The Ottawan Hamster is older than most, He lives in the city but was born on the coast; His stalk is as tall as an elephant’s eye The elephant in question being the size of a fly; He’s green as a daisy and round like a brick, If you look at his teeth,…
Good restaurants are usually hard to find, especially if you’re looking for some that have successfully mimicked the flavors of the west, from the gravamen to the bone itself. If you’ve been on the hunt and have come up empty handed, I’m here to reassure you to ‘look no further!’ In this article, I’ll…
I am fascinated by the music in my school. Every morning when I head into my JHS, there is an instrumental version of Danny Boy floating ethereally in the air (I have often joked that I can tell how late I am by whether he’s dead or if the pipes are still calling). I…
The HAJET book club met on Sunday September 4th to discuss our first book of the year, Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls by David Sedaris. This book is actually a group of essays,mostly from the point of view from the author and inspired by his own life. It was interesting that a few…
When I was flying back from England this month, I got to rewatch a film that I’d forgotten that I really, really like: Philomena. It made me sentimental, so I dug up a review of it that I wrote for a very different website, many moons ago. I was slightly trepidacious about…
The Bienvenant is one of the more modern species of ghosts, and possibly the first I ever personally encountered. They are largely benevolent, existing mostly to put at ease newcomers to their haunt. When I was twenty three, I moved to the city of Edinburgh and was welcomed by a downpour the likes…
I’ve done a few programmes like JET now; stuff where you’re in an unfamiliar environment, working in exotic locales (or, at least, more exotic than where you’d normally be) and generally away from the life you knew for quite a long period of time. Inevitably, people get misty-eyed and want to return. I always tell…
She took her shears from his hands, wiped the traces of dirt off the handle, and carefully put them down on the grass behind her. She lifted a broken piece of wood from out of her tomato patch, and carefully drew out two characters next to they boy’s name: å¤å±± “I am Furuyama-san….
I’ve been travelling a lot recently, and I had an epiphany at 3.00 am yesterday (or 11.00 am, depending which time zone you want to use), while into the 23rd hour of a 28-hour trip. The world is actually that little animatic map you get on planes. You know, the strange Windows 95-era rendering of…