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Walking home with colleagues after dinner the other night, we passed this cute sign advertising some porcine parking, and I was reminded once again of how fantastic Japanese is for the making of inventive puns. “Boo boo” (ブーブー) is, of course, what pigs say in Japanese and, as my colleagues informed me, it’s also the […]


It’s the rainy season in Japan – the time for tsuyu (梅雨), or ‘plum rain.’ After having lived in Japan for over eleven years, I’ve finally gotten around to buying a proper pair of boots for the season so that I don’t have to spend day after day walking around in soaked shoes. I had […]


There was an enormous lightning storm the other night in Toyonaka so I jumped out onto my balcony to try to get a few pictures. Instead, the lightning confused the camera in my phone and all I got were a bunch of post-apocalyptic views of an alien prison planet. Welcome to the nightmare.


In the last couple of weeks I’ve finished writing a paper (handed in on deadline day), given a talk, and prepped like crazy for the new semester. It’s been just a bit tiring, so at the end of the week I rewarded myself with just a small glass of The Chita. The paper that I […]


Not too long ago, Mikami Kan (三上 寛) – a folk/blues legend in Japan – came to Osaka to play at Imagination Pika Space as part of the Night of 1,000 Eyes series, curated by the serious and mysterious DJ Mike 1,000 Eyes. I’d seen Mikami Kan play once before in Kyoto in tandem with […]


March 4th was my birthday, and a completely perfect spring day for a walk. I decided to walk to two local shrines – Toyonaka Inari-jinja and Harada-jinja – mostly on a route that I had never taken before. The first part of my walk was quite familiar and took me past the building that I […]


My birthday was on March the 4th, and I received this beautiful collage in the mail from my mother, Cecily Axt. The stamps that accompanied it were pretty super as well. As if that weren’t enough, a wonderful colleague of mine surprised me by popping into my office with his mandolin and singing a spirited […]