moshi moshi?

Damn! Hoy fue un dia excelente. After holing myself up in the flat for the past 72-some hours to churn out my last non-thesis report, I finally emerged from the building and went beyond the twenty-metre radius. Rewarded myself with an unplanned book-spree. I intended to delve into some sci-fi, particularly Le Guin and Ballard. Instead, I left with Barthes' Mythologies and a selection of Japanese writers - Banana Yoshimoto, Yukio Mishima, and Haruki Murakami. I've waited too long to read Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World.

Banana.

Could you imagine the scolding? Some petite, fifty-year-old Japanese lady screaming the name across a field or a supermarket in that staccato Japanese accent. Ba-NA-nah! (Followed by an array of words I can't even begin to transliterate).

What a great name. I think I'm going to name my first dog Banana. And my cat, Kiwi. Or Coconut.