Tuesday, December 26, 2006

That Time of year...

This year is the first year I have ever spent Christmas away from Dad, Mom or Gia in some way or another...

This surreal moment is compounded by the fact that Maia and I went to the bank, and rented a movie after going to the store... Just another Monday here in Japan...

You see, Christmas is not a public holiday, it's treated like Valentine's Day or Hollowe'en, it's a cool day for Japanese couples to exchange cakes (Yes, cakes), and go on dates. But nothing closes.

Luckily, the schools are on Winter Break, so at least we had the day off... but not because of Christmas, but because we have two weeks all to ourselves.

We (Maia and I, since we are both on break) have been watching the new Doctor Who and this morning I idilly pondered how it would be awfully nice to have some sort of space ship that would allow me to instantly transport home, for just a little bit and eat some turkey and head back here to resume my walkabout...

Then it occured to me that walking about just wouldn't the same without the distance...

I wouldn't learn as much, I wouldn't go as far, I would grow if there wasn't a 16 hour flight between me and turkey and dressing.

Once again I realize that it's not about the destination, it's about the journey.

Merry Christmas, my dear Family, I know some of you are buried in a blizzard, I hope you can get moving to see people... For the rest of you, please have a wonderful and safe Christmas Holiday! :D

---Me.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Something about fish and warm water...

As the third installment of tonights post-a-thon (Please be sure to note the other two stories posted tonight), I bring you a story of deep thought.

I am preparing to leave shool on Monday when our School secretary comes up to me and says something in Japanese... which I completely miss.

Luckily, Mr. Second Year is standing right there and so I look to him and he says:

"She says certain kinds of fish go to warmer waters during winter time and stay there."

Hmmm, this is interesting... Okay.

Then, she starts bowing and saying "Thank you very much" three or four times.

I'm stunned, so I say "it was nothing" (I really have no idea what was nothing... but it certainly was nothing enough that I am willing to be pretty sure it is nothing... gads, I'm not even making sense myself).

So I walk out to the entry way to change shoes (Cursed Japanese Schools), and I stop Mr. Second Year...

"What was she talking about?" I say... "I mean, she was thanking me for something. Was this some kind of special Japanese-Zen thing?"

To which Mr. Second Year laughs nervously and says; "No... I have no idea what she was saying, either..."

Well... okay.

---He Who Was Like Fish Going To Warm Water During Winter...

Fan club Member number zero...

So, here's a new thing...

Last week, I'm waiting in the hallway to go into my 1st year 3rd class (I prefer to wait until the chime rings to enter the class, it is something I've seen Mr. Japanese Teacher do and it feels like we are letting the kids have the classroom to themselves for a few minutes) when three 1st year girls come out of the classroom.

"Guy-sensei, you are cute!" One of them yells in Japanese.

"We think you are cute!" Another one yells.

then they duck back in the room.

Mr. Japanese teacher grins at me from the next class over (He is usually teaching the next class).

The girls return a few minutes later, I'm guessing thinking that since I didn't kill them, they could continue.

"Do you think you are cute?" One of them asks (A very convoluted question... but they definitely said my name twice, once with the Japanese "Wa" which is the subject marker...). So I said "I think everyone is cute" Which, in my inability to include myself (That's a little different in Japanese), ended up sort of implying that I thought they were cute. Which is okay, it got the point across...

Oh... I was so wrong.

They now make a point of calling out my name and waving when I pass them I smile and wave back, and I'm excited that they do actually say "Good Morning" to me in English (Even in the afternoon... it's the little victories...), so at least that is something....

Today they corner me again, and this is the exchange I get:

"Guy-sensei!" says the first girl, pointing to herself, "Guy-Sensei fan club member number 1!" She declares proudly.

The next girl steps up: "Guy-Sensei fan club member number 2!"

The last girl blushes and adds: "Guy-Sensei fan club member number 3."

Trying very hard not to laugh at this (It must have taken all day to screw up member number 3's courage) I tell them that they are really cute (Because... well... they are...) And then I add "Disgustingly cute" in English (Which, since they are my first years, means they maybe understood "Cute")... they giggle and run back to class (They all run everywhere... they are first years...)

Maia alerts me that they will have buttons soon, to which I laughed with her and then it struck me... they just might...

I knew I would have so many cool experiences to report back to you folks... but to be honest, this one surprises me...

I mean... I have a fan club?

Woah...

---Object of Guy Sensei Fan Club...

What could possibly go wrong?

There is nothing really specifically Japanese about this, but I thought this was a great picture...

I'm driving home and I pass by a little soba noodle shop, where I stop at a light. I had to dodge around the propane gas truck which has stopped in front of the Soba shop (The roads here are impossible narrow, thus resupply vehicles simply stop in the road). I pull up next to the truck and notice a policeman directing traffic. This is a little odd, since I already dodged the truck... then I noticed a lineman pulling cable pullies off of the power line directly above the truck full of propane gas... And I'm pulled up next to it...

Of course, nothing happened. But talk about stunning realizations. It was a cute picture, and all I could think about was the headline on Fark.com:

A truck full of propane and a lineman working on live power lines, what could possibly go wrong?

---Me.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Little things, big realizations

Last week Mr. Second Year and I talked about Gyoza over lunch. For those of you who don't know, Gyoza is a really good Japanese/Chinese food... But the Japanese version is rather to die for... or at least I think so. I could describe it, but... well.

Anyway, I rather like Gyoza and when we have it in school lunch I always do a little happy dance (Okay, maybe not, but I'd like to think I'd be capable of doing a happy dance) after all, when we have Gyoza that means we are not having Eel, octopus, squid, seaweed, rotten soybeans or jellyfish (And I have had all of the above in my school lunch... and I have eaten it... I don't think I'll ever complain about the greasy pizza ever again...).

After such a happy dance/discussion, Mr Second Year tells me that if I want real Gyoza there is a greasy spoon... rather greasy chopstick just down the way from the school and maybe Monday evening after school we can both head on over and have some real Gyoza.

First of all, I should give you the image of this Greasy Chopstick: It was spotless, bright, small, and was run by a father and his daughter. A lovely place, with two booths, a bar with about 5 stools, and four tables... on the floor (Rather on tatami mats on the floor, with little pillows for your butt).

Mr. Second Year and I walk in and sit down at one of the booths (Thank you Mr. Second Year... I can't sit in Seiza (Japanese kneeling position) for more than a few seconds still). We order two orders of Gyoza, he orders a Soba (Buckwheat noodles) dish, and I go for the Miso Ramen (With extra garlic... the vampires will be staying really clear of my place tonight...) The ramen was incredible and the Gyoza... well, if I hadn't already sold my soul to the Gyoza God I would have done so just then... it was seriously the best Gyoza I have had so far.

Mr. Second Year also instructed me on how to proportion the Vineger/Soy sauce/Hot oil that you dip your Gyoza in.

That was a lot of fun, and so then it comes time to go our seperate ways. We get in our seperate cars (We did that on purpose so we could go back seperately), and then I get on the road.

It was just about then that I realized I had no clue where I was.

But here's the trick: I wasn't worried. I just kept toodling along heading South (I knew I was north of my town), knowing that if I crossed the BigRiver then I've gone too far (The BigRiver seperates MyPrefecture from MyNeighboringPrefecture). I do just that and after a while I drop into NextTown and then I'm okay.

Nothing really strange about this.

Except that suddenly it occurs to me; All of the signs are in Japanese in this part of MyPrefecture (I'm really out in the boonies), I am in a foreign country, on foreign roads that have no names whatsoever (Japan names it's intersections, not the streets... it makes for interesting direction giving)...

And I wasn't worried.

Not in the least.

Needless to say, since my spirit isn't posting this post; I made it home, and got to explore some pretty Japanese countryside while I was at it.

But I wasn't worried...

Strange, eh?

---Not really lost in translation anymore.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

One week left

So far, I've been in what is known as "Subiki" in my Kyudo dojo. Subiki means I have a bow, but I don't have arrows. I go through the entire firing procedure (Off in a corner) as if I had an arrow, but when it comes time to release the arrow, I gently loosen the tension on the bow and then let go (I don't dry-fire the bow), and then go back to the "Firing" position sans bowstring, and continue from there.

Well, no more.

Starting next Thursday (We don't have practice this Saturday), I will actually get a real arrow in my real bow. And then I join the rest of the Dojo in firing rotation.

I have been in Subiki since the beginning of October.


As a side note: I just discovered that when I test for my "Shodan" (Roughly equivilant to a mid-colored belt, Blue or Red belt, ChuuDan is the Brown Belt, and then Ichi Dan is the Black belt), I have to go to Capital-City and test in front of a whole mess of old, Japanese-Kyudo Masters...

And there is a written test.

...In Japanese...

...Using ancient terms (Like, for instance, "Kyudo")...

No pressure.

But my Dojo will support me, and they have already committed themselves to the task of getting their only Gaijin safely into his Shodan.

There have been a handful of Gaijin who have successfully passed the tests, so it's not like this is an impossibility, just a really-hard-ibility....

And I'm not against giving it my best shot.

I'm still a little stunned by the "Written Test" part to be worried yet... Shock is a wonderful thing...

--Shocked...

Monday, December 04, 2006

Holder 1

I am constantly thinking of stories in groups... but I really want everyone to read the posts before I post another story on top of it... so this is a Holder. I'll edit it later and fill out the stories, but I don't want to forget them today . So, in a way, here is a preview of things to come... Hopefully...

--Sensei's Master and my First Enkai

--Ebisu and Bruce

--The Second Yochien

--Yoko and the Japanese Classes

--The Punku

Now, please read the post about Yuu-San below. :)

Goodbye....Goodbye, goodbye...

Last Wednesday I was suddenly hit with the information that my Tea Lady was leaving effective Thursday. She is looking for better pay. I can't blame her, really. Being a tea lady at a junior high in the middle of nowhere can't possibly pay spectacularly.

This struck me rather harder than I expected, though.

So, in honor of my tea lady (Whom I have incorrectly called "Yuu-san" for a while now... so I shall continue to call her that as it isn't her name), I shall now share some experiences of her.

The "Softly, Softly softly..." story and the "Ultraman Pose story" I have already shared with you all.

But there were other things that Yuu-san did which were extraordinary;

Because of Yuu-sans duties (Sorta like the custodian in an American Junior High, Yuu-san watered the plants and swept the entry-way and watered the trees outside, stuff like that), she was often found in various places around the first floor of the school. During my particularly slow days, I would go on walks (To keep awake... this was before I had a computer at school that I could use), and I would run into Yuu-san in the hallways. She would always stop and ask me questions (Simple questions, easy for me to understand, Yuu-san spoke no English at all) about Colorado, America, my father, sister, friends. She told me of her aunt who lives in Kansas (I expressed my condolances for that... but only because I know Kansas very well). Yuu-san would always teach me very useful things in Japanese (It only seems appropriate that it was Yuu-san that taught me the word "Benri"... or "Useful") . She seemed genuinely interested in knowing these things. She wanted to know if I liked Natto (Most people want to know that... they seem to be rather aware that Natto is vile... and that foreigners don't like it), what kinds of music I liked, etc. I spent a lot of time cutting my Japanese teeth on these conversations... She never corrected my Japanese, understanding that I'm still in the "Communicating" stage, nowhere near the "Perfecting" stage of Japanese.

As I left for the day, Yuu-san was often in the entryway while I changed shoes. She would always say "See you next year" or sometimes "See you next week" (But never on Fridays). The first time she said that to me, I looked at her with a perplexed look (Not entirely sure I understood her), and said "Yuu-san, will you be absent tomorrow?" To which she replied, "Yuu-san is always absent" while tapping her head... she smiled and then waved goodbye to me as I left.

Yuu-san was also the one who had the freedom to be a little strange (Tea ladies are all, by nature, a little strange, I think...). So she was the one who could communicate with me freely without having to worry about offending the Vice Principal or what not. Yuu-san cackled like a classic witch, something that I think she cultivated... and went completely against her tiny, slender, mid-thirties look.

I was really rather depressed about her leaving the Teachers' Room... it seems like a little bit of the light in the room has left.

As Yuu-san came up to me (During her rounds of tearful goodbye's and bowing), holding a bouquet of flowers, she said that she would see me again in Maia-Town, I don't know what she means by that, but I'll look forward to seeing her again.

As Yuu-san left the teachers' room one last time, last Thursday night, I called out to her, did the Ultraman pose, then told her I'd see her next year.

I hope that means sometime soon to her.

---Me.