Portrait Photo Sendai
雪舞う夜に
モデル jnkさん
i lived in sendai once
after almost five years of service the knife I bought in a little hobby store in Sendai, Japan is on its last little leg
Hey y'all remember this photo?

The saxophonist is Big Jay McNeely, who died on Sept. 16th 2018 at the age of 91. He was a crucial part of LA’s postwar R&B explosion and helped lay the foundation for rock and roll.
In May 1953, Ebony magazine reported, “A young white lad got so hepped up over Big Jay’s music that he jumped out of a balcony onto the main floor, where he miraculously landed without hurting himself and went into a riotous dance.”
if only a heart could be as white as snow
if only a heart could be as white as snow
All Heaven and Earth
Flowered white obliterate…
Snow…unceasing snow
Hashin
Translation: Peter Beilenson
(image:uizapuia.wordpress)
the point isn’t that braids = nazis the point is that photos of braids and white women and children in rural European settings alongside posts about how white people in Europe are being replaced intentionally by (((someone))) PAINTS A BROAD PORTRAIT of someone with opinions typical of a certain manifestation of a certain kind of right-wing political and even theological philosophy

I can’t lie, I really want to learn Japanese AND Russian
but I can barely manage learning one language
Yeah English is hard
I tried learning Japanese once… the Kanji alphabet has like 1300 distinct characters… I think I memorized, like… eleven of them
No. 139
This is a page from my shitty comic book that I’ve presented here completely out of context because I was struck unexpectedly by its memory just now.
The text in panels two and three is an almost verbatim quote from the HR director who hired me to teach English in Japan. The expression and the hand gesture in the third panel mirrors the way he was looking at me when he said it.
He had taken me out to coffee to see how I was doing and to try to encourage me not to be too hard on myself, and said among other things that I would certainly notice that there was a certain personality type that excelled at that school but I should not be too worried about that and should rather focus on figuring out how I would contribute in my own way, and he assured me that God wanted me there, and told me about how sometimes they thought God wanted someone there but something would happen and they wouldn’t get hired or something would get in the way, but I was there, and God put me there, and they wanted me there, and so on.
He was the one to fire me, too, a couple weeks after that conversation. I don’t know whose decision it was to fire me but as the head of HR it was his job to pass on the news.
He called God “Papa” when he prayed and I always hated that.
You think I’d leave my gold in a locked safe buried underground where anyone can find it?
You don’t know me at all.