Tags: Pizza Writ
Friday, June 26
To step outside my comfortable habits today I ventured to the basement of the dorm. Once I had descended I found that the pizza had been pludered already and as a consolation I was offered a s'mores cone though the offerer maintained an unconsciously irritated look, a consequence of the shortage of pizza and of other's inability to cure this. As I reached for a napkin, a man asked me if I was American (to which I replied the obvious) and what I had written on my hand. In fact I had writ "たてがき" which is the japanese vertical script
I would love to say I was fully aware and had heard the last part of his question as I could have replied "Tategaki". . .
If I ever cease trying I will have failed myself more than any of these small blunders ever will