I saw Lost in Translation today, I was quite proud of myself for being able to catch bits and pieces of the untranslated Japanese. See, watching all that anime recently has paid off! Although it isn’t too hard to translate basic stuff, like “How many years have you been in Japan” when the little old man was yelling at Bill Murray in the hospital.
Really, I felt all nostalgic, and I wished I could walk into a Pachinko parlor. And then I remembered that Pachinko parlors are noisy, lame, and annoying.
When I was walking home today, I noticed that the Korean/Japanese restaurant in my neighborhood has carefully saran wrapped the plastic food displays in its window. Which is good, I suppose, you don’t want your plastic food to get all dusty.