I had a run in with the neighbor who lives in the plantation house next to us. The one with the fake chimney. From the outside you see a chimney. Odd. There is a window under it. Alas, it's only a decoration. A decoration chimney. They also have columns and a single tree they must replant every year because it keeps dying on them.
The husband saw me one morning a few weeks ago. I mentioned the translation he asked me to do and said, sorry I couldn't do a better job (just being nice, gee). He says, well, you don't have any konjou 根性がない. I'm sorry but that is an extremely rude remark to make. Konjou is like guts, or nerve or balls. I felt not unlike Michale J Fox in "Back to the Future" being called a chicken. This neighbor guy (and he's short too), he keeps coming over with all these translations he wants me to do...for free! He hasn't a clue how much it would cost to hire someone. It would cost a damned lot. Ass.
So he said he wanted me to find a male translator because they would do it right. I smiled and said, sure. I went home and beat a pillow. Ass.
Also, I like whales a lot. I like Japan a lot. But I really like whales, and I don't get this.
You hear everyone talk about "it's our culture, we've been doing this since the beginning of time". Huh? I have yet to meet one Japanese person who thinks whale is tasty, who buys it, who defends this. And yet in a pinch -- when I start getting heated about it -- they'll say, "it's our culture, we've been doing this since the beginning of time."
Leave the whales alone already, yesh. I mean didn't we learn anything from Star Trek Four, The Voyage Home?
Live long and prosper.