Tikkabik

So if Kim Jong-Il blows up the West Coast soon, it's my fault.

Last week I went out to dinner with some clients at Ozumo in San Francisco -- some of the best sushi in the city, and quite a scene on its own -- almost more of a night club than a restaurant.

One of the place's unique touches is that instead of piping in music in the bathrooms, they pipe in conversational Japanese lessons. During my few minutes there I learned that Watashi wa Cohen desu is "My name is ..."

So a few nights later I was riding in an elevator and I heard these three asian guys talking, and I decided to introduce myself.

"Watashi wa Cohen desu," I said.

Their eyes went wide.

"Oh no no no," said one of them, waggling his finger at me. "We're KOREAN."

Now, if I only knew "jwe-song-hahm nida" at the time...