Hey 2012.
Just a few things on how to be awesome. First, some general points:
1. Try not to be a dick with the natural disasters. 2011 REALLY messed that up in an epic fashion. We're still recovering from those and we don't need more to deal with.
2. Get that global economy back on track. It'd be nice.
3. America kind of sucks right now, can you make it suck less? I know 2011 kinda screwed us over with the batshit crazy GOP presidential candidates and a sitting president who's less than hopey-changey these days, but you can do better.
4. Take advantage of that whole Mayan calendar ending thing. "The world will end as we know it." That's not a terrible thing, because the world as I know it isn't full of rainbows and bunnies and Nyan cats.
5. Keep the internet memes coming.
Personal points:
1. Related to the America-sucking-less point, I need Japan to suck less as well. I'd like to live there for a while longer without wanting to gaijin smash everything.
2. 2011 gave me all these great new wonderful people in my life. Keep that up, I like having funny kids in class and people to see on the weekends.
3. My family is happy and healthy. My friends are happy and healthy. I'm happy and healthy. Keep that up.
4. 2011 was a Rabbit year and I did all right, but 2012 is a Dragon year and that's kind of frightening. Make sure it doesn't eat me alive.
5. More j-boys. Sandaime J Soul Brothers is like the best thing ever, thanks to 2011. Top that.
And just so you're not alone in this, here are some things I'm going to strive for:
1. Pass JLPT N3 and improve my Japanese all around.
2. Expand my social circle in Japan. And not at international mixers, those are terrible.
3. See, do, experience more. I want great memories and stories, not useless stuff.
Let's do it, 2012!
Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Aw, you think you're important?
I was never very keen on talking to complete strangers.
I had wanted to pick up Nothing to Envy: Ordinary Lives in North Korea by Barbara Demick, a book about the lives of some North Korean defectors, but they were out of stock. My mentioning the country was apparently some random woman's cue to start talking to me.
"Oh you're interested in North Korea? Why is that?"
I thought it was kind of a dumb question considering who had just died, but I politely answered, "I moved to Japan and I'm trying to learn more about the politics of the region."
"I used to live in North Korea!"
"Oh, really? Are you a defector?"
Yesterday I was at Barnes and Noble, the only big chain bookstore left in America, asking about a book on North Korea. With Dear Leader's demise there's obviously been an increased interest in the country, and I've had my own interest piqued in both Koreas since moving to Japan. I've been reading more articles about the post-war friction between Japan and South Korea, particularly the tension surrounding the issue of comfort women, and I'm slowly collecting titles of books I want to read.
I had wanted to pick up Nothing to Envy: Ordinary Lives in North Korea by Barbara Demick, a book about the lives of some North Korean defectors, but they were out of stock. My mentioning the country was apparently some random woman's cue to start talking to me.
"Oh you're interested in North Korea? Why is that?"
I thought it was kind of a dumb question considering who had just died, but I politely answered, "I moved to Japan and I'm trying to learn more about the politics of the region."
"I used to live in North Korea!"
"Oh, really? Are you a defector?"
She gave me a coy smile. "Oh no, I lived there for four years. My husband was the head of the UN there. We used to have dinner with Kim Il-sung all the time. My husband used to be on TV every night and people would recognize him and think he was a god, since he was seen with Kim Il-sung."
About then was when I reached my maximum bullshit level for the day, so I politely excused myself. I tried to find a list of UN people in hopes of finding a photo or something but I couldn't, most likely because this woman was lying.
Supposing all your claims are true, random lady from Barnes and Noble, do you really think I care about your husband's former title? Did you want a gold star sticker for all the wine you had to drink and food you had to eat at Mr. Kim's table while his Communist regime allowed his own people to starve to death? Did you or your husband ever do anything to try to alleviate the suffering of everyday citizens? Do you care that most people there are brainwashed into thinking the entire Kim family are immortal gods who control the weather? Do you even care about some of the horrific things that are written in the very book I was asking about?
About then was when I reached my maximum bullshit level for the day, so I politely excused myself. I tried to find a list of UN people in hopes of finding a photo or something but I couldn't, most likely because this woman was lying.
Supposing all your claims are true, random lady from Barnes and Noble, do you really think I care about your husband's former title? Did you want a gold star sticker for all the wine you had to drink and food you had to eat at Mr. Kim's table while his Communist regime allowed his own people to starve to death? Did you or your husband ever do anything to try to alleviate the suffering of everyday citizens? Do you care that most people there are brainwashed into thinking the entire Kim family are immortal gods who control the weather? Do you even care about some of the horrific things that are written in the very book I was asking about?
Obviously it doesn't matter how many titles you acquire in your lifetime, you can still be a complete idiot. Nonetheless, thank you random lady for reaffirming the advice my mother gave me as a child: don't talk to strangers.
They might make you that much dumber for having to talk to them.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Things the Japanese Do: Go to the Doctor for Everything
I was the unfortunate victim of food poisoning this past Wednesday. Dinner came back up the way it went down at about 2:30am and I spent the rest of the night running to the bathroom. I didn't get much rest and I certainly didn't feel good, but I also knew skipping work the next day would be pretty bad. I got through my Thursday classes, slept a good 12 hours that night, and still wasn't 100% better today but I got through it.
I didn't go to the doctor since I knew what made me sick and I doubt any doctor could give you medicine to cure food poisoning. I took some good ol' Pepto-Bismol, tried to keep hydrated, and didn't have any problems.
This is generally what we do in America when we get sick - self-diagnose and medicate with over-the-counter drugs. If you've got the sniffles and a cough, you take some Dayquil to survive the workday, eat some soup when you get home and go to bed early. If you're still sick after a while or you get worse, then you go to the doctor. If you're prone to getting sick in certain ways and already know what the doctor's going to tell you since you've been there a million times before with the same thing, you skip going altogether and treat yourself unless you need a prescription.
I can think of a few female friends who have been prone to urinary tract infections. Maybe their moms or sisters got them a lot, too, so it's not necessarily something they can always avoid and the infections just sort of happen. They drink a lot of fluids, namely cranberry juice, and maybe buy a bottle of cranberry pills. It's not a big deal and they know at what point they should visit the doctor, if ever.
It's very different, and not necessarily better, in Japan. People go to the doctor for every little thing in this country. The first time I wore glasses to work my manager asked why I was wearing them, and I told her my eyes felt a little dry so I decided to skip wearing contacts. I suppose she immediately assumed my eyes were going to fall out of my head and asked me three times if I needed to go to the doctor.
One of my coworkers went to the doctor last week and I'm still not convinced they needed to. They were fine the night before when I left work, but still somehow needed to take half a day off the next day came in looking perfectly fine at 2pm. Did I mention I went to work half dead after puking and pooing my brains out the night before? Another coworker once went to the doctor for a headache and came to work 2 hours later. If I did that back home I'm pretty sure the doctor would tell me to go get some aspirin and laugh about it with the nurses.
Having a fever is also the ultimate kiss of death in this country. If you have a fever, you NEED TO SEE A DOCTOR NOW. Back home, I'd probably take some ibuprofen and drink more water. You can call in sick with a fever and be left alone, but if you have any other sort of severe symptoms like having lost your voice or body aches you better be at work or school. Kids come to class with all sorts of disgusting sicknesses going on, but if they have a fever moms will keep them at home as if that were the only legitimate reason to do so.
I realize part of this attitude comes from the fact that the Japanese have this great nationalized healthcare system (paying to see a doctor? PSH we don't do that here) and there are tons of little private practices all over the place. In my neighborhood alone, there are a bunch of chiropractors, pediatricians, and dentists, and there are at least two women's clinics within reasonable walking distance; there's also an English-speaking doctor on the other side of my station. If you don't like a doctor at one clinic, you can try a bunch of other clinics in a relatively small area until you find one you like. Even in a comparable metropolitan area in the US, it's just not as easy to get to a doctor's office and you're kinda stuck with whoever your insurance allows you to see. Why would you go to the doctor in America? You're better off diagnosing yourself and drinking 10 bottles of cranberry juice.
I haven't been to the doctor yet since coming here, although by Japanese standards I'm sure I've had a few episodes that warranted a trip. Maybe I'll call out the next time I have a headache.
I didn't go to the doctor since I knew what made me sick and I doubt any doctor could give you medicine to cure food poisoning. I took some good ol' Pepto-Bismol, tried to keep hydrated, and didn't have any problems.
The best things in life are pink~
This is generally what we do in America when we get sick - self-diagnose and medicate with over-the-counter drugs. If you've got the sniffles and a cough, you take some Dayquil to survive the workday, eat some soup when you get home and go to bed early. If you're still sick after a while or you get worse, then you go to the doctor. If you're prone to getting sick in certain ways and already know what the doctor's going to tell you since you've been there a million times before with the same thing, you skip going altogether and treat yourself unless you need a prescription.
I can think of a few female friends who have been prone to urinary tract infections. Maybe their moms or sisters got them a lot, too, so it's not necessarily something they can always avoid and the infections just sort of happen. They drink a lot of fluids, namely cranberry juice, and maybe buy a bottle of cranberry pills. It's not a big deal and they know at what point they should visit the doctor, if ever.
It's very different, and not necessarily better, in Japan. People go to the doctor for every little thing in this country. The first time I wore glasses to work my manager asked why I was wearing them, and I told her my eyes felt a little dry so I decided to skip wearing contacts. I suppose she immediately assumed my eyes were going to fall out of my head and asked me three times if I needed to go to the doctor.
One of my coworkers went to the doctor last week and I'm still not convinced they needed to. They were fine the night before when I left work, but still somehow needed to take half a day off the next day came in looking perfectly fine at 2pm. Did I mention I went to work half dead after puking and pooing my brains out the night before? Another coworker once went to the doctor for a headache and came to work 2 hours later. If I did that back home I'm pretty sure the doctor would tell me to go get some aspirin and laugh about it with the nurses.
Having a fever is also the ultimate kiss of death in this country. If you have a fever, you NEED TO SEE A DOCTOR NOW. Back home, I'd probably take some ibuprofen and drink more water. You can call in sick with a fever and be left alone, but if you have any other sort of severe symptoms like having lost your voice or body aches you better be at work or school. Kids come to class with all sorts of disgusting sicknesses going on, but if they have a fever moms will keep them at home as if that were the only legitimate reason to do so.
"Suck it up, Timmy! Time to go to English school!"
I realize part of this attitude comes from the fact that the Japanese have this great nationalized healthcare system (paying to see a doctor? PSH we don't do that here) and there are tons of little private practices all over the place. In my neighborhood alone, there are a bunch of chiropractors, pediatricians, and dentists, and there are at least two women's clinics within reasonable walking distance; there's also an English-speaking doctor on the other side of my station. If you don't like a doctor at one clinic, you can try a bunch of other clinics in a relatively small area until you find one you like. Even in a comparable metropolitan area in the US, it's just not as easy to get to a doctor's office and you're kinda stuck with whoever your insurance allows you to see. Why would you go to the doctor in America? You're better off diagnosing yourself and drinking 10 bottles of cranberry juice.
I haven't been to the doctor yet since coming here, although by Japanese standards I'm sure I've had a few episodes that warranted a trip. Maybe I'll call out the next time I have a headache.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Food for Thought
Reader beware: this is going to be a WALL-O-TEXT post.
In my last super awesome Disney Sea post I mentioned that I'm not a very reactive person. I try not to let things in my life bother me and can generally roll with the punches. However now that I'm older and have full voting rights, I find myself more interested in American social issues and politics and BOY CAN I GET WORKED UP OVER STUPID STUFF. Every once in a while I tweet something ridiculous some politician or another says about a marginalized group, abortion, religion, the president (who I helped vote into office), etc. I have pet causes that I can rant about *forever* and some things I shamefully have little to no understanding of, but I try to keep up.
One of my pet subjects is food. I became interested in some issues in food politics while working at a restaurant headed by a fairly big-name chef in Hawaii. Chef makes very conscious and vocal efforts to promote local agriculture (he tries to use as many locally grown products as possible on his menus) and occasionally brought up government policies that affect the industry. He'd talk about how new safety regulations make it harder for the smaller farms to get their products in stores while not making much improvement in the safety of the products; how Hawaii imports 80% of its food supply and that adds to our dependence on oil; all kinds of stuff I had never thought about. I hate to admit that I actually learned useful things from those torturous Sunday afternoon meetings at the restaurant, but I did.
I started reading a few more articles online or in the newspaper - things I wouldn't have even looked at before. Public school lunches became a big deal around then, as the economy was going down the drain and education budgets were being cut all over the country. You can only get rid of so many art classes and computer labs before you're forced into cutting the budget for school lunch programs. I started reading Fed Up with Lunch: The School Lunch Project, partly out of nostalgia for school lunch (which I only ate in high school, but still) and partly because of the reactions the readers and the writer, an elementary school teacher using the pseudonym Mrs. Q, had to what was being served.
Most of her posts back then consisted of a few photos of that day's lunch and commentary, varying from how the kids liked it to how she absolutely could not stomach it and threw it up as soon as she got home. Allow me to be an obnoxious hipster for a moment and say that I started reading her blog before she "made it" and was all over CNN and got a book deal and all of that. She'd give bits of information about her school and the student population - most of the kids in her classroom participated in free or reduced school lunch programs and for all she knew this was the only "good" meal they'd get all day. Mrs. Q would post link to articles on lunch programs, education legislation across America, how artificial ingredients (dyes, sugars) affected student performance and behavior, and other related topics. I found her entire blog to be informative and well-rounded, and I was happy to see her blog mentioned around the internet. She was doing something good.
After she finished eating school lunch with the kids for a full school year, she went back to her normal diet. She talks more about what she buys at the supermarket, what she cooks for dinner, and how she manages to be gluten-free and dairy-free. She now posts photos of her homemade lunches and the daycare lunches she packs for her son, which is great food porn and maybe what public school lunch should become. She still links to great articles on everything related to school lunch, helping to further my study of food politics. Her blog has more than 5,000 followers, and to me that means she must still be doing *something* right.
But with all the changes, I think she's veered away from her original purpose (as I understood the original purpose) just a little too much. Mrs. Q writes more and more about her own diet, rather than what the kids are eating, and comes off with just a little bit more privilege than she did before. She recently came under attack from her readers for writing some harsh comments about a coworker at her school who made a habit of eating school breakfast without paying for it. The ethical questions she raised were fair, but she also made comments about that person's weight and diet that were judgmental and condescending. She was called out on it, and was SO SHOCKED that people were offended. I read all the posts in regard to her comments and cringed at most of the things she said, most notably her apology where she didn't apologize for anything, how she still stood by her comments about her coworker, and that she could not be bothered to be "politically correct" all the time. If you were still offended by the things she wrote, well you can just find another blog to read because she was just being honest and people who care about being PC are too sensitive and she's done talking about it. Oh and she joined an obesity council to make up for her atrocious comments, just to prove she doesn't think fat people are bad.
I don't know if you can see how my own writing got so much more vicious as that last paragraph went on, BUT THAT'S HOW MAD IT MADE ME. I respected her a lot for the attention she brought to the issue of school lunches and education budget cuts. The fact that people were reading her blog meant that maybe people were educating themselves like I was; maybe people would start to eat healthier and push for better funding in schools and make a difference and all that crap that I shouldn't be so naive to think would ever happen but I still do. Mrs. Q was leading the way and it was awesome!
It's a little less awesome now. I'll still check in from time to time, but I don't read the blog as often I used to read it anyway. I would've been okay with the weight and diet comments had she actually apologized for them rather than giving the "sorry if YOU were offended, but YOU took it the wrong way and I didn't do anything wrong" apology. I'm not sure I can deal with her comments about being politically correct, however. If you have a strong following, a book deal, and are speaking at national conferences, you have to err on the side of caution when you say things. Her indignant responses to being called out were epic in the worst way possible. If you make no concessions for your readers' feelings and why they're offended by your comments, why should you expect them to make any concessions for you?
Sorry this wasn't a fun post, I had to get that off my chest.
In my last super awesome Disney Sea post I mentioned that I'm not a very reactive person. I try not to let things in my life bother me and can generally roll with the punches. However now that I'm older and have full voting rights, I find myself more interested in American social issues and politics and BOY CAN I GET WORKED UP OVER STUPID STUFF. Every once in a while I tweet something ridiculous some politician or another says about a marginalized group, abortion, religion, the president (who I helped vote into office), etc. I have pet causes that I can rant about *forever* and some things I shamefully have little to no understanding of, but I try to keep up.
One of my pet subjects is food. I became interested in some issues in food politics while working at a restaurant headed by a fairly big-name chef in Hawaii. Chef makes very conscious and vocal efforts to promote local agriculture (he tries to use as many locally grown products as possible on his menus) and occasionally brought up government policies that affect the industry. He'd talk about how new safety regulations make it harder for the smaller farms to get their products in stores while not making much improvement in the safety of the products; how Hawaii imports 80% of its food supply and that adds to our dependence on oil; all kinds of stuff I had never thought about. I hate to admit that I actually learned useful things from those torturous Sunday afternoon meetings at the restaurant, but I did.
I started reading a few more articles online or in the newspaper - things I wouldn't have even looked at before. Public school lunches became a big deal around then, as the economy was going down the drain and education budgets were being cut all over the country. You can only get rid of so many art classes and computer labs before you're forced into cutting the budget for school lunch programs. I started reading Fed Up with Lunch: The School Lunch Project, partly out of nostalgia for school lunch (which I only ate in high school, but still) and partly because of the reactions the readers and the writer, an elementary school teacher using the pseudonym Mrs. Q, had to what was being served.
Most of her posts back then consisted of a few photos of that day's lunch and commentary, varying from how the kids liked it to how she absolutely could not stomach it and threw it up as soon as she got home. Allow me to be an obnoxious hipster for a moment and say that I started reading her blog before she "made it" and was all over CNN and got a book deal and all of that. She'd give bits of information about her school and the student population - most of the kids in her classroom participated in free or reduced school lunch programs and for all she knew this was the only "good" meal they'd get all day. Mrs. Q would post link to articles on lunch programs, education legislation across America, how artificial ingredients (dyes, sugars) affected student performance and behavior, and other related topics. I found her entire blog to be informative and well-rounded, and I was happy to see her blog mentioned around the internet. She was doing something good.
After she finished eating school lunch with the kids for a full school year, she went back to her normal diet. She talks more about what she buys at the supermarket, what she cooks for dinner, and how she manages to be gluten-free and dairy-free. She now posts photos of her homemade lunches and the daycare lunches she packs for her son, which is great food porn and maybe what public school lunch should become. She still links to great articles on everything related to school lunch, helping to further my study of food politics. Her blog has more than 5,000 followers, and to me that means she must still be doing *something* right.
But with all the changes, I think she's veered away from her original purpose (as I understood the original purpose) just a little too much. Mrs. Q writes more and more about her own diet, rather than what the kids are eating, and comes off with just a little bit more privilege than she did before. She recently came under attack from her readers for writing some harsh comments about a coworker at her school who made a habit of eating school breakfast without paying for it. The ethical questions she raised were fair, but she also made comments about that person's weight and diet that were judgmental and condescending. She was called out on it, and was SO SHOCKED that people were offended. I read all the posts in regard to her comments and cringed at most of the things she said, most notably her apology where she didn't apologize for anything, how she still stood by her comments about her coworker, and that she could not be bothered to be "politically correct" all the time. If you were still offended by the things she wrote, well you can just find another blog to read because she was just being honest and people who care about being PC are too sensitive and she's done talking about it. Oh and she joined an obesity council to make up for her atrocious comments, just to prove she doesn't think fat people are bad.
I don't know if you can see how my own writing got so much more vicious as that last paragraph went on, BUT THAT'S HOW MAD IT MADE ME. I respected her a lot for the attention she brought to the issue of school lunches and education budget cuts. The fact that people were reading her blog meant that maybe people were educating themselves like I was; maybe people would start to eat healthier and push for better funding in schools and make a difference and all that crap that I shouldn't be so naive to think would ever happen but I still do. Mrs. Q was leading the way and it was awesome!
It's a little less awesome now. I'll still check in from time to time, but I don't read the blog as often I used to read it anyway. I would've been okay with the weight and diet comments had she actually apologized for them rather than giving the "sorry if YOU were offended, but YOU took it the wrong way and I didn't do anything wrong" apology. I'm not sure I can deal with her comments about being politically correct, however. If you have a strong following, a book deal, and are speaking at national conferences, you have to err on the side of caution when you say things. Her indignant responses to being called out were epic in the worst way possible. If you make no concessions for your readers' feelings and why they're offended by your comments, why should you expect them to make any concessions for you?
Sorry this wasn't a fun post, I had to get that off my chest.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Allow me to get on my soapbox for a minute...
Preface: In college, I came to the conclusion that you don't do yourself any favors by being ignorant. When I restarted this blog, I told myself I'd start writing about politics and serious subjects, in addition to the fluffy stuff. I purposely made the layout more friendly to the fluffy stuff, in part because I wanted to present such things to people who wouldn't normally care about such things. I can kind of understand why people don't care about politics or feel that it is beyond their control, but I feel that such an attitude is generally inexcusable. Roll your eyes as you will at the talking heads on the news networks or politicians in an election year (like this year!), but the things they do and say affect everyday people, including you and I. To me, choosing to be ignorant or apathetic about politics/current events/why shit matters is the same as choosing to let people walk all over you, because you've taken yourself out of the conversation and taken away your own voice. Even worse, in some instances you've made yourself unavailable to help others.
This so-called "Ground Zero Mosque" has been a big shitstorm for a little while, and I find the discussion fairly ridiculous. It's not a mosque, it's not at Ground Zero, and it shouldn't be a big deal. It's a community center, currently named Park 51, that happens to be run by a group of Muslims. This is America, and everyone gets to practice whatever religion they see fit to practice. Your relationship with your higher power or whatever is your business, not mine. If you own land, you get to build whatever you want on it.
Those responsible for the 9/11 attacks were part of a militant Islamic group, and I'm pretty sure most Muslims want nothing to do with those guys. Grouping all the many branches of Islam* together and labeling them all violent jihadists is like saying every Christian church is like the Westboro Baptist Church (the group that protests everything and everyone with signs like GOD HATES FAGS, they're pleasant). But the discussion on TV and on the internet will inevitably affect everyday people, and that's what really bothers me. All the hatred and fear that gets stirred up with such inflamed discussion of Islam or Ground Zero or Al Qaeda affects people who just want to go about their lives and be happy. There's enough racism and xenophobia and fear already out there, why would you want to make it worse?
My dear Japanese grandmother experienced stuff like that after Pearl Harbor was attacked. She's told me people would hurl racial insults at her or treat her badly just for being Japanese, despite having brothers who fought in the war for America. I can't help but assume that Muslims go through that kind of crap everyday after 9/11, even though a few hundred victims of the attack were Muslim. Given the extent of the news coverage of this community center, I'd bet that innocent people using Park 51 for knitting class or playing basketball or prayer will get harassed, too. It's not fair.
I have no big influence on this issue, but I can put my two cents out on the internet and hope maybe someone thinks about it a moment after reading this post.
*Fun semi-related fact: Jesus is totally in the Qur'an! Check out the Wiki page.
This so-called "Ground Zero Mosque" has been a big shitstorm for a little while, and I find the discussion fairly ridiculous. It's not a mosque, it's not at Ground Zero, and it shouldn't be a big deal. It's a community center, currently named Park 51, that happens to be run by a group of Muslims. This is America, and everyone gets to practice whatever religion they see fit to practice. Your relationship with your higher power or whatever is your business, not mine. If you own land, you get to build whatever you want on it.
Those responsible for the 9/11 attacks were part of a militant Islamic group, and I'm pretty sure most Muslims want nothing to do with those guys. Grouping all the many branches of Islam* together and labeling them all violent jihadists is like saying every Christian church is like the Westboro Baptist Church (the group that protests everything and everyone with signs like GOD HATES FAGS, they're pleasant). But the discussion on TV and on the internet will inevitably affect everyday people, and that's what really bothers me. All the hatred and fear that gets stirred up with such inflamed discussion of Islam or Ground Zero or Al Qaeda affects people who just want to go about their lives and be happy. There's enough racism and xenophobia and fear already out there, why would you want to make it worse?
My dear Japanese grandmother experienced stuff like that after Pearl Harbor was attacked. She's told me people would hurl racial insults at her or treat her badly just for being Japanese, despite having brothers who fought in the war for America. I can't help but assume that Muslims go through that kind of crap everyday after 9/11, even though a few hundred victims of the attack were Muslim. Given the extent of the news coverage of this community center, I'd bet that innocent people using Park 51 for knitting class or playing basketball or prayer will get harassed, too. It's not fair.
I have no big influence on this issue, but I can put my two cents out on the internet and hope maybe someone thinks about it a moment after reading this post.
*Fun semi-related fact: Jesus is totally in the Qur'an! Check out the Wiki page.
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