SEERA SLUGGIT hails in a roundabout way from Newfoundland. She has a degree in philosophy and religious studies under her belt and a half a degree in music strapped to her boot. Since she could more or less dress herself she has worked as a church organist, piano teacher, grave plotter, newsletter writer, toilet scrubbing coffeeshop jerk, movie store clerk, tour guide, wedding greeter, funeral usher, stained glass interpreter, music librarian, waitress, promotions manager, mailroom lackee, traffic clerk, logistics co-ordinator, bartender, pro-bono copy writer and bonafide english teacher. She has been hairnetted, uniformed, steeltoed, rubber-booted, suited and UNIQLO`d. She is currently being taught by a bunch of pint sized amoeba/baby minions how to speak Japanese like a drunken sailor. If and when she grows up, she’d like to be a vegetable farmer
Seera Sluggit
When i first came to Japan i felt like i had died and gone to heaven. Those were my exact sentiments verbatim as my plane descended over Kansai International Airport past great wa... READ...
I’m sitting on my bed, listening to Thelonius Monk on my record player, drinking strong, delicious, better than Brazilians get Brazilian coffee blended by the Japanese coffee mag... READ...
Some people say that Japan is a land of superstition. I don’t like that word because I think it fails to describe the full curiousness and wonder of what actually goes on. For ... READ...
When I was in Canada on vacation I was at Walmart shopping, as thanks to the magic of Walmart there are no other places left to shop in my hometown. That’s why I was in Walmart,... READ...
Japan can be a depressing place. I should know, I spent my winter vacation sobbing on my living room floor. It’s January now, and I’m in a better mood teaching a small class ... READ...
I have never consciously had a panic attack before in all my 28 years and here I am, standing in line in a Japanese Starbucks, when it hits me like a sheet of acid… Double dipped... READ...
