December 10th, 2006

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hanashimashita o nan dayo...?

I went to the Nihon Club dinner tonight, since it was at my favorite Japanese restaurant (Inakaya on St. Andrews, for you Columbians). It was sorta painful. The person who originally invited me wound up at the last minute having a job interview in Texas, so I didn't know any of the people there except one of my senseis from a previous semester. The level of social competence among the students was... well, maybe it was what you'd expect for an academic club. Painful.

I spent most of the time talking with my sensei from my last Japanese class, Yoko-san. And I found it kinda flattering that at one point I gave her a bewildered look and said "... wakarimasen?" (I don't know?) - and she blinked, apologized, and said she didn't realize she was speaking Japanese to me. My vocabulary: unfortunately, sharply limited. My inflection and pronunciation? Damn good for a gaijin.

At one point most of our table started talking about the JET program and similar exchange programs that allow you to live in Japan, and I mentioned that, were I a traditional student, I would certainly love to do that, but having a business to run here, it's impossible, since I wouldn't have a business anymore when I got back. And, I swear to god, Yoko-sensei said that I should take a girl in from the Japanese equivalent of JET, that brings native Japanese over here.

Note: not "someone", "a girl". She said this in great seriousness. Not like, haha, white man got Yellow fever, or haha, let's see if I can make you blush. More like, hey, Jim-san, you'd really make some nice Japanese girl a great catch. Talk about being taken off guard? All I could really do was blink.

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Pride FC in Vegas: wtf was Coleman *thinking*...?

I just got done watching Pride FC's debut in America at Las Vegas. First of all, boo to the Las Vegas athletic commission - quit watering down the fucking rules; it's just not the same sport without strikes to downed opponents. But second of all, seriously, Mark Coleman needs to retire already. Mark has been a big name in MMA for a long time, and he's a big powerful brute of a ground-and-pounder. But it's time he gets the fuck out of the game and STAYS out.

There's no shame in getting the living hell beat out of you by Fedor Emilianenko. It's just what Fedor does. Just another day in his office. But what was that bullshit with Mark bringing his two young daughters (ages approximately seven and nine) BACK into the arena before he even got out of the ring, after such a brutal beating? They didn't need to see him in the condition he was in, we didn't need the spectacle of two little girls under ten crying heartbrokenly because their daddy just got the everloving shit kicked out of him, and Fedor sure as hell didn't deserve to have to deal with them seeing him as the monster that hurt their daddy.

Given that they were there, I'm glad Coleman at least took them to say hello to Fedor and told them repeatedly that Fedor wasn't a bad man. But that whole disgusting scene should never have happened at all. That was not okay for two little girls who clearly aren't prepared to deal with what their daddy does for a living, it wasn't okay for his competitor, and it frankly was not okay for the sport as a whole.

Don't come back, Coleman. You aren't getting any younger, the sport has evolved beyond your skillset, and you're becoming a disgrace. Just don't come back.

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