| Aug 6, 2011

Another day, another murder

A snap of her wrist . . . and she has yanked back our kitchen curtains. Her eyes dart over the yard. That is, what we call a yard — a few square meters of gravel and grass that our neighbor’s house now shadows ...

| Jul 16, 2011

It’s now time for complete BS

Socrates said his wisdom flowed from knowing he knew nothing. I can relate. Except in my case, I know almost nothing. Yet I do have one area of expertise from which my own personal wisdom floweth. That being: I am an expert on BS. ...

| Jun 25, 2011

When every card’s a joker

Once — a dozen years or so ago — I yawned my way past a politician giving a “stump” speech to the early morning commuters at my station. In fact, I had to side-step him on the narrow walkway. Only then did I notice ...

| May 14, 2011

Questions that keep eating me

Here’s a short list of some of the questions I first heard in my early days in Japan, in the mid 1970s. “Can you eat sushi?” “How about natto?” “And have you ever tried salted squid guts?” (shiokara, in Japanese) The odd thing is ...

| Apr 23, 2011

Coming to proper terms

“You think you’ve got it rough?” says my wife. “How about me?” We are talking about identity. After 30 plus years in Japan, I have announced I am not sure what to call myself. This is unrelated to what I am called by others. ...

| Apr 9, 2011

You walked into this

We could all use a good laugh. The only question is what defines “good.” Below is a list of, ah, jokes. Now perhaps you will think . . . “Earthquake, tsunami, radiation . . . and now this! When will the disasters stop!?” But ...

| Mar 26, 2011

Measuring what has happened

This is supposed to be a humor column. But in the wake of thousands of dead, a coastline of crushed communities, the sinister threat of radioactive poisoning, and billions of dollars in losses, I feel challenged to find something funny to write about. Even ...

| Mar 19, 2011

When the big one hit

When the big one hit — at 2:46 p.m. on March 11 — I was trying to be funny. I was sitting in my office on the second floor of my home in Saitama, tapping away at the end of a draft for a ...