Went to Mitsuwa today: ramen! You ever see a big fat hairy guy with a large unkempt beard eat noodles and broth? No, it's not pretty. Yes, it's yummy.
I have this thing where small children find me fascinating. I used to think it was a Santa thing, but it's pretty cross cultural. Small humans stare at me in various states of awe, bewilderment, fear, I don't really know what, usually to the chagrin of their parents.
Today's pair of kids were Japanese. I'd been enjoying their chatter with their parents next to us. I like the cadence of spoken Japanese, even if my attempts to understand it remain miserable at best. At the end of our meal, I realized the kids seemed to daring each other to get a closer look at the big scary guy; me.
Their mom was very cool, actually. Not put off by me in the least, she told her kids in English to say Hi, which they did and then burst into embarrassed giggling. Mom wanted them to say more to the friendly stranger, like "how are you" or something.
I dredged up some half remembered phrases and settled on the simplest one. "Genki desu ka," I said with false confidence, which sort of means "how are you." The kids didn't seem to notice, but the look of shocked surprise from mom was satisfying. Other nearby adults looked at me in disbelief.
She tried to get the kids to respond in kind, but they were done. The gist of it was "He said genki?!? Say genki desu. Say thank you. What you do say?"
I haven't even looked at Japanese in nearly a year. I really should apply myself to it again. As if to offer encouragement, the bookstore finally got in a copy of the first book in the "Japanese in MangaLand" series. I forked over $25 bucks for it. Nothing says commitment like cash. :p
I have this thing where small children find me fascinating. I used to think it was a Santa thing, but it's pretty cross cultural. Small humans stare at me in various states of awe, bewilderment, fear, I don't really know what, usually to the chagrin of their parents.
Today's pair of kids were Japanese. I'd been enjoying their chatter with their parents next to us. I like the cadence of spoken Japanese, even if my attempts to understand it remain miserable at best. At the end of our meal, I realized the kids seemed to daring each other to get a closer look at the big scary guy; me.
Their mom was very cool, actually. Not put off by me in the least, she told her kids in English to say Hi, which they did and then burst into embarrassed giggling. Mom wanted them to say more to the friendly stranger, like "how are you" or something.
I dredged up some half remembered phrases and settled on the simplest one. "Genki desu ka," I said with false confidence, which sort of means "how are you." The kids didn't seem to notice, but the look of shocked surprise from mom was satisfying. Other nearby adults looked at me in disbelief.
She tried to get the kids to respond in kind, but they were done. The gist of it was "He said genki?!? Say genki desu. Say thank you. What you do say?"
I haven't even looked at Japanese in nearly a year. I really should apply myself to it again. As if to offer encouragement, the bookstore finally got in a copy of the first book in the "Japanese in MangaLand" series. I forked over $25 bucks for it. Nothing says commitment like cash. :p