Howdy

38 years old. Either start a blog or surrender to the inert state of oldism.

I scheduled a few days off from my teaching for the Japanese O-Bon holiday, and spent most of day one decompressing with my clan. Now is as good as any time to join the blogger-verse. I'm up in my comfortable apartement out in a rural suburb of Tokyo best known for carrot farms, son's watching Nickelodeon and battling with his Japanese and US action figures, wife's watching Korean media (recent fascination), NPR in the background. Oversized cup of Starbucks at hand.

We've been teaching English language and culture to local kids for 3 years, here. I quit my other jobs and made our school my full-time occupation last year.

All reading has been put on hold while I finish Dude, Where's My Country?
How long could it take?
Well, for a single guy, probably an afternoon or two. For me, two weeks.
I'm typically a lazy reader. I take forever to finish books. I usually read 3-to-5 books at a time, swap out the lineup, go back over portions again and again, and have very little free time for reading.
But some books get the priority rush:
Lord of the Rings, because it was so interesting.
The Pentateuch, as a neccesity of endurance.
Comic books, because they're so darned much fun.

But Michael Moore's Dude, Where's My Country?, I have to finish this as soon as possible because it is just so very depressing. Most of the contents should not be news to anyone half-awake or over the age of 12 (no offense to anyone under the age of 12 or in a coma), but the details of so much of what WE have allowed to continue to be "wrong with the world" are highly NEED-TO-KNOW. It may be the most important book of it's kind I've read since Silent Spring. If you don't like Mr. Bush & Co, you might give it a look so as not to blather-on, half-informed making the rest of our camp look ingorant. Otherwise, read it just to make sure you're ready for the prepared arguments comming your way.