Archive for March 2004

Sucking face

Not quite overheard, but "oversaw" just kinda sounds funny.

So the other day I’m sitting at a red light that is taking particularly long to change. To pass the time, the couple in the car behind me proceeds with a vigorous face sucking. Hello, windows! And not even tinted (not like it would have helped). At least they’d stop every so often to check the status of the light, then proceed with more face suckage.

I was gonna link to some article about people who have a tendency to pick their noses while driving because they think others can’t see them through their car windows. Alas, Google is failing me.

Japanese fetish

Is anyone else curious as to why this generation[1] seems to have an abnormal fascination with all things Japanese? For example, Rob’s list of life accomplishments probably has “bagged a Japanese girlfriend” as a prominent bullet. Hube’s anime DVD and DivX collection would put most libraries and rental stores to shame. Matt, Ernest, and Colin are all teaching English in Japan right now. Terry’s childhood dream is to live in Japan. Modern day western cinema is filled with Japanese-themed/inspired films, as witnessed by movies such as The Matrix trilogy, Lost in Translation, The Last Samurai, and Kill Bill. In the online comic world, MegaTokyo is inexplicably a perennial favourite.

This phenomenon doesn’t seem to be limited to gender[2], race, marital status, country of birth (there were FOBs – sorry, "new Canadians" – in my class that were similarly enamoured with the Japanese), etc. I know I’m certainly not exempt.

Which I think is all slightly odd, considering past events such as The Rape of Nanking and Pearl Harbor. I suppose though, that this generation has never really been much for the whole idea of holding people accountable for the mistakes of their elders[3]. Which is fine, but that still begs the question, why Japan?

Is it that Japanese people as a whole are more physically attractive? After all, babies will gaze at and smile more at physically attractive people. Heck, even chickens prefer attractive humans. So it would almost make sense if Japanese people on the whole were more attractive than everyone else. I don’t think that’s true though, they have more than their fair share of the butt ugly.

Ok, so maybe they’re just smarter? After all, smart people are usually well liked too. Don’t think that can be proved conclusively though. Sure, the Japanese are good at making gadgets and electronics, but by the same token, Germans are good at making cars, the French make good food, and so forth. Yet the Japanese are the ones that enjoy a much higher level of preferential treatment.

<shrug> Any ideas?

[1] For the sake of argument, let’s say the current 16 to 34 year old demographic, give or take on either side.

[2] Though if push came to shove, I’d admit that it does tend to be the geekier, predominantly male crowd that is more inclined to like all things Japanese. It must be a fascination with the whole tentacle monster thing.

[3] Though perhaps it’s not so much a generation/age related thing, but has more to do with the affluence of the society. Those surrounded by material things don’t really have the time or energy to cling to the past. Their hatred never ends up being passed down to the next generation. "Je me souviens" indeed.

It’s just so surreal.

Found the mp3 of the song mentioned in the last post. It’s all mine, and your woman too.

Smooth, real smooth.

Let me preface this entry by saying I know next to nothing when it comes to music. My musical tastes could probably best be described as, I dunno… girly[1]. I think I know enough to recognize funny situations though, as I’ll explain.

The “Chief Email Officer” at work (we call him the CEO), likes an assortment of what I’ll call dance/trance/jungle/electronica/etc. Basically samples played every so often between weird synthesizer-ish, artificial rhythms. The funniest example is from this one time we were in his car on the way to lunch. Bunch of beats… pause… then a sample of some guy saying, “IT’S ALL MINE…. AND YOUR WOMAN TOO”… more beats… pause… lather, rinse, repeat.

The “Close Talker” at work (I only call her that because she has a tendency to invade my personal bubble when asking questions) really likes Jamiroquai. Her desktop background always has that strangely feminine looking “buffalo man” logo, that kinda looks like the FreeBSD daemon. Kinda.

Anyway, apparently there’s some concert coming up in Toronto, that both the CEO and the Close Talker are excited about. They were yammering about it, when the President of the company walks by and asks what they’re talking about. The CEO explains, “Oh, see, Gloria and I like the same kind of music, and we’re just really excited about this Jamiroquai concert in Toronto.” There’s a pause, then the President goes, “I’m going to see Nickelback with my daughter next week” (at this point, the whole office goes quiet and tumbleweeds roll by).

[1] I won’t even bother listing selections from my CD and MP3 collections. You’d only roll your eyes.