Tuesday, August 23, 2011
I am a Japanese Russian Jew with an Italian name, I love Black Southern fried chicken, I am an Anglophile, a lover of Greek philosophy, I buy gadgets made in China, used books from Jewish-owned stores, drive a German car, and as of late I am obsessed with French cheese, women from India and the history of World War II. What is your colorful American story?
Saturday, August 6, 2011
I met with my Japanese uncle today in Hawaii, who was part of the 442nd Infantry during World War II. He told me a story about when he carried a fellow dead soldier across a river in Italy, treading water. He could hear the voices of German soldiers in the distance as he dragged the body with a rope toward shore, as dead soldiers often had bombs buried beneath them. (More to follow in upcoming book)
Not only is Cleaner Nazi still insulting me about the stains on my dresses, now I notice more stains when I get them back. I'm no Monica Lewinsky, but I think he is! I thought it was a strange when I caught him trying on my spandex berka last week. Now I am afraid of what he has done to my kimono bathing suit, which has been in the family for generations. Am I wrong to say to him, "No more Suits for you! "
I plan to cook a lot this week, nothing like serenely spending time chopping garlic, vegetables and inventing new recipes. Crispy and moist Cornish game hens filled with homemade stuffing glazed with olive oil and a tangy orange marinade one night followed by fried salmon, sweet onions and stir fried mushrooms the next. What do you plan to cook? Ono:)
It is a pathetic historical tragedy how people and groups still "choose" to use hate against others as a mechanism for power and greed. By God, when will we all stand up and say "No more"? We can begin by using our voting power in the 2012 elections and through every action that we have the courage to take, and every injustice that we refuse to ignore.
After stalking Woody Allen now for five years, traveling from San Francisco to wherever he was, and even making a voodoo doll of Soon Yi, I have given up. It is just not happening soon yi enough for mi! I am demolished, heartbroken, I cry in my borsht while wearing my belt. Who thinks I am hotter and funnier than "Not-Soon-Yi-Gone-Yet?" Aren't Japanese Jews funnier than Koreans?
A homeless veteran asked me today if he could have money to buy food. I was once told by someone, "Never give the homeless money, they will only spend it on alcohol." If anyone deserves a drink, it's a homeless vet, for crying out loud. I respect people not for the money they have or don't have, but for their character and service. If he buys a bottle of wine with my $5.00, I will toast him in spirit by moonlight:)