First it was one small but important part of the crass and dirty lyrics DRigato and Angelo so enjoyed singing along to at Falto parties of yesteryear (and sadly absent from the parentally kosher version of Monster Booty), then it was the name of the project manager / designer for that TLC show on which slackers in red t-shirts got free house renovations, and now it's the Japanese word for "what." Or has it been all along? Regardless, times, they are a'changin'.

To fully encapsulate the female Japanese "nani," one must possess vocal chords that can produce tones that soar to ear piercing hights and plunge to gutteral lows. It takes talent, I'll say.

p.s. Spring is in the air, and as the old saying goes, Spring is the time when a young girl can leave her futon cover hanging out on the balcony all day and night so that when she comes home after a billion hours it smells like the grass and the mountains and the factory and it is amazingly comforting. And fluffy.