot of hot water was a whole chicken, head and all. By the end of the meal no one had touched the soup. Brandon had discreetly scooped some into his bowl and dared Elizabeth to try it with him. They both thoroughly enjoyed it.

The Eclipse:

A little early but definitely worth it. This wasn’t the highlight of coming on the trip for us, but after we saw it we all voted this was absolutely one of our favorite parts of the vacation. For those who haven’t seen one, it is an amazing event, and for those who have you know what I am talking about. It is a slow process but the few minutes of totality are really spectacular. Our favorite part was the diamond ring effect just as totality was finishing. Even our cameras couldn’t capture the spectacular view we saw.

I put my camera into the looking lens of a sun-filtered telescope and came out with this. The moon is coming down from the top and is about halfway from completely elicipsing the sun.

This shows all the phases of the eclipse. It begins on the top left and moves like you're reading a book. The top and bottom are the same sun, just that top was taken with two filters on the camera lens (giving the sun a red tint) and the bottom with only one (making it appear white).

Closane Factory:

It was really cool to see how the make them and how much hand work is put into it. It looked like excruciating hard and boring work. We got a look inside the store where Elizabeth bought some bracelets for her friends and mommy bought a Christmas ornament.

Meijiawu Tea Plantation:

We watched as they ground and prepared the green tea leaves for drinking. Then we all sat down to two rounds of green tea which Elizabeth wanted to spit out the whole time and listened to the tea plantation employee explain to us about the health benefits of green tea, especially their own Dragonwell kind. Everybody swore she was funny enough to be on David Letterman. She did her job well because now we have two cans of green tea that won’t go away.

The Tea Place

KFC:

If your missing American culture, there are plenty of KFC’s around to chose from which seems to be their favorite fast food restaurant. Don’t worry about communication because you can point at the picture menu. The only problem is the pictures aren’t very realistic; for example, when daddy ordered his chicken meal, he didn’t realize that meant a drumstick and a drink. Not exactly American sized portions.

Xintiandi:

This a restaurant and shopping district in the French Concession area that is very westernized. There are many American restaurants as well as some Asian ones and all are very high quality. If you want a break from Chinese culture this is a great place to spend an afternoon or lunch.


Shanghi Museum:

Very interesting. What we were most surprised about was what little they had for a civilization so old. We learned that a lot was destroyed during the Cultural Revolution and a lot was shipped to Taiwan. Our favorite sections were the bronze and furniture. This is worth seeing.

The Bund:

Very, very crowded! But the skyline was spectacular because of all the different shaped buildings. A mini New York Times Square!

And that’s China!

Awhile back, my mom booked our family on a trip to China through UVa’s alumni tour program Cavalier Travels . She knew all of the details about where we were going, hotels, phone numbers, etc. I was going along for the ride; my only responsibility was to meet the family in Tokyo, and we would travel together to Beijing.

Well, I’m not very good with responsibility. Arriving at the Beijing terminal in Narita airport, I make a loop around the waiting area, a big smile on my face. No family. I re-check the terminal, do a second loop, and the smile fades a little. Still no family. Not a problem, I’m sure their flight from LA hasn’t arrived yet. I take a seat, become absorbed in two Japanese kids having a vicious thumb war, and patiently wait for the joyful reunion with my family…

At the final boarding call, I’m fairly certain joyful reuniting is not going to happen. I board the plane, still not too concerned, thinking my family missed their flight or the plane was delayed in LA or Godzilla intercepted it somewhere over the Pacific, but all is well because somehow everyone will eventually make it to China.

It wasn’t until I had found my seat and fastened my seat belt and made sure my tray table was in its upright and locked position and the plane had taxied out of the gate and onto the runway and had lifted off that it hit me: I have no idea where to go once I land. Like I said, my mom had planned everything; I was banking on meeting the family in Tokyo and them taking care of the rest. It’s okay, I thought, I’ll call them when I land. Wait, I don’t know my mom’s or step-dad’s or Elizabeth’s cell phone numbers (as a side note, I think it’s a bit ridiculous my 12 year old sister has a cell phone). And even if I knew where I was going, I have no Chinese yuan to pay a taxi, and the plane is scheduled to land late enough at night that any currency exchange places are sure to be closed. So I am sitting in a middle seat on a plane bound for Beijing, with no useful money, and the only clue as to where to go once I land being a memory of an email my mom sent that I had skimmed over before deleting that had the name of the Beijing hotel in it, and a vague recollection that one of the words in the hotel name might be “Grand.”

Well, that’s a start. Maybe if I just say “Grand Hotel Beijing” to the taxi driver and show him a crisp Abraham Lincoln, he’ll know exactly what to do. Meanwhile, on the plane, I heard the woman seated next to me speaking Japanese and then what I assumed was Chinese to the flight attendant. I complimented her on her multilingual abilities. She was momentarily shocked by a white giant speaking Japanese to her, but then eagerly complimented me on my own language skills. And so our conversation began. I told her about my time as an English teacher in Aomori, and she described how she was born in Japan but had lived in and still frequently visited Beijing. Hearing this, I immediately told her about my predicament and asked if she had heard of a Hotel Grand Something. She hadn’t. But the Japanese man on the other side of me who was listening in on our conversation had, and he whipped out his Book of Beijing Hotels. Flipped to G, and there it was: Grand Hotel Beijing, as I had guessed in my Abraham Lincoln taxi scenario. He passed the book to the woman and she wrote the name and address of the hotel in Chinese for the taxi driver . She also wrote her own address and phone number in Beijing in case I got lost. And she gave me a chocolate bar.

When we landed, I profusely thanked the two kindest people I have ever sat between on an airplane and headed for baggage claim. Spotted a kiosk at the far end of the hallway and, when I saw there was a woman inside surrounded by all sorts of currency, thanked the heavens a money exchange place was still open (it was around 11pm). I grabbed my bag and walked towards the taxis, directions in hand, yuan in pocket, confident that I at last had all of the components needed to direct and pay a taxi to get to my hotel.

Then I saw a man with the sign:

Cavalier Travels Airport Transfer Service: Cline/Haile Family

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What I learned:

I am damn good at guessing hotel names.

I should get my little sister’s number.

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Back, and what better way to usher in my 2nd year in Japan than to have passed my Japanese license driving test! Having failed two times before I left for summer, and considering my International Driver’s Permit expired August 1st, it was a good thing 3rd time was the charm – I’d rather not be biking to school in blizzards. I also give myself an additional pat on the back for taking the test two days after I returned, freshly jet-lagged and unsure on which side of the road I was supposed to be driving.

Taking a friend’s suggestion, I’ve roughly determined that my summer travels traversed just over 20,000 miles, coming in a mere 5,000 miles short of the circumference of the Earth. I plan to blog it all in due time, as fast as procrastination permits. I’ll leave you with a glimpse of what’s to come.

Rooftops in a Hazy Afternoon

A few Saturdays ago, I had the opportunity to help my middle school’s vice principal on his farm. Here are some pictures!

Workin' it

First, he put me to work with the hand-held plower. Definitely beats using a spade.

The Giant and the Beanstalk

Then I went to town clipping some beans from the stalk.

Corn hole?

And helped his wife plant the corn. Legends say that when these little guys are fully grown, they’ll tower over the White Giant.

I don't think I realized exactly how tall I am until I saw this picture

We prepared and ate our fresh lunch straight from the farm!

Mine are on the right.

Meanwhile, my vice principal decided to compare shoe size. Let me know if you have trouble figuring out whose are whose.

And that was my Saturday. Very enjoyable, very delicious. Just another reason why I love living in backcountry Japan.

Update: Tonight I’m taking the night bus to Tokyo, meeting the California family, and together we’re going to China for ten days! Then I’ll be returning stateside to see the Ohio family and friends along the East coast! Then back to Japan for Round 2! See you in August with more blog posts! And more exclamation points!

Since coming to Japan, I’ve dabbled in a few things: I’ve banged taiko drums with elementary kids; I’ve been thrown to the ground by middle schoolers; I’ve done  yoga with grandmothers. As fun as these activities are, what I’ve really stuck with (besides Mama-san Club Volleyball on Thursdays) is meditation. I guess it all started about four months ago while reading online chapters from UVa Psychology Professor Jonathan Haidt’s (who teaches PSYC 101 – one of the most interesting classes I took) book, The Happiness Hypothesis. In it, he discusses what we can learn from both ancient wisdom and modern research to lead happy, meaningful lives. Usually not a big fan of self-help books, I really enjoyed reading this one, particularly when he mentioned meditation. Don’t get me wrong, I do think I lead a happy, meaningful life – I’m greeted daily by ridiculously genki Japanese kids, after all – but I’ve always wanted to try meditation. My roommate in college and I had talked about meditating (and I think tried once, before getting distracted by DDR), but it wasn’t until reading Haidt’s book that I was reminded of it. That, and going to monthly Zen meditations at the local Buddhist temple here, convinced me to try meditating daily. And four months later, I am surprised to discover that I am still at it. From what I’ve heard, meditation results are very gradual, and I’m still at the very beginning, but I definitely notice some changes – calmer, relaxed, more…Hakuna matata.

If you’re at all interested in meditation, there are a ton of online resources, but I found WildMind.org to be the most informative. It’s there that I read this funny warning, which pretty much sums up why I meditate:

Symptoms of Inner Peace

Be on the lookout for symptoms of inner peace. The hearts of a great many have already been exposed to inner peace and it is possible that people everywhere could come down with it in epidemic proportions. This could pose a serious threat to what has, up to now, been a fairly stable condition of conflict in the world.

Some signs and symptoms of inner peace:

A tendency to think and act spontaneously rather than on fears based on past experiences.

An unmistakable ability to enjoy each moment.

A loss of interest in judging other people.

A loss of interest in judging self.

A loss of interest in interpreting the actions of others.

A loss of interest in conflict.

A loss of the ability to worry. (This is a very serious symptom.)

Frequent, overwhelming episodes of appreciation.

Contented feelings of connectedness with others and nature.

Frequent attacks of smiling.

An increasing tendency to let things happen rather than make them happen.

An increased susceptibility to the love extended by others as well as the
uncontrollable urge to extend it.

WARNING: If you have some or all of the above symptoms, please be advised that your condition of inner peace may be so far advanced as to not be curable. If you are exposed to anyone exhibiting any of these symptoms, remain exposed only at your own risk.

Copyright © 1984 Saskia Davis.

And I don’t actually do any OMMing. Just makes for a catchy title.

I’ve been in Japan for nearly a year now, and I’m happy to say that almost everyday, I have studied at least a little Japanese. One day at my elementary school, I decided to put my ten months of diligence to the test. During a free class period, I headed for the school library, dictionary in hand, determined to read something a Japanese elementary schooler could handle. Not wanting to set my sights too high, I went straight to the first grade section. As I browsed the various picture books, my eyes lit up when I recognized a classic: かいじゅうたちのいるところ – Where The Wild Things Are. I immediately found a vacant tiny chair and turned to the first page…

At the sound of the bell forty five minutes later, the main character, Max, had just been sent to his room. That’s right, readers – I hadn’t even gotten to where the wild things are. For you WTWTA fans, you’ll know that the entire book comprises about twenty pages, with Max being grounded somewhere around page 5. You’ll also know that each page has approximately three sentences; simple sentences, no more than seven words each. That puts me at…just over two words per minute. This includes:
1) Reading the word.
2) Sighing because it’s a word in a book for first graders and I don’t know it.
3) Looking it up.
4) Repeating Steps 1-3 for all words in a sentence.
5) Trying to make sense of the sentence because Japanese syntax is very different from English (Ex. E: I put the book in the bag, J: I in the bag the book put).

Needless to say, I quickly flipped through the rest of the pictures (being illiterate doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the awesomeness of the wild things), put the book back in its proper slot, gently placed my self esteem beside it, and exited the room.

Back in January, I was asked what my New Year’s Resolution was. I said I wanted my Japanese to be better than a kindergartener’s. Looks like I’ve got a’ways to go.