tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74691767493459230272024-03-13T13:31:52.741-07:00The Daily B. F. G.B. F. G. stands for Big Friendly Gaijin. [Gaijin: a non-Japanese person living or traveling in Japan]A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469176749345923027.post-64091607686168053512012-03-05T06:29:00.001-08:002012-03-05T06:29:40.574-08:00Ramblings and shamblingsI have, once again, been a terrible blogger, or rather a multi focused one. The ceramics blog I started has been getting its biweekly attention, and the reviews have been nothing but stellar thus far. However, with the ceramics in full swing I all too often forget about the happenings of my life that the few readers of this web space might be interested in.<br />
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The long and short of it is that for the past two or three weeks I have been a bit of a home body. Trying to focus intensly on health for several weeks, and then last week came along and hit the reset button. Last week was Graduation and exams to close out the Japanese school year. This meant longer hours at school, less time in the pottery studio, big work dinner parties, drinking with my principal (that guy is crazy!), and generally not having time to fit work outs into my day to day life. This has resulted in me feeling rather akin to a hippo on this slightly gloomy monday mid morning. <br />
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I'm not sure I have ever really talked about it much on this blog, but I have been battling with health and fitness since my days at Hamilton Jr. High. Things came to a head my junior year of college when I weighed in at a massive 295 pounds. With a bit of motivation, more attention to portion and food choice, and daily hard work outs I dropped down to about 250 by the end of my senior year. Then for about a year I played the up and down game between 240 and 260 while applying to the JET Program, but once I hit Japan the appearant lack of as many frankenfoods (seriously I buy almost ZERO preprepared things here. All fresh ingredients when I can) helped kick the fittness game into a new high. I currently float at about 220 or 215. This is great, and I have held there for my year and six months in Japan, but I am at the stage in my fittness goals where little week long vacations into indulgence set me back a months worth of working and being "on the plan". As a very goal oriented person those little back slides cause me considderable frustration, and last week was sure one of them. So it's back to the gym this week (I hope). <br />
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Yesterday was a rainy day as well, and I took some time to prep some new recycled beer can seed starters, and filled them with nastershum seeds, my spinach has beyond sprouted and seems healthy thus far, and even better is the continual flourishing of my 5 mini kale plants. I never get enough for a full meal, but I can harvest of good handfull and mix it in with spinach or other greens from the farmer's market any time. Let me tell you, the farmer's market and I are fasts friends now. All local, all in season, and all CHEAP! Look at all that fruit and veg for only about $25. <br />
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<br />A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469176749345923027.post-91400315033547608582012-02-14T04:13:00.000-08:002012-02-19T22:46:40.391-08:00The Real, Good GuyIt's my pappa's birthday! I have been sitting and writing and rewriting ways to say that in a more eligant fassion, but they all fall short. After many MANY years of writing cards to my father, cards meant to induce pleasant memories or conjure up all the admiration I have for him, I have given up on words. . . well . . . that's a lie. I wouldn't be writting this for you if that statement were true. <br />
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It seems all too fitting that your birthday falls on a day dedicated to expressing love. I think you're an overflowing well of love. You and Mom are the best example of that I can imagine. You give and give, and in all of this giving you've taught me so much. I strive to craft myself in your image, and model myself on your creativity, rationality, and heart. I can't tell you how excited I am that you are comming to see my world here in Japan in April. <br />
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I hope you have absolutely the happiest of happy birthdays. We'll celebrate in earnest when you fly into Nara in April.A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469176749345923027.post-58085948109865094682012-02-02T07:21:00.000-08:002012-02-02T14:07:35.906-08:00Another BLOG?!That's right fans! I've just launched a new blog, and this one is all ceramics all the time. This interweb sight is simply named <a href="http://absceramics.blogspot.com/2012/02/purpose.html" target="_blank">A. Sartorius Ceramics </a>, and you should go check it out! I have been hiding most of my photographed work since i came to Japan but no more.<br />
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In other, non-self promotive, news - it was COLD, COLD, FEAK'n COLD today. Susaki even got a a constant flurry of tiny flakes. The combination of cold and strong winds really makes bike rides substantially less than pleasant.<br />
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I came home today and baked. I baked lemon short cakes for a friends birthday party tomorrow (to be topped with whipped cream and strawberries, transforming them into strawberry short cakes), but even more scrumptious is the make shift lox I concocted tonight. Make a quick and simple rye bread dough, top it with cracked black pepper, and bake it at 180C for about 20 min. Then spread black pepper cream cheese, layer on some sushi grade salmon, and top with tomatoes, red onion, and parsley in a lemon pepper dressing. DEVOUR in bliss. It has been a long time since I was so satisfied by my own cooking (not to toot my own horn or anything). In fact it has been a bit of a culinary dry spell. Guess I have been feeling a bit uninspired. NO more! God that was such a surprise good thing. GO MAKE TASTY THINGS!<br />
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<br />A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469176749345923027.post-92071149333150348412012-02-01T03:52:00.000-08:002012-02-01T03:52:17.215-08:00Quiet timesSusaki Wednesday, and the sun took her sweet time peeking out from behind the greying cloud cover. I had little to do today at work. The third year students are all finished for the year (4 of my ussual classes gone until April), and the second years are off on their school trip to Korea or Nagoya (another 3 of my weekly classes). This leaves me with 4 classes in 5 days, and a month and a half of less than busy teaching. Ceramics anyone? Despite the pain of cold hands and unheated studios I think it is well past time that I attempt to get my artist side back in action. I have been invited to two open air two day craft markets by a friend who frequently sets up a booth at them. One is in the beginning of March and one the beginning of May. I had orriginaly intended on not selling any of my work until I had some type of show or exhibition with it, but I am finding it more than a little difficult to get Japanese galleries on my side of the "Hey! let's help the new artist attempt to break into the feild, " equasion. I am in the process of making a blog esspeicially for my ceramics. Just a space where I can post photos of my work, get feedback, and do a little shameless self promotion. <br />
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Two weekends ago I went to Osaka with 5 of the most wonderful folks to see my favorite band, Beirut. The show bordered on religious experience. I would see them again, again, and again x 1000! The openning act was a fantastic Japanese band called Shogu Tokamaru, and then Beirut blew the roof off. Two, four song encores, every song I was hoping they would play, and really close to the stage made it the best concert I've ever been to. <br />
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On the day to day front, I am REALLY enjoying practicing my banjo. I try to play about an hour a day if I can. That hour goes by very quickly. I made a modified version (have yet to find dill seeds in my super markets) of these <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2008/01/pickled-carrot-sticks/" target="_blank">pickled carrot sticks</a> last night, and just finished scarfing down a delicious home grown kale, mushroom, and onion pizza (on rye crust!). Also (speaking of kale), check out my winter greens! <br />
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It's growning like a champ in my tiny green house. I am considdering buying another one in the hopes of starting more seeds this winter, but the reality of that has yet to be seen. I am not even 100% sure I need to keep the kale in that green house. I really miss having a garden. . . like you know, one you can stand in and don't have to buy the earth in plastic bags from the home and gardening store and carry it up like 8 flights of steps. Some day Andrew, some day. <br />
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Well, I would say this post has gone about as far as it will go for a time filler on my snailish day. Be happy, be well, and stay warm. More to come. . .A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469176749345923027.post-16162438934790347262012-01-22T19:10:00.000-08:002012-01-22T19:10:04.273-08:00I forgot to hit "publish" last Thursday.(As the tittle suggests this post is several days old, and has been sitting unintentionaly in the drafts folder. A more up to date one on the happenings of this most recent weekend will follow shortly) <br />
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It's chilly and wet here. Most days I feel like I live in a place where winter doesn't exist, or rather it exisits in the chill that sinks into you before you recognize the need for another layer (because no buildings have insulation). It settles in the tips extremities, and lingers far longer than it should. A place, where if the sun shines in mid January you only need a sweater, but the nights and little hours of the morning leave your breath suspended momentarily before you as though it wished to share some secret from somewhere within your chest. <br />
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Last week saw several things happen: my best and brightest 3rd year students fell victim to the trials of Japan's national standardized tests (more on this in a bit), I went to Nakamura to visit Mr. Colin for is big birthday (30 years the old man), and also had myself a wee birthday party. Yep I'm 25 and feeling about the same as I felt at 24. Though I will admit that post holiday tavels I am feeling more purposful and a little clearer in thought process.<br />
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A quick note on the test taking thing : Depending on your chosen course of study as a high school student in Japan, you may have to take up to 6 (I have been told) different 80 minute standardized tests. Think SAT and ACT combined into one giant test, and (here's the kicker) you only get one shot at it. There are no retakes. You either make the cut, or you don't. For me, this seems cruel. I have watched many of my favorite students crumble slowly under the pressure this week. One student in particular so much so that she broke down in class. Water works, quiet sobs, and a bumbling giant hairy foreigner telling her that she is very smart and shouldn't worry, but the language barrier is always there. My new years travels showed me how much my Japanese has improved since I came, but it is still . . . childish and broken at best. Perhaps the most appropreate word is functional. In instances like this though, where I wish to god I could comand all the grace and comforting powers of any language, I am left again scrambling to conveigh that I am at the least understanding and interested in listening. <br />
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I should mention that this student was more embarassed by her own break down, than eager to talk about why she was crying. So counseling, and offering the old teacher's shoulder are not always welcome. What can you do though?<br />
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Dec 22: Alice arrived in Susaki on a bus at 7:08 in the morning after a ten hour bus ride, two 8 or 9 hour flights, and an 18 hour layover in Doha, Qatar. She championed through a little drowsiness and spent the day meeting my students and coworkers. That night was also the bon enkai for my school so she cleaned all up and came out for the big end of the year party. </div>
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Dec 23: Alice slept till 1:30 (just over 13 hours). We cooked together, and adventured down to the large local market to look for what we wanted to eat later in the week. We ate at one of my favorite noodle shops, and spent the rest of the evening relaxing and remembering those we both miss from Wooster. </div>
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Dec 25: Aki is right on a stunning stone beach. Christmas morning was spent throwing stones into the ocean, sun bathing, and cooking yet again. Came home to Susaki to make eggnog, skype with family and friends, and watch It's a Wonderful Life (it just isn't Christmas without George Bailey). </div>
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Dec 26: Alice and another friend of mine went for a day hike along a beautiful mountainous stretch of the 88 temple trek that runs near Susaki, and returned to Susaki for another bon enkai (this time with the Susaki Broken English Club). Way too much good food, they dressed Alice up in kimono, and took us to karaoke after. </div>
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Dec 27: Spent the day in Kochi City. Took Alice to Kochi castle, and then met up with the lovely Mia who helped us adventure around for the rest of the day. She spirited us up to Godaisan (a mountain overlook of the city that has a beautiful example of what the 88 temple temples typically look like). The three of us then went to Hirome for beers, more great food, and even better conversations. </div>
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Jan 1st: Coffee and doughnuts to start the new year, and a day spent hitting the last few temples we missed in Nara. Enjoying a big final feast together and reflecting on the trip we had. </div>
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WELLLL there you have it. After Alice left I spent a few days in Osaka with some Japanese friends of mine. You can see all the photos of Alice's grand adventure on my lovely <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bearsartorius/sets/72157628741761281/" target="_blank">Flickr</a> page, but for now I think this post has gone on long enough. It is safe to say I have had an incredible past few weeks, and I can't thank Alice enough for coming all the way here to spend sometime with her Brother Bear. I hope all my family and friends back home had equally wonderful holidays, and may your Year of the Dragon (yep that's right) be everything you want it to be! </div>
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<br /></div>A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469176749345923027.post-20706301358838661722011-12-15T17:24:00.000-08:002011-12-20T18:05:28.647-08:00Season of endingsDecember in Japan is the month of official ends. New Years is arguably the biggest holiday here, and with it comes two responcibilities: officially close the year propperly, and open the year in the best possible way. Being that I can't speak of what my new year will be like I`m going to focus on the closing ceremonies here. <br />
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Every club, work place, group of friends, or group of willing participants has what's called a Bon Enkai (Year end party). These are a chance to reflect on the year, eat a huge course of food, drink with your coworkers (my other high school teachers love this part), and generally bond with those you spend the most time with outside of family. The food is always better at a Bon Enkai, and when your supervisor comes to you and hands you a beer it is one of the only times in Japan where I have been able to geleam any honest constructive critisism on my teaching. This year Susaki High School will have a very speical guest at it's bon enkai. My dear friend (sister via unofficial adoption) Alice is bound for Japan from Cape Town as we SPEAK, and I am all a quiver with anticipation. Alice and I will be traveling extensivly (expinsively . . . ew, traveling within Japan is REALLY pricey) through out the kansai area of Japan. More to come on that after it's done. She'll also spend about 6 days puttering about Kochi getting to know my day to day, and spending Christmas with all the cool kids you hear about so frequently who are not off traveling for their holidays. This reunion and vacation are much needed because I am one tired guy. Between school, PA, free English lessons, taiko, and attempting to maintain a social life and presence I really came dangerously close to burning out. After a week of returning to daily workouts and health minded diet (get them greens in) I am feeling almost back to myself. <br />
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In other news. I am back on the baking wagon as chocolate chip cookies are now officially in season. My Christmas tree is up (major life goal of having a live tree achieved thanks to a local hardwear store sellign small potted evergreens) and the den is looking quite festive, if I do say so. <br />
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Two weekends ago I went into the city to see Mia's band, Wind Beat, play a big show on the night of the lunar eclipse. Fantastic! They are a really tight group, and the crowd was bursting with bunches of friends. It was a fun night of great tunes and good banter. <br />
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With my new found unbusy days (these will not last I assure you, so I am cherishing them) my mind has been wandering about to thoughts of future plans and reasessed goals. . . but they are neither fully formed nor coherent at this moment, so you'll have to wait to hear about those thoughts. In other news I BOUGHT A BANJO! I have always loved the sound of clawhammer banjo, and after the ever musical influence of some loved ones here (and realizing taiko doesn't really push me musically) I said what the heck. Internets meet Mary Margret. </div>
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Since I last posted I went to Hiroshima to play frisbee:<br />
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And may you all have wonderful days! More to come.A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469176749345923027.post-14457835827000545752011-11-13T20:42:00.001-08:002011-11-24T16:38:41.928-08:00MondaysMost people complain about Monday. It is the devious kick start to the week, and the death of all fun that was had on weekends. Monday doesn't care if you got home late from all your wild hullabaloo adventures. It just cares that you be ready for the hurt it plans to bring down on you before Tuesday and the settling routine come in to ease your weekly pattern. I, however, rather enjoy my Mondays. You see, we have an agreement, Monday and I. I agree to be very productive in the morning: teach my one class, plan my other lessons, organize my week, and be generally (though not indefinately) productive, and Monday agrees to let me relax for the bulk of the afternoon and not step all over my lingering endorphine rush from a weekend of fun. <br />
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Well dear reader, due to over active self motivation I rarely have quiet moments at school, but Monday is almost always a guarantee, and on that promised quiet day I typically catch up on my internet readings. So, in the interest of trying something new, here are three of my very favorite blogs. I check them almost daily for up dates, and enjoy the heck out of them.<br />
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1. <a href="http://thefieldlab.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Field Lab</a> is the ever evolving story of the Chicago born former New York City fasion photographer, John Wells. In December 2007 Wells took a complete life shift and went from big city to middle of the desert. On his home page he stays:<br />
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Sparcely worded and beuatifuly photographed, I found this blog in a magazine sent to me by the parents, and was hooked after I went back and read the first few posts from oh so long ago. Despite my dislike of deserts and hot climates this blog has all the right elements of the back to the land/ sustainable living/ counter culture dream without the summer of love tinted glasses. I find it really impressive. <br />
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2. <a href="http://tinyhouseblog.com/" target="_blank">The Tiny House Blog</a> is a jem I stumbled upon after watching a youtube tour of one of Jay Shaffer's <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbRvsWuWNUM" target="_blank">Tumbweed Tiny home</a>s. The tiny house movement (if you choose to call it that) is all about cutting down on materialism. Many of the stories that come with the various tiny houses out there are linked to sustainability, the desire to pay less but still own a hom, being more active, and also there is a fairly consistant (though by no means required) do it your self train of thought going. This blog offers stories, pictures, resources, and listings for small dwellings all over the world. It is a facinating culture, and I find the designs and interiors of many of these homes to be absolutely beautiful. <br />
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3. Lastly there is my go to cooking blog, <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/" target="_blank">Smitten Kitchen</a>. If you know me at all you know I love cooking. It's how I destress, and is a skill I think everyone should know, preferably well. I found this lovely resourse through another <a href="http://heatergirlie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">blog</a> written by my former baby sitter. At Smitten Kitchen you get consistently delicious recipies, cleanly and easily presented, and really, I MEAN REALLY, mouth watering photos (a.k.a. food porn). It's well writen creative food talk without pretension. <br />
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And that is all there is time for. Check them out! Read! Enjoy. <br />
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<br />A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469176749345923027.post-10475829036636554712011-11-10T16:01:00.001-08:002011-11-24T16:40:45.848-08:00Knot TiedMy taiko instructor's youngest daughter, Aika, got married two weekends ago. I have spent a lot of time with these lovable taiko folks, and have watched the family plan this wedding for months.<br />
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The planning was worth it, because the wedding felt more like a Las Vegas show then a wedding. The most interesting thing was the mock chapel ceremony. I asked a friend who understood the Japanese being spoken what type of ceremony it was. The asnwer - a white wedding / unity candle celebration, held in the quaint chapel atop the swankiest hotel in Kochi City. A violin and cello duet played less dancey versions of such wedding classics as "Beauty and the Beast". There was even a "Minister", though I was told he didn't mention God, Jesus, the bible, or any of the other trappings of what might be said at a wedding. We never bowed our heads in prayer, and yet the bride walking down the red carpeted isle and the image of a classic small chappel wedding was preserved and cultivated. Just after the white wedding ceremony the bride and groom were whisked away for their first of three costume changes, this one from white dress and tux to traditional Japanese kimono. After the reception started and the families had their grand enterences, the bride and groom disapeared again to change into the relaxed dress part of the night (think prom night but with more spacklies). There were home movies set to high tension anime theme songs, and flaming swords used to light candles on every guest's table. It was quite the night:<br />
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Theatrics aside, it was beautiful. Weddings are such a process in the States as well, but the ones I have always felt most comfortable at were the ones that were not grandiose, and focused more on the joy of two people admiting their love for one another. Cheers, well wishes, drinks, good food, tears of happines, and the hope that the passion of their promiss will last through the trials life attempts to throw at them. The hope that they`ll always wear the smiles spawned from the laughter shared the night of their union. I can`t imagine anyone felt any other way at Aika's ceremony. Filtered through my cave man Japanese I only caught simple ideas within the various speaches read: "Mom, Dad, thank you for loving me. I love you." or "I'll do my best for her." (that one is a rough translation), but the point is waylayed by the semantics of translation and linguistics. There is a definate universal language to be shared in joyous smiles. . . and a few too many celebratory sips. <br />
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A is for active, B is for busy, C is for Culture [festival], and that's where I'm at, or rather was last week. In the Japanese education system there are two standard events the students spend years looking forward to and simultaniously dreading: Taikusai (sports festival) and Bunkasai (culture festival). Both of these celebrations take up months of the student's and teacher's lives. They meet every day after school and exams, club activities, or home lives all get pushed by the way side for the glory and perfection that must be these events. Now, you may be imagining, much as I was, that culture festival would be based on paying tribute to the richness of Japanese culture (or at least pay tribute to it!). It isn't. Not even close in fact. What it is, is a break from the monotony of lecture and test preparation the students shuffle through, and much, much more. <br />
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Last Tuesday afternoon my classes were cancelled to help prep the school for this monster that had been lurking in the flickering flourecence of Susaki's High School's storage rooms and long locked coradoors. The school is rarely as bustling as when all the students are clearing class rooms, decorating towers of stacked desks, and transforming the plane everyday walls of virtually ever part of the school with color, and hand made signs, and balloons! It felt like we were preparing for a huge party. I was conscripted by various favorite students to come help them with the more vertical problems that popped up. . . hanging curtains, wrapping colored plastic over florecent light covers (to set the mood?), and killing hornet infested upper corners of previously mentioned long locked or neglected classrooms (horrifying yes?). After all of this making ready the whole school went home quite late, a bit tired, and ready for the day one of the culture festival.<br />
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This is quite the reply to hear, and as it turns out Wednesday was't meant to be fun. The first day of Bunkasai is a practice day. You see, Bunkasai roughly translates to culture festival, but it is really more like a giant team building excersize for each home room class and club. They plan, decorate, create, and manage a means to make money in a festival setting held at the high school. Wednesday was like the trial run without anyone there to practice on. A dry run to iron out all the wrinkles, and, let me tell you, it is a good thing they did this (despite overly bored responces from students) because the actual event went off flawlessly. Delicious festival foods were eaten, fun carnival games were played, classrooms turned haunted mazes were staggered through, and three of my mountain dwelling taiko friends managed to come meet some of my students too. The photos say more than my words will, but it was really a very well thought out and suprising event that, for me, highlighted the importance of solidarity and group effort. This event worked so well becaue the students work together and don't want to let their fellow effort oozing friends down. I am talking 100% participation. The smiles say it all if you ask me. <br />
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(up next: the wedding)A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469176749345923027.post-30118924831808644292011-11-06T18:28:00.000-08:002011-11-06T18:32:17.839-08:00Fright Night (should have been posted over a week ago)Holy ghosts, ghouls, and goblins Batman! Halloween has come and gone in a flash yet again, and it rained cats and dogs here in Kochi for the costumed festivities (meaning my camera did not make it out). I did manage to capture the making of quite possibly the scariest last minute costume ever! <br />
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Halloween in Japan (for me) can be broken down to three happenings repeated teaching of Halloween lessons, Susaki high school after school trick or treat (because they can`t wear costumes or have candy at school), and the Hirome Halloween party. Hirome is a large covered market where people come to drink and partake of delicious eats of all kinds. It typically is open all day and a bit into the night. However, on Halloween they close early and reopen from 11 to 3 for a costumed night of dancing, drinks, and witch craft and wizardry. It was a fun, all be it a bit fuzzy around the edges (staying up till 4 in the a.m. is a rare occurence these days). <br />
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In other breaking news, I am beyond excited to announce that one of my adopted family members (closest friends from home), Alice Bauman, will be coming to Japan for Christams this year! This is of course the best present EVER. <br />
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Not a lot of meat to this post, but in the next seven days I have a full plate of new cultural experiences in the form of my school`s culture festival (bunkasai) and my first ever Japanese wedding. Hopefully, there will be pictures and stories to tell. <br />
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more to come!A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469176749345923027.post-86489829945404645232011-10-25T01:21:00.000-07:002011-10-25T05:08:12.252-07:00Sometimes I'm a Teacher<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0mm 0mm 0pt;">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt;">Four days ago I taught my international education class a lesson on music. These five kids are the best of the best when it comes to English students. They do their homework, are constantly trying to start up conversations with me in the hallways, and they work to retain the English I teach in my classes with them (so many kids see me once a week for class and just forget everything we do). So, on Friday class started with genre and playing samples of different styles of music from all over: folk, jazz, blues (they got really into Muddy Waters), heavy metal, prog-rock, hip-hop, country, and punk to name a few. After a clear sampling and sharing of the various other musical stylings beyond the ever present, and horribly ear rotting, J-Pop, we began a new activity I had thought up. Back in the summer camp seasons teaching art I used to do a painting and dry pastel activity where I played a song and the students had to fill their page with color and lines based on how the song made them feel. They had till the end of the song to fill up as much of the page as they could. I wanted an activity that would encourage communication and quick thinking without focusing on grammar or sentence structure. So I made a list of six questions for them to answer while listening to various songs. </span></div>
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1. What would this music taste like?<br />
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5. What color is this music?<br />
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We listened to three songs, and the students and Japanese Teacher of English got so into it. We listened to: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_m-vkMObDg">Beirut</a> , <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdefe7l7_Zc">Weezer</a> , and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Mhi3vW7H50">Old Crow Medicine Show</a>. Each song produced well though out images and fascinating responses from my students. As we listened to more music it was great to see the mood of the students shift from tired Friday morning blues to alert and focused on English expression. After a lot of talking about their various color and taste (these were their favorite questions to answer) till the bell rang my JTE thanked me for a lesson like she’d never had. <br />
Perhaps it’s a bit of patting myself on the back to post about a teacher complimenting me, but having a lesson go exactly as you desired it to is quite rare.<br />
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The first band linked above, Beirut, is probably my most listened to band of the past year, and I am so freakishly excited to have scored tickets for this January in Osaka! The gangs all going, and we're going to have probably the best time ever! So I leave you with my favorite song of theirs. Enjoy! <br />
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<br />A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469176749345923027.post-53366259565519237172011-10-24T07:10:00.000-07:002011-10-24T07:13:09.260-07:00Total RECALL<br />
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The lingering gray of the summer's typhoon season decided to work its way out of mother nature's system on Friday. The morning started with that kind of mist that wasn't quite enough to make you put up your umbrella, but would undoubtedly swell as the day wore on into a constant and dreary drip. It's been a busier than busy, but I have reached a little lull allowing me to reflect on all the stories that I have accumulated and their relative importance.<br />
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The truth is that much of my life isn't so different than any one else's life. Many, many weekends are spent having meals, drinks, or coffees with friends. Sharing on this blog has become a bit of a strange thing for me. I think I fell behind on posting partially because I was really busy, but more so because I have truly settled in after well over a year of being in Susaki. I think when I returned from home, after noticing so many differences and feeling really quite alien in my own country, I wanted to bask in the amazing familiarity of Japan. I take such comfort in the fact that I can contact friends to either side of my town and within an hour I can be certain I will be having a fantastic conversation that could (and always does) evolve into a grand night of fun. It is really easy to become so immersed in that immediate gratification that I tend to forget that I have ties just as strong (all be they flung far and wide) all over America.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl-FSuhL6WlalYDTVMfnUUHXsuTqbxXey4ryA9a5ng70pP_GlkdPqj2c7OlDV1AC2h6v741mO_-emrcjFYe-fTReiQ0ClzjASQtL1Sj7lJJ1mgxLJGqetv5S3p6u6-x2_RF5oKGEJ32uU/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl-FSuhL6WlalYDTVMfnUUHXsuTqbxXey4ryA9a5ng70pP_GlkdPqj2c7OlDV1AC2h6v741mO_-emrcjFYe-fTReiQ0ClzjASQtL1Sj7lJJ1mgxLJGqetv5S3p6u6-x2_RF5oKGEJ32uU/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a>It's a bit like juggling two lives, but for some (those back in America) our life together is in a kind of suspended animation. We maintain all the vital signs and begin the auto defrost cycles on our cryogenic stasis pods to keep from developing freezer burn, but everything is slowed due to distance and the lack of shared experience. So, I guess it's my job to share more vigorously to prevent stasis lock.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZqGK9vwKVfc4WNOetehu7apmAmuXsFDrW_gX77XVBU22eeDgC1zBXeo7JKnEi4XDGV4n8M6Cj6n-NNklmHVepFIXjrkYN4R5l33XsSNS8TC2QGFKCUI-tfHco5_YvMgoJUOhF8wkucs/s1600/DSC_0094.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZqGK9vwKVfc4WNOetehu7apmAmuXsFDrW_gX77XVBU22eeDgC1zBXeo7JKnEi4XDGV4n8M6Cj6n-NNklmHVepFIXjrkYN4R5l33XsSNS8TC2QGFKCUI-tfHco5_YvMgoJUOhF8wkucs/s400/DSC_0094.JPG" /></a>In my past months I have:<br />
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<li>Oriented a group of 36 new JETs from all over the world to life in Kochi. That was a huge production and took a lot of planning with my fellow PA's. It went better than I could have hoped. </li>
<li>I floated down the Shimanto River numerous times with those friends I hold most dear whilst sipping on beers. </li>
<li>I hiked about 20 miles in seven hours for my first solo Henro excursion, which was beautiful, peaceful, and so dramatically different and vastly more gratifying than I expected solo hiking to be. </li>
<li>I sustained my first sorts related injury, due to the above mentioned solo hike, in the form of horribly shin splints on my right leg. (I am better now.)</li>
<li>I returned to Tokyo, just two weeks ago on Wednesday, for another PA training session. </li>
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Amid all of this there were many dinner parties, cooking adventures (if you have never gone to <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/">this</a> inter-web interest YOU MUST! She never leads me wrong in the recipe department), and other new and fantastic times with Colin, Marie, Mia, Jamie H, Jamie E, and the whole cast of favorite characters you may or may not know by name from the past year of posts.<br />
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Granted this isn't much, but it should at least paint a blurry picture of the past months for me. I will be making a bigger and better effort at keeping up with this whole writing thing. I like the idea of having a blog to look back on whenever I decided to return States side, and, after all, you've gotta keep those stasis pods at the right levels . . .<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">(DEAR SWEET LORD THIS IS LONG, LONG OVER DUE! I must, MUST DO BETTER) So first a not on the passing of time:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;">Well over two months ago I returned home on the anniversary of my first year in Japan. Fourteen hours on a plane, 5 full length feature films, two episodes of airplane TV, 1.5 warmed over cardboard tasting meals, and the seemingly mandatory unpleasantly rude and crowded two hour stagger through US immigration put me finally in the familiar embrace of my two very best friends.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Century; font-size: 100%;">(Now, you’ll notice, if you are an especially aware reader, that I went home way back in the beginning of August. Since we’re now to the late middle of October, I obviously have been a miserably undedicated narrator these past months. I hope to write another post with great haste to bring back the great and grand times of my past months, but let’s get back on track with the story at hand.)</span></div>
<span style="font-size: 100%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">My parents are simply put the best, and somehow my excitement to see them and the rest of my family destroyed the ever talked about trials of jetlag. I adjusted quickly to the time, and spent two weeks in Parkersburg (hence forth referred to as “The Burg”). I ate like a king for days on end. All the trappings of flavors long desired and seldom seen in Japan: salamis, cured meats, blue cheeses, cheap watermelon (this was fantastic), Mexican foods, Grandma’s angle food cake, and GOOD BEER (oh how I have missed good beers).</span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">While the food was fantastic, the company was the real treat of being home. The time spent with my grandparents was especially wonderful. I finally got a chance to photograph my grandfather’s old cars and barns (I have been waiting for the right camera for this job for years it seems, and my Nikon really came through).</span> </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: Century;">It was so great to spend those two weeks soaking in my family, but for all the greatness of my visit there was the undeniable strangeness of returning “home” to America. This can perhaps be best outlined by a shopping excursion to Sam’s Club. I never realized how different the shopping layouts and personal mannerisms of the crowds that surround you can affect you. Everything and everyone in Sam’s seemed huge and ridiculous to me. From the giagantor sized cuts of beef, pork, and chicken to the cheapness of the produce. From the towering ceilings to the super sized waist lines I saw, EVERYTHING WAS HUGE! It took my breath away, and blew my mind. My world was rocked. There were 100 times these realizations as I drove, walked, and looked upon my home town through the eyes of the me that has been living in Japan. This is something we’re told at every orientation meeting, and that I experienced personally when I returned from living in Nagasaki for a semester. Reverse culture shock is such a challenge for some, and for me I think it was made stronger by how much I adore my life here in Japan. NOT THAT I DIDN`T, OR DON`T, love my life back home, but my life here in Japan is so vastly different in so many ways that were I to return to living in The Burg it would seem like a great loss of many things I find comforting now. I won’t list those things, and know that many of them are the fantastic friends I’ve turned into my family away from family here, but it is safe to say that whenever I return to the States in a permanent way I predict it will take time to readjust to all the Americanisms.</span><span style="font-family: ArialMT;"></span></span></div>
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</div>A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469176749345923027.post-43278120488319723402011-07-20T06:03:00.000-07:002011-10-20T20:08:11.132-07:00Let’s Catching Up: Summer’s Come<div>
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Taste is such a potent sensation. Today my world tasted of bitter plums and overripe oranges, sweet tea and mango, and whiskey sours, homemade spinach mushroom pizzas, and farmer’s market tomatoes. All of these tastes are influenced by the brilliance of a cloud mottled sky set over a clear blue backdrop, a dramatic change from the darkness of yesterdays class 2 typhoon. Of course, it could just be the fact that I’m coming home for a visit in 8 days, a visit to clear my head and charge up those long depleted family circuits, that has me all bright and sunny. At any rate, much has happened since I attempted to blog in earnest. So, let’s see if I can make up a bit for lost time.</div>
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I sit in my Kitchen, deep cleaned for the looming trip home, with two fans oscillating. My shirt is off, and (unusually) it is pleasantly cool for summer in Kochi. the 48 plus hours of rain from the past several days, 1000 mm or 3.4 feet of water, must have wrung all the humidity out of the air. It feels like late winter felt here. Granted, late winter was T-shirt weather for me., but still, the cool is a welcome change of pace.</div>
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I’m finished with classes for the summer, and spending my days at school preparing for the incoming crowd of 31 fresh JETs from all over the English speaking world. I will fly to Tokyo in two days to welcome 14 of these fine young ones (some of which will doubtless be much older that I am) to the wonders of Japan. It is so strange to think that my full year in Japan anniversary hangs just a few days away. It feels like weeks, a testament to the truth behind that old saying, “ time flies, when you’re having fun”. In all seriousness though, My life here is like a dream 99% of the time. I spent last weekend floating down the last undamned river in Japan in a giant green inflatable pool (intended for children between that ages of 6 and 13) with a man who I consider my brother. For 1.5 hours we talked of the brilliance of our decision to come to Japan, and how we couldn’t imagine what life would have been had we chosen another path. Sure, we talked of many other things, we sipped beers, but the takeaway message is that we both feel (like many of my other dear friends here) that we are exactly where we need to be right now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Nakamura, one of my many home away from homes in Kochi Prefecture, is full of faces I love, and we had a grand time of cooking, eating, and lounging in the Kochi, pre typhoon, sun. Then, post long weekend of great fun, came a Monday and Tuesday where the cloud cover did not break, the rain did not stop, and the wind bent trees in two. Typhoon MA was the equivalent of a class 2 hurricane. Other than the trains being shut down and school being called off for two days, it just seemed like a big storm. HOWEVER, it destroyed my garden. I watched in surprise and horror as my cucumbers went from strong and resilient behind their cement barrier to a giant double potted kite sailing on the rainy winds into the fortified tomatoes I had placed on the ground for protection. The cucumbers, rest well my fallen friends, only produced one fruit, and managed to almost take out my tomato and basil plants with them, but today was repot day and things are looking good. </div>
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Reasons for my business:<br />
1. I am now one of four Kochi Prefectural Advisors (advisors, counselors, and event planners for the JETs in Kochi Prefecture)<br />
2. It is now exam season at Susaki High School so I have been giving interview tests, and am waist deep into writing the writen exams.<br />
3. As a P.A. I must help plan the Kochi Orientation for new JETs arriving in August.<br />
4. I am also a member of the Tokyo Orientation Staff for this years frist wave of new JETs, so I get to go greet them and the air port and help them adjust to the imediatness of their new (hopefully kickass) lives in Japan.<br />
5. Goodbye parties for dear friends returning to their respective homes have been happening.<br />
6. I am plotting a trip back to the states for myself in 25 days.<br />
7. Frisbee tournaments<br />
8. Canada`s birthday<br />
9. I still try to cook and run as much as possible.<br />
10. Rainy season came and went in Japan (thank the great wind and sun gods it has gone).<br />
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(maybe the photos will do a better job of catching you up than my time seems to allow me to). I will do better in the months to come, I hope. I am endlessly happy and healthy (luckily), and hope your are all graced with the same joys.A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469176749345923027.post-37158186788515601052011-05-16T07:32:00.000-07:002011-10-20T20:09:49.201-07:00Rumination<div style="text-align: center;">
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There are so many stories I have to catch this blog up with. So many significant episodes in my daily existence – meaningful doodles scribed in brilliant colors, far brighter than anything some rainbow could imagine. Were I to try to write them all I fear I’d fill every page the internet had left. Moments like walking atop ice and snow crusted trails with fearful friends, a snake curling out from towering golden grasses to cross a raining beach side path, a teammates five year old daughter calling me Kuma-chan and hugging me hello, or any of the many times our family here has raised our glasses and in ritualized unison - beginning the night with a, “Kampai!” and a smile. This weekend was no different.</div>
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We celebrated the birthday of the much loved Cat. With a long planned BBQ in a wisteria topped park. A chance to catch up with Colin (who has been an unfortunate missing piece to my Kochi family puzzle of late), and the usual cast of Kochi City loved ones. </div>
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I started the charcoal grill, and spent the early part of the gathering tending it. Once everyone arrived and the typical amalgamation of laughter, eating, and the multitude of conversations whipped about my ears I noticed the sound of the fire cracking, onions sizzling, and meat searing. I take note of this because it is as much a part of the experience for me as my friend’s voices. The sounds of cooking. I am beginning to realize that motions and sounds of a kitchen (makeshift or fully stocked) are one of my greatest comforts in life. Perhaps it is that I have just spent a lot of time invested in learning about foods and how to make them taste good, but I like to imagine that it goes beyond my personal investment in the culinary world. To me the popping fat on fire, or the searing sound of a well caramelized piece of beef takes me back to sitting on the counter as my father prepared dinner before my mother came home from work, or perhaps to just before Thanksgiving dinner as my Grandfather exchanged stories and my grandmother pulled the turkey (golden and crisp) from the oven after a day under her watchful gaze, or perhaps . . . to any other significant meal. For me cooking amidst friends is a full sensory activity. The mind is playing in a field of friendly voices, the heat of the cook fire, the coolness of the metal tongs, the rhythmic dicing of steel edge on wooden chopping board, smells carried on steam from simmering pots, and laughter. Here in Kochi, there is always laughter.</div>
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So we ate and laughed. The sun was bright. The wind blew. I lead a life filled with so much happiness it is hard at times for me to believe that I could be so lucky. To be able to see all those memories (to be taken back home in a sense) by simply cooking is a feeling I hope to never loose. There used to be a sign above my bed that had three quotes on it. It said, “Eat good food. Clean up your mess. Be kind.” I like to think that those are three of the guiding factors in my life.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Never thought I would be so excited to see Japan fall from the headlines and demonic scrutinizes of the international media. The triple-header tragedy of the quake, tsunami, and power plant melt down (these rumors were more exaggerated than anything I could ever have dreamed of) really put Japan in a bad emotional hole. To have so many things happen in such a short time put many people on edge, but what made that edge infinitely scarier was the flood of highly overly sensationalized news which read (from the point of view of this person living in Japan looking out) like the reporters were writing for ratings rather than to report honestly. HOWEVER, tragedy and sorry have flared elsewhere and the world has turned it’s eyes to other, fresher smelling, disasters in need of publication. The relief effort continues in the north. It greaves me to say that today they officially found the first American English teacher to perish in the tsunami. She was here with her family from Virginia (specifically Richmond I believe). My heart goes out to all those who have suffered losses. </span></div>
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My love to all of you, and my thanks to any who worried over me (please do not mistake my scolding of the international media as anger with you all for caring for my safety). Be assured that I am safe, and very well. Things continue to move ever forward, and tomorrow the sun will still rise. Be kind! </div>
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<span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">Sakemura Sensei is one of the Japanese gentlemen on the later side of middle age who speaks with me frequently. His slightly thinning hair is always combed back, his sport coats are not the flat black overly formal business suits of the other younger teachers at my school (he opts for the more scholarly tweed) , he smokes like a chimney, collects old books, reads poetry, speaks remarkable English, possesses vast knowledge of Japanese cultural traditions, and is refreshingly always honest and direct when we speak. He frequently asks me questions like, “Andrew, American politics. You, think they make sense? Always fighting. Why?” or last week on Wednesday, “Do you know Japanese nationalists? They want foreigners to leave Japan. I dislike their idea. How do they make you feel? Offended?” His delivery of these challenging questions is always afloat with a big smile and a slight chuckle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have never seen him flustered, tired, or not busy about his job of being the office renaissance man of mystery and intrigue, until last Friday.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">Today, upon walking into my teacher’s office I found most of the teachers bustling about their various red tape encrusted duties. They scurry through the morning meeting I never understand, and then they all dash back the their desk consumed by grading and rustling papers. Sakemura Sensei remains slouched at his desk, were you to casually walk bye him you might think he was napping. His eyes glued to his Iphone’s news feed. He reads for twenty minutes and then rises to heavily rub is hands about his temples. They shake with strain, as though he was straining to push the very thoughts from his mind. He turns to me and says, “I cannot see Japan’s future. If it was just earthquake, or just tsunami we rebuild easy. But all of this,” he looks about for the right English words. “All of this, maybe we cannot export from the north, we cannot repair because of radiation. I cannot help. Maybe Japans history there will stop. It’s unbelievable. We can do nothing.”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;"> </span></div>
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Japan is used to living with the threat of great disaster. Being one of the most geologically active areas of the world there is a constant potential for natural disasters. In 1923 the Kanto quake decimated the Kobe. A quake like it is predicted to happen every 70 years along those fault lines. Kochi itself lives in the shadow of the Nankai quake. Guessed to happen every 90 years (it would be an 8.0 or higher quake guessed to last for at least 100 seconds. The 9.0 quake that just occurred lasted for 150 seconds.) Their answer to this known fear is preparation (I have never seen footage of such organized, polite, and restrained evacuation and panic). This country has an amazing capacity to rebuild. Look to the scars of World War II – Nagasaki, Hiroshima, and Tokyo. Huge parts of these cities decimated by the fires of war. Now, each city thrives (this is a strange comparison but the best I can draw). To visit them is to look in disbelief that miles upon miles of city that was once reduced to rubble and ash. I have never doubted Japan’s capability to cope with tragedy on a physical level. They set about their work immediately. Rebuild and continue to live while remembering what was lost,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>but what of Sakemura Sensei’s unusual candidness with me. How do the Japanese process tragedy and loss as individuals? How well does consoling translate?</div>
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These are all things I’m still searching through. I like to think all the JETs are dealing with and looking for ways to cope with the tide of disastrous news and best provide aid to those in need in this country. At the moment donating to the Red Cross seems to be the first most helpful step. I have been told attempts to organize trips for the relief effort were shot down as bad ideas, and until a clearer path opens up the best and only thing to do is think of those in need. My classes are over . . . so I have free time. I have been following the news a lot. Keep Japan in your thoughts. Donate to the Red Cross Relief effort in Japan (I believe there is a way to specify I am still searching through those channels I will post a link once I find the correct ones to go through). In times of great disaster there must always be hope. Never forget that. Be kind, donate if you are able, and stay connected. </div>
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Based on info from the <span class=" fbUnderline" style="text-decoration: underline;">Science Media Centre of Japan</span> updated at 2:48am, 15th March 2011</div>
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Japanese link: <a href="http://smc-japan.sakura.ne.jp/?p=956" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">http://smc-japan.sakura.ne.jp/?p=956</a></div>
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The following is a summary of the topics mentioned in the original Japanese article, with references to the English article. I do not guarantee the validity or accuracy of the original information.</div>
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About radiation exposure</div>
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<li>Even if only a few dozen to a few hundred radioactive atoms are attached to the skin, Geiger counters are sensitive enough to detect it.</li>
<li>The radiation levels reported to be released into the atmosphere right now is of no significant concern for wildlife/fish in the area. Many substances that release radiation exist naturally in nature.</li>
<li>At this point, there is no significant contamination to vegetation and crops in the area.</li>
<li>Right now at the No.1 Reactor the core is intact and it is releasing small amounts of radiation.</li>
<li>Crops in the surrounding area will have to be tested for future consumption. However we need not be afraid of the food grown there if it were to be deemed safe for consumption. Normally we consume trace amounts of radiation in our food on a daily basis.</li>
<li>There is no threat to surrounding fish and marine life at the moment.</li>
<li>The process of radiation transferral for marine life are such: 1) first the small amounts of radiation has to dissolve into the sea, 2) it gets thinned out by the ocean, 3) then trace amounts may be ingested by the marine life. By then the effects would be miniscule.</li>
<li>On the evacuation zone: please follow the guidelines issued by the government and local municipalities, and not to trust internet sources or hearsay.</li>
<li>On whether it is safe or not in Tokyo: Fukushima and Tokyo are 200km apart, so taking into consideration exponential thinning out of radiation by air the farther it is from the center, there is no reason for alarm in Tokyo.</li>
<li>At the incident on Three Mile Island similar to this one where the core stayed intact, the risk was contained within a 16km (10mile) radius</li>
<li>For the exposed people in the area, a change of fresh clothes and washing hands and face with soap will take away most of the radioactive particles attached to them.</li>
<li>In order to release pressure from the core reactor, vents have been opened and inevitably some radiation was released into the atmosphere.</li>
<li>The level of risk is at “level 4” right now (level 8 maximum), but it means that there is no major breach of the core surface. Some radiation has leaked into the atmosphere, but not at a harmful level. At Three Mile Island the level was 5 and the evacuation zone at Fukushima is based on that higher level. For more information on International Nuclear Event Scale:<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Nuclear_Event_Scale" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Nuclear_Event_Scale</a></li>
<li>Iodine 131 is heavier than air, and if the wind is not strong it wouldn’t go very far. Half life is a short 8 days.</li>
<li>Half life refers to the time it takes for the radioactive substance to reduce by half. Iodine is 8 days, Xenon 137 is 3.8 minutes, and Cesium 137 is 30 years.</li>
<li>The shorter the half life the more radiation it emits in a short span of time. The longer the half life, the more stable it is and less radioactive. However whether slow release of radiation over a long period of time has any significant effect on health will have to be studied further.</li>
<li>Xenon 137 has a half life of 3.8 minutes but can mutate into Cesium 137 which is 30 years.</li>
<li>The reported number of people “exposed” only had minute levels detected on sensitive equipment. Their health is generally not at risk, especially after cleaning of their hands, face and clothes.</li>
<li>Advice on evacuation: keep calm, and do not act alone. Because accidents can occur out of panic. At the moment the radiation levels around the plant are lowering, so no special measures need to be taken. To be on the safe side you may want to wear masks.</li>
<li>Iodine 131 vaporises easily and can be absorbed into the body. However it is used in the treatment of thyroids and there has been no evidence in past treatments that it would lead to thyroid cancer.</li>
<li>With the exception of iodine products labelled “stable iodine preparation”, other products should not be consumed as it may cause more harm than good.</li>
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About cooling of the reactor core and the recent explosions</div>
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<li>A hydrogen explosion occurred but the containment vessel (fourth wall) has not been damaged. Check out the diagram of the construction here:<a href="http://www.kepco.co.jp/bestmix/contents/16.html" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">http://www.kepco.co.jp/bestmix/contents/16.html</a></li>
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<li>Hydrogen gas is produced by fuel rods in the reactor vessel and leaked out, reacting with the oxygen in the housing around the reactor, causing an explosion. This is not the same as a hydrogen bomb explosion and is simply a chemical reaction between hydrogen and oxygen to produce water.</li>
<li>The core is protected by 5 walls, explosion happened in the space between the 4th and the 5th, rupturing the 5th. Because the 3rd and 4th walls are intact, there is no major risk of large amounts of radioactive substance leaking into the atmosphere.</li>
<li>The reactor is filled with nitrogen so it’s unlikely that a chain explosion can occur without oxygen.</li>
<li>A “runaway nuclear explosion” that occurred at Chernobyl refers to out of control nuclear fission and is different to this situation. At Fukushima, the nuclear core has stopped operating, but it is still necessary to cool the reactor down.</li>
<li>The Chernobyl reactor is based on the RMBK (Russian acronym) model and different to the one at Fukushima which is the BWR (Boiling Water Reactor). RMBK’s flaw is that if control rods are inserted output automatically increases and becomes unstable, eventually building up to extraordinary levels. The BWR does not have this problem, and will not increase output exponentially like the RMBK does.</li>
<li>At Chernobyl there was no containment vessel and on top of that the core was damaged and exposed. The Fukushima Reactor is currently within safe levels, with the core and containment vessel still intact.</li>
<li>At Chernobyl there was not adequate monitoring of the levels emitted and it wasn’t until cancer and other resultant harm was discovered that the extent of the disaster was known. At Fukushima continuous monitoring is being undertaken.</li>
<li>There is no risk of the disaster seen at Chernobyl because the core is still contained and the nuclear chain reactions have stopped. There is no risk to surrounding countries as of now.</li>
<li>As long as the fuel rods are fully covered with water the cooling can be sustained and there will be no risk of a meltdown of the core. There was an incident where sea water pumped to cool the rods was halted due to a lack of power to the pumps on the 14th March, but the water cooling process has resumed since then.</li>
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</div>A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469176749345923027.post-46645238265688420592011-03-11T17:46:00.001-08:002011-10-20T20:15:38.689-07:00Update<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">I had another post ready and written, but it seems rather unsubstantial right<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>now. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">A massive 8.9 earthquake struck off the coast of northern Japan yesterday at 2. It sent a 10 meter high tsunami rolling towards coastal cities carrying away cars, homes, and lives. I am fine! Kochi has been on tsunami watch since yesterday. I live on some of the highest ground in my city, and it is also a major evacuation sight for the city. The photos and video being streamed are otherworldly. Destruction on a scale I have trouble comprehending. Your thoughts and hopes need to up north where the damage was so terrible. Japan is perhaps the most prepared country in the world to deal with a quake of this magnitude. This country’s response to this disaster has deeply impressed me, and my JET community in Kochi’s response, support, and constant contact with each other reminds me of how lucky I am to live with such a great adopted family. As I spent the night telling my friends all over Japan, stay warm, stay safe, and stay connected all my love. </span></div>A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469176749345923027.post-4646935710591098282011-02-22T04:54:00.000-08:002011-02-22T05:30:01.852-08:00Nude<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: medium; ">Ok folks this one’s a doozey. So; strap in, get a beverage of your </span><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">choosing befitting your time zone and mood, maybe a handful of salted almonds or some other </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">munchy nibblings, and get ready for a read.</span></span></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Last weekend was perhaps the most uniquely Japanese experience I’ve had to date. Five ALTs from Kochi forged out a chapter writte</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: medium; ">n in the book of my life to be forever told down t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: medium; ">he family line, a story of the mysterious and strange practices - of a culture from the other side of the world, a festival for purity and luck, and more than anything else - nakedness. The festival is called the Okayama Hadaka Matsuri (Naked Man for short ).</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Check the link here (</span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hadaka_matsuri"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hadaka_matsuri</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">) for some more information. I signed up with Colin, Jon, Matt, and Jamie E. long ago, and had been doing nothing but reading about it, and getting progressively more and more worried over the distinct possibility that I could be trampled in what, for lack of a more refined description, is a 9000 naked man mosh pit. Why a mosh pit? Why naked? Why WHY WHY? Well. The best way to answer that is for me to recount my tale as it was experienced.</span></span><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Phase one of naked man:</span></b></span><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ask other JETs you know from home about things not to be missed in Japan. First time hearing about Naked Man. Upon getting an e-mail about naked man attempt to get your friends to sign up for Naked Man, because no one wants to be naked and alone. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Phase two of naked man:</span></b></span><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Spend two to three weeks chatting with friends about various tid-bits of information filtered through various sources of how crazy it will be. Doubt your decision to attend for the first time. Listen to horror stories from other JETs about wearing a fundoshi (the Japanese sumo style loin cloth).</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Phase three:</span></b></span><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Send in payment for naked man registration.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Phase four:</span></b></span><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The week has finally arrived, you have hotels booked, your bus tickets arranged, and a ball of anxiousness and modesty bouncing about your stomach like a spiny peach pit accidentally swallowed whole. Despite the aforementioned nervous peach pit, traveling with friends goes well. Hotel bookings work, and suddenly you are on the bus nervously sipping on a beer, and tapping your fidgety fingers as you and your Kochi friends listen to the overly consumed chants of people still lingering a bit too much in the shadow of Belushi`s interpretation of Bluto Blutarsky.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Phase five:</span></b></span><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Arrive at the event and spend about two hours walking about familiarizing yourself with the temple layout. Listen as you are told where you will be sprinting through cold cold COLD pools of purifying water. Watch the incredible taiko group in red uniforms and feel the rattle of the drums in your chest as you chomp down a stick of yaki niku (meat on a stick). [I would like to take this time to say that out of all the many snack, junk, festival foods in Japan (and not discounting my unyielding love for all forms of takoyaki, grilled onion pancake, octopus balls of joy) there is little more satisfying than a good kabob of well peppered beef or pork a drip in its own fatty juices and sweated soy sauce.]</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Phase six:</span></b></span><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Buy the dreaded fundoshi (roll of cloth to be wrapped about one’s privates for some semblance of modesty). So now, the event is explained in full just as we are about to walk into the changing tent. Listen as you are told that you will be competing for a “magic stick”. There are approximately 20 thrown out from the sealing of the temple at 10:00 as the lights are turned out. Before that happens hoards of mostly naked men will run a loop around the temple chanting, “Wa-shoi!” as they run. You will sprint through the previously seen waist deep purification pond, then up to the main temple to pray, then through the viewing section where you will have ice water thrown at you, pray again at second temple, then sprint out and through the streets, and repeat until the officials tell you to go line up around the temple. Once there you are told that the crowed will grow slowly at first until you are crushed, unable to put your arms down, unable to turn around, and unable to have much of any say as to where you go at all for the remainder of your night. Stare blankly when you hear that the crowed will potentially sway up to seven feet. . . once again ease away the thoughts of doubt swirling about your head, after all – you already bought the loin cloth.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Phase seven:</span></b></span><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Awkwardly undress in giant makeshift locker room. Write your name, address, and phone number on identification card to be stuffed into your loincloth. Wait naked in line with fundoshi for Japanese man to help you put on the large cloth diaper.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Phase eight:</span></b></span><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Real in horror as you are chosen to be the first of your friends to be wrapped into the fundoshi.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Phase nine:</span></b></span><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Receive the worst wedgy of your life. I am talking lift you off the ground, take your breath away, OH DEAR JESUS that’s not going anywhere mother have mercy.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Phase ten:</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Smile with vindictive amusement as your friends all receive the same atomic wedgy from hell that you just suffered through. Now, to your astonishment, you are ready to run the course and from here on out it’s all kinda gonna happen quicker than you will believe.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPeX0fm68QDdg4GE7VWHLLT138Vl8Ud2eauOcXLpH5UZn3YwnosRrKcDyd_JwWm3OvFj6hLDpJdb3sQAei3if9pq0QI4RahP_cjB4FtSCNP9czKBhs3kdmvr2e7eyJtbRaWwkIpQV5s0/s320/naked-man-festival03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576502981342970514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So you tear off through the gates into the February chill, and there are already chanting teams of Japanese men running about. With a Kochi, Kochi, Kochi cheer you see your friend give a quick, unsure, kiss to his girl friend (the others anxiously pat one another on the back and stare wide eyed), and then your off jogging in rhythm to chants. Your feet are less offended by running essentially barefoot on cement and gravel than you thought they would be. It’s a good pace, one you could keep for hours. The crowd cheers for you all. Hands extended out for high fives from the gargantuan white men, all pale and big nosed. You get to the purity pond, and the breath goes out of you as you plunge in up to your waist. And then it’s over. Out, pray, shower of cold water from fans, pray again, out and around the temple, and repeat! Again, again, and again! Seven, eight, maybe even nine times you all run through with the coolness of the water lessening with each pass, and your chants getting more and more vivacious. The temple starts to pack in, and you want a good spot away from the steps (they are steep and made of stone. You’d hate to fall down them as the masses heave). You think . . . this isn’t too bad. It’s like a rock concert. Then another wave of runners hits, and another, and another and like the sea it flows in and then pulls back, and with each swelling of this fleshy sweaty tide it crushes you a little more till you are forced to put your arms up for fear of loosing use of them, and you stagger on tip toes to keep from falling (even though you’re wedged in so tight you couldn’t fall were you to loose your feet). You maintain eye contact with your friends, and look about wide-eyed as you hear that there is still about an hour to go before they throw the sticks. So, you stand and sway, and sweat, and watch as the steam from body heat billows out from the epicenter of this man mass. (You take a second to think . . . oh god, gross!) Then the lights go out and suddenly there are tiny bundles of sticks flying. The pressure breaks as fights and shoving matches for the single big luck (big money) stick break out, and your feel your friend poke you in the side with something small and wooden and hear him say, “I don’t know if it is the one, but help me.” Friend shoves would be magic stick in loin cloth, you push him out avoiding agitated old crotchety men gnarled like trees with whipping leathery arms. He makes it out, and you return to the fray to search for your other friends, and then . . . it’s over. You dress, hug your other friends who just watched . . . and go home to your hotel room where you shower and just think, “ well damn”.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So that was naked man. The stick that my friend Carter got was a fake one, still lucky, but not worth any money. A team of older men came away with the big luck (40,000 dollar stick). It has all the feelings of a cleanse. The sweating, the difference in temperature, the hours of physical exertion, and the fact that the whole time you are discarding any sense of modesty or self-consciousness you had (because you are birthday suiting it all through the town and PEOPLE ARE EXCITED ABOUT IT!?) The younger Japanese men give you vigorous high fives, and you even get a few hugs. There is the sense that they are as freaked out by it as you were, and that even though you never felt like you were going to die . . . you wouldn’t really want to do it again. The older generation still looks at you with skepticism a bit. Perhaps a quick smile if you were to wave, like they are saying, “yeah, you can be here, but you are never going to get that lucky stick”.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And that was that, we returned home, and I went back to work. Tonight I’ve made a Chinese style steamed fish (thanks for inspiring me Michelle Wigs this thing was delicious at Chinese new year so I’m doing it again). </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkUtAm7vqPJ_KYLjjrPD2TcWdk_na5XVoskQ0dYaIADkvqOR16M-Cxr-hfiIKWFL9Ug7YiP7DJdcjt0X9PIHIfUJqKUIKILayb4HaQG1r27xqgVx33Nq2tHAW54wfQYR7GVLhsq7wJgwc/s320/DSC_0022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576502976733274882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My days at school are still boring, and I am still reassessing what I want my time in Japan to be like, but over all I am still having a really great time. After meeting the other, very frat boyish, JETs from other prefectures I am so happy to be in Kochi with the family dynamic we have created, but I will save that revelation and pontification for another post. I think this one’s given it all it can give. Sorry I don't have any photos of me actually at Naked Man, but the photo of the crowd should give you some idea of exactly how packed it was. Lastly cherry blossoms are starting to come out. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRmAW0-SJ2VO7xw6aNHQjkA8q75ko3m58jnaM3iptkosiU32PkWA-lj9oJgVlxuTQgCmfRaX6iMpa3EP1197oYrzZ1pSnUebosVmFcP-3mzC6uhH_wVjTUnzQmfWcTMnXCJ-f5tBY1xtw/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576502978709804226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></p><div><span style="font-family:TimesNewRomanPSMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">More to come.</span></span><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469176749345923027.post-45873304451499108022011-02-17T06:02:00.000-08:002011-10-20T20:16:40.904-07:00The Promised Garden!<div>
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Hello interweb minions, all . . . five of you? Maybe? I’m coming to you from the rainiest week we’ve had in a long LONG time. Grey skies, hard rains all day, and if I’m being honest the hardest week I’ve had in Japan (for reasons I shall not elaborate on). That being said, I’ve always felt blogs are not the place to rant, rave, vent, or talk overly about one’s sorrows and hard times. No one wants to read that. So, I will simply say that I’m so grateful for the joys in my life here in Japan, and quote Mr. Bruce Cockburn (can’t do it without winking in mom’s general direction), “I bin through the ringer but I’m ok.” </div>
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So! With that cheery precaution out of the way. It’s finally time for some garden pictures! For those of you who do actually read this blog, last summer I started to learn about gardening with my dad. We bought seeds, made cold frames, and did the whole 9 yards. It was an absolute blast. Watching it grow each day, spending quality time with the parental units, and also I may be a tad bit addicted to the sensation of pride taken when one can say, “Oh, all this food – I grew it!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Long ago I walked the fifteen minutes to the hardware/ home store and bought a small green house, some soil, pots, and winterish seeds: kale, spinach, radishes, and broccoli.</div>
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The broccoli has only just sprouted, the kale (which I am not sure is really kale despite what I’m 90% sure the seeds said) and spinach are fantastic, and the radishes are now huge sprouts (which I may have been eating on salads because I don’t really love radishes). </div>
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This tiny box of greens will hopefully expand come spring. I plan on adding a few tomato plants and some herbs. What with travel I can’t get too genki with the garden dreams, but to do nothing would cause me a far greater loss.</div>
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In other news, went skiing for the first time with Colin, Kei, Jamie E., Marie, Gabriella, and Jayka. We all stayed at a big riokan (Japanese style hotel) in Ehime and went to the Kuma (bear ha ha fitting) Skie Land. After a whole day of attempting each, snowboarding and skiing I was left batter and feeling much like I did after attempting to ride the JET community bike cold turkey through Kochi City last summer. Just imagine a real bear trying to ski. . . not a pretty sight – but pretty funny when he falls down laughing hysterically every 4.5 seconds. It snowed heavily, and the sight of snow really helped lift up my opinion of Japan winters. As stated winter without snow is no fun. </div>
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So all in all things are on the up I believe. I’ll pick back up, and continue to have a great time here with the family I’m getting ever closer to here in Japan. As one door closes new ones open. Forever beginning there is an end, and for every ending a beginning. The end is where we start from. Love with all your heart folks. More to come. </div>
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<br /></div>A. Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00232039300396756972noreply@blogger.com0