But, overall, it's a positive site, and I've been really surprised that all the entries I've put up so far have gotten at least one correction. I think there are higher proportions of native Japanese and English speakers on the site, just because entries in those languages seem to get corrected the most and the fastest, but I've also gotten good corrections in Spanish and French. It takes some searching, but there are also some really good (even incisive) articles about cultural differences, idioms, and just everyday experiences that are not so typical for everybody. Recent favorites: An entry complaining about how American public restrooms are inferior to Japanese public restrooms (no washlets!), and someone who asked what the phrase "jizz in my pants" means. . . he heard it on Youtube. O_o
So. . .I'll try to keep correcting and posting there regularly, and I shall learn what I can learn. :P
Things I have learned/re-learned this week (or, evidence that this blog is all about me, and not about what anyone else might actually want to read, because this is just a public post-it to myself. I lose notebooks.)
Something I've realized: Having really good breakfast sausage as a child has spoiled me for all other sausage for life. Why? First of all, breakfast sausage uses straight-up ground pork. Sure, it's high fat (mmmmm fat), but it's not the remains of anything else. It's high-quality pork. This translates into juicy and delicious like a hamburger, instead of dry, salty, and hard, like pepperoni. Secondly, a quick review of online recipes confirms: Breakfast sausage has only mild and delicious seasonings, such as sage, marjoram, pepper, a little more pepper, cloves, brown sugar, and salt. (This might be a bit off from the family recipe, but I don't feel like digging through my mom's recipe box right now.) (Note: I didn't realize until yesterday that what I consider normal sausage is known to the rest of the world as "breakfast sausage.")
Good things: The discovered photography of Vivian Maier. Awesome Chicago-area street photographer from 1950s to the 1990s. How wonderful are these pictures? Pretty damn wonderful, that's how.