Monday, November 25, 2013
This cartoon courtesy of Kenka, 25 St. Marks Place, NYC, which is a pretty snazzy joint if you're ever in the mood for Japanese student food (and free self-spun cotton candy afterwards). It was one of those five Vietnamese girl meetups with the one loney Westerner guy. They come from all over and hardly ever get to meet up, yet they would simultaneously stop their yammering (like hitting the Stop button on a tape recorder) and pull out their phones every five minutes. Not even for the manditory food photos, but to check their facebook updates. Total silence and glazed faces. Hey girls, maybe take a look around at the people you're with? Do that later maybe? If at all? No? Ok, give me a second...
Sorry, I was just shaking my fists at Steve Jobs' ghost, as I often do.
Friday, November 22, 2013
The yucky female adventure continues. I don't know the cultural references for this one. The Westerners will get feint and go for a quick lie down. Jenny doesn't get it. At all. I know, because she said "I don't get it." I said "what's the red?" She didn't know. I spelled the whole thing out for her. She said "Why so much blood? That's silly (SILLY has that hugely negative connotation in Vinenglish--too shamefully stupid)." I guess I exaggerated too much--though not with the floating toy boat. That is real.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
So, drug stores in Vietnam. SO not like the ones in America. You can't get cheeze-whizz, batteries, appliances, gum, foot-massagers, reading glasses, connect four, toys and tea strainers in Vietnam without going to separate stores (or, usually, a guy on the street selling out of a metal booth). And the drugs themselves...one advil thins the blood, relieves headaches, lowers fever, and tucks you into bed with a kiss. In Vietnam, there is a single pill to combat each tiny symptom, so for a flu, you have an awful lot of pills for every ache, sniffle and puke. I'm guessing that they also have a low dosage, so you have to take a baggie three times per day. Or they just like selling lots of pills.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Actually, there is a whole book of topics that embarrass Westerners that Vietnamese are very up-front about. When meeting people for the first time, Vietnamese come right out and ask about each others' ages, whether or not they like manga, if they were bullied in high school, whether you were dumped by your first sweetheart or did the dumping...well, not most of that, but you get the idea.
Monday, November 18, 2013
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Saturday, November 2, 2013
The main gist: major household projects always begin when we are just about to go somewhere. Or when we are both starving, then in the middle of cooking she cleans some neglected corner of the apartment. And then we are both starving, angry and...well, one of us usually gets hurt. That one of us us ME.