The morning we left for Izu, Haruki was like, “I don’t want to become my mother,” she said. In the first couple of years of our marriage, I would’ve been like “The fuck is her problem? Every time we get ready to do something, you start acting brand new….” I would’ve suggested that we not go, that it’s a lot less stressful to not do a goddamn thing. I don’t want to become my father. The fight against the inevitable …
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Back from a two-day stay at an Izu Shimoda beach resort, where American Commodore Mathew Perry and his “black ships” demanded that Japan open its ports or there’d be a war of cannons versus bows and arrows. The year was July 8, 1853. Izu was the point from which western dominance spread like a super nova. America’s giant imperialistic balls were swelling. Japan got up in their feelings about the foreign invasion. Before Perry, Japan had closed itself off to …
After finishing her first semester of school, Kantra’s out for the summer. It’s me and her again. It’s like she went away to college and moved back home. She likes to tell me what to do and talk a lot. This morning I was talking to Haruki about Uncle Tom’s Cabin. My friend sent me this article. I didn’t know about the plays and how that book was weaponized. “White girl? What did the black girl do?” Kantra asked. “Did …
“Let me tell you something child, you are the fifth secretary I’ve had in two weeks. The last boy I had came in here and tried to practice on me. He didn’t know to work that machine.” Permanently crouched over, Mrs. Kirby pointed to the computer like it’s some kind of frozen alien, liable to start moving at any time. “Do you know how to work that machine cause I don’t mess with that thing there. I don’t know nothing …
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