Joe Michael Sasanuma Obituary

Joe Michael Sasanuma, who earlier today died at the eternal age of 18, never had a moment in which he didn’t enjoy life.

He lived by the words “What’s the point of living if you can’t feel alive?”, a line fittingly taken from the James Bond movie “The World is Not Enough”.  Of the many things Joe loved about life, watching and critiquing movies, with the James Bond series closest to his heart, was on his list of top ten.

Joe’s unique talent was having opinions and verbally expressing them, often with very little thought.  One-liner insults were his specialty.  Joe referred to actress Denise Richards, who co-starred in the aforementioned James Bond film, as “The bitch who ruined a perfectly fine James Bond film.”  Of Picasso, he said “I know shit when I see one.”  But Joe always kept the best lines for liberals, about whom he memorably declared “Everyone has the right to be wrong.”

 

The Art of Responsible Gambling

This post is about the art of responsible gambling.

The phrase “responsible gambling” may sound like an oxymoron, but it is not in fact a contradiction in terms. And there is “art” involved in responsible gambling because tact and subtlety are necessary in delicately balancing chance, cost and entertainment involved with gambling.

The first rule of responsible gambling is that you have to love gambling. This may sound paradoxical, but responsible gambling and love of gambling go hand in hand because only those who enjoy the thrill of gambling can accept that money lost to a casino is nothing more or nothing less than payment for a cost of entertainment. And so it is that the casino experience for responsible gamblers is no different from moviegoers who are willing to spend $20 or more for two hours to sit in front of a screen and munch on popcorn, often mindlessly.

 

How Coins Became the Bane of My Existence in Japan

I think I was in sixth grade when I first engaged in a debate. It was at my weekly Saturday Japanese school and for reasons unclear, the topic de jour was which is better: coins or bills. For reasons even more unclear, I took the side of vigorously defending the existence of coins while my adversary took the position that coins were an unbearably annoying existence because of their weight, all the while rest of the class sat in silence, stunned and unamused with the irrelevance of the entire debate.

Seventeen years after the introduction to my lifelong love of argument, I concede, for the first (and I hope the last) time, that I was wrong. I’ve come to my senses on this after more than five months in Japan, which makes me believe that my adversary may have known what he was talking about because life in Japan was still fresh in his memory.

 
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