So Steve and I went to the Japanese market the other day and something happened in my brain. Not the same thing that happens when I go to Anthropologie and that thing happens where my frontal lobe goes soft and gently, oh so gently, it becomes okay to be a 30-something white woman whose only true aspirations in life are to have bigger diamonds, a bigger SUV and a full-time housekeeper (and she shall be called Mah-reeeee-ah.)
No, not that feeling. In the Japanese market, my brain felt like over-blow-dried curly hair. It felt hot with a slight singe of burning tresses. I was alive, Internet. Alive! Suddenly, I knew that I alone would eliminate evil with nothing more than a lunch box and a mechanical pencil topped with a unicorn-shaped eraser.
There were thousands of tiny magnets, including some shaped like Russian nesting dolls. RUSSIAN NESTING DOLLS!
Row after row of writing utensils
[Imagine a picture here of an aisle of pencils. I was taking pictures with my phone, and for whatever reason, my phone took a picture too large to email. Kyocera is Taiwanese for Krazy!]
More cute stickers?
How can stickers be cuter than tiny Chiuaua stickers?!?
And there was this mug, of which I couldn’t get a good picture
But it says, Let’s Have Your Happy Time Under the Blue Sky. I don’t know about you, but I love having my happy time under the blue sky.
I would have gotten that mug, but it was too tiny and I’d already gotten a new teacup at the Japanese store in San Diego.
C’est l’heurle de the?
Toujours!
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January 5, 2009 at 9:10 am
Kristen
No, no, no. You don’t want Mah-reeee-ah. You want Juana. She’s much better with the dusting and the giving head to the husband when he wants it and also she doesn’t pee in the house. She goes outside with the dog which I think is Very Respectful of her.
That Mah-reeee-ah doesn’t know her place if you ask me.
January 5, 2009 at 9:14 am
Kiala
Shouldn’t it be, “l’heure”?
I only took eight years of french, so what do I know?
Those crazy Japans.
January 5, 2009 at 9:25 am
k8
I want some cute stickers.
January 5, 2009 at 9:28 am
melissalion
Crissy: I have so much to learn.
KK: I KNOW! I wrote huere, and then I looked at the mug and it was huerle. And then I was going to look up the thing on the internet and something shiny caught my eye. I think it was tinsel. And pretty. But we’re right and Japan is wrong.
K8: Cute stickers also live in our hearts.
January 5, 2009 at 9:35 am
Nathalie
You’re cute. Which Japanese market was it? I like the big one on S.E. 82nd that has the delicious bakery in it. They have this croissant thing with hot dogs in it that makes my knees weak.
January 5, 2009 at 9:35 am
ken
japan is such an interesting country… all that cuteness, and all that crazy-assed porn.
January 5, 2009 at 9:56 am
apollocreed
Let’s Have Your Happy Time Under the Blue Sky
That should be the name of a Chinese restaurant.
January 5, 2009 at 11:29 am
CamiKaos
I’m in need of some blue sky happy time…
Gee, I hope that’s not code for something.
January 5, 2009 at 11:36 am
V.
Headed right now under the happy blue sky to the Japanese market near me.
Will also be my hair get curly as has your hairs?
January 5, 2009 at 10:11 pm
Kathryn
I have to go to school tomorrow and walk nine blocks in between classes. Feel sorry for me.
January 6, 2009 at 2:35 pm
heidenangst
“Kiala Says:
Shouldn’t it be, “l’heure”?”
- maybe there’s a Japanese version of French kind of like engrish???
January 6, 2009 at 11:17 pm
Rachael
Ooh.. the place on 82nd is more SE Asian, not to be confused with Japanese although they do carry some Japanese products.
Hiroshi’s Anzen is the “local” guy. Nice fellow and has been serving Portland nikuman (steamed pork buns) and anpan (sweet bean filled buns) since Jesus was a corporal.
Uwajimaya (oo-wah-gee-ma-ya) is the Borders of Japanese stores..
I know where to get the yum-yumiest Japanese food in Portland.. and sometimes it is from my own kitchen. Happy me!
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