Presents

I just love presents. I had a student today who told me last week that she was going to bring a purse for me to send to my mother as a get well gift. At the time I was hoping that the purse wasn’t too nice because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to part with it. No fear though, she brought one for me too. Yea!! And she brought other presents too! She brought little juggly things and a beautiful traditional Japanese bowl. I had told her that I wanted traditional Japanese goods to take home with me. Fun!

My purse:

My bag

And Mom’s:

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Mom’s small bag front:

Small bag front

and back:

Small bag back

Little juggly things:

Juggling

And the gorgeous bowl:

Bowl

Kindergarten Bus

Japanese children start kindergarten at age 3 and end at age 5 or 6.  But, their school buses totally rock.  I wish I had gotten to ride to school in one of these as a kid.  How fun would that be?!

Kindergarten bus 2

Boy Toys

Yesterday, D.J. and I drove up to the Yokota air base (about 2 1/2 hours away) to pick up a co-worker that’s brand new to Japan.  He arrived with his family and we brought them back to the Lodge on base.  We are sponsoring them, which just means that we’re helping them get settled in Japan and help them figure out what all they need to do.  But, anyway, when we arrived we found out that it was going to take about an hour to get all the passengers off the plane, so D.J. and I went over and got some lunch at the Burger King on base.  Which is where we discovered that they didn’t have any more boy toys.  Well…I just wanted to leave straight away after finding that out.  What use is it when you can’t get a good boy toy?  You have to get an alternative one?  Is that one that sits around listening to Green Day or something?  Sad.

Boy Toys

Far from home

I think I’ve said it before here, but I’ll say it again.  I love Japan, but I’m done.  I’m good and I’m ready to move back home to the states.  My mom has cancer and just went through surgery on Monday.  So, I’ve been calling my Dad and my sister religiously trying to get updates and see how everything is going.  Things were a little rough for awhile, but now she seems to finally be getting a little better and hopefully she’ll be released from the hospital soon.  It’s really painful to be stuck in Japan when I really want to be home.  I hate being this far away.  It’ll be nice when regardless of where we’re stationed, I can get home in a day and a few hundred dollars (as opposed to a couple thousand).

Yesterday I was at Shara’s house to meet some workers who came to fix her tub while she was at work.  I was looking at a book on Japanese decorating and afterward I went and bought it at the NEX.  I’ll spend the next couple of months collecting items that I’ll want to take back with me.  I can fill the house with traditional Japanese items that will remind me of all the good times I’ve had over here.  I’ll miss Japan and the people and I’m sure I’ll think back with longing, but I’m ready to go home.

Lookin’ Good for Jesus

I heard this on NPR and found the article on BBC News. Sounds like the “Get Tight with Christ” hand and body cream would work well.  Perhaps the “Virtuous vanilla” lip balm would be better?  I guess now we’ll never know.

Crime, criminals, air travel and the like

After a few days off line due to internet and software troubles, I’m back! And back to posting regularly. I started this last week, but saved it as a draft right before the big mess. Here you go.

This topic has come up several times this week so I thought I’d write a bit about it. What got me started was an article that I found on the BBC Teaching English website. Often when I have a lesson, I’ll do a bit about what’s going on in the news. These articles are great for our lessons since they add new vocabulary and we get to actually talk about something current instead of just talking about grammar and other tedious things. So, this past Tuesday I had a lesson in which we talked about the new biometric visas required for foreign entry into the U.K. I explained to my student that fingerprinting was necessary for foreigners to enter both the U.S. and Japan as well. In the U.S., non-residents have had two fingers scanned on entry since 2004. And they are now starting to roll out the ten digit scanners in select airports, which bring along their own costs and benefits (the story about the guy whose fingerprints were misidentified and thus spent 43 days in prison or the guy whose prints were wrongly assigned to a convicted murderer scares the hell out of me). But I digress.

Anyway, my student had no idea that her own country required the fingerprinting of foreigners. She was also unaware of the ID card that foreigners are forced to carry at all times (and can be subject to sporadic police checks). Apparently the checks have become less frequent by the local police, but it can and still does happen. As a S.O.F.A. (status of forces agreement) sponsored individual in Japan, neither of these practices apply to me.

Then, later on in the week I came across Jason’s blog post about crime in Japan (which is extremely interesting, btw). Jason brings up a lot of interesting stats on the increase of crime and how the media keep touting the increase of crime by foreigners and how it’s such a problem. And I definitely think the inclusion of offenses like traffic tickets and the like are totally crazy. But, the Japanese are totally different from us and even though they are so international, they seem much less exposed to other cultures than Americans are. Americans have to deal with others from other areas so often that we’re somewhat forced to deal, but not so in Japan. I know I still get started at openly when traveling. My neighbor often warns me not to leave the house unlocked at any time due to the “foreigners” burglarizing the area – mostly Pakistani’s. I don’t know where she gets her “info” and I suspect it’s extremely false since in the year and a half I’ve lived here, the only place I’ve ever seen anyone of Indian or Pakistani descent is working in an Indian restaurant.

And in while I don’t want to defend the Japanese media for touting the giant increase of foreign crime, I wonder if that isn’t because of the big headline crimes. Sure there are drunken fights and DUI’s, but it’s the violent attacks. A few years ago a sailor here brutally attacked an elderly woman for a small amount of money. And then Monday there was another rape. In Okinawa a U.S. marine allegedly raped a young girl, which echoes the rape in 1995 which almost got the military kicked out of Okinawa. It definitely reflects badly on us, but they are pretty infrequent events (considering all the crime in America). I talked to another student about it on Friday and she agreed that while it was a shame and terrible, that Japan needs the U.S. military here in order to protect them from China and Korea. She definitely does not want to see us leave. I wonder if that is a popular sentiment.

I also came across this post where the author delves into how the police can pretty much do what they want. It just seems like such a paradox to me. They are terrified of foreigners and how “much crime they bring with them,” and yet the police can do pretty much whatever they want. They can fingerprint foreigners, keep them ID’d, keep them in prison for indefinite periods of time, question them at their discretion and whatnot.

Could it be the insecurity of not being able to defend themselves internationally that fuels the paranoia of being able to defend themselves against foreigners in their homeland, or is it just racism? I honestly don’t know.

It’s snowy in Sapporo

Friday I took a flight to Sapporo to meet D.J. and the boat. It’s an hour and a half flight north (ten hours or so and more expensive by train). We then took the express train about a half hour north west to Otaru. That’s where the boat had pulled in and we were able to get hotel reservations. Sapporo was PACKED because of the snow and ice festival that was going on. The weather here south of Tokyo is in the 50′s and sunny. There it was in the 20′s and sunny. Beautiful. Also, before I forget – there are a ton more photos on Flickr. Click on the tab to the right to look at even more photos of the festival.

We ate at a Yakuniku restaurant after dropping my stuff at the hotel. That’s where you cook meat on a grill in front of you. It was yummy and after walking around a little and checking out the small light festival we went to bed. The hotel room was HOT. We were on the 11th floor and had no way to open the windows. It was so amazingly hot and stuffy – sleeping was pretty horrid both nights.

Otaru river by night

Saturday morning we ate at the complementary breakfast. This was my first exposure to a real Japanese breakfast. It was not all that surprising, but interesting nonetheless. They had hard boiled eggs, seaweed, meatballs, miso soup, fruit cocktail, cornflakes, rolls, salad, dried salmon and french fries. Interesting, huh?

We then headed into Sapporo to check out the festival.

syphanx by day

The crush of people was a bit much. I’m used to it, but I’m quickly getting tired of it. Getting shoved and pushed makes me wonder how they treat each other. I got the feeling that they push me because as a foreigner, I wouldn’t understand the Japanese phrase for excuse me. Instead they shove me out of the way. Between the shoving and pushing and the looks we were getting, the whole area seemed quite racist. Both of us got the distinct feeling that we weren’t welcome. Especially in the quiet town of Otaru.

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peacock by day

pagoda by day

Bailey’s

There were quite a few of these bars. We came back after dark and got a couple of shots of hot Bailey’s. We stopped by the next hut too and got some champagne. I had a glass of Dom and D.J. enjoyed a glass of Moet. Aren’t you jealous?

ice house by day
Then after dinner we came back to see everything all lit up.

Ice house at night

world at night

fishing at night

D.J. especially enjoyed this picture of the guy fishing.

carving at night

animal lights

kate and dj

After a very long night of wandering we returned and slept fitfully at the hotel. Sunday we just wandered a little around Otaru, got some sushi lunch and dessert at the Otaru brewery and then headed to the airport.

Kate by snow

Otaru city

Otaru river daytime

The sea

A crack vs. some crack

I had a lesson yesterday afternoon (my favorite lesson) and we were going over some idioms. One of the idioms was “to crack a smile.” I was explaining what crack meant and she was finally understanding me and said, “Oh! Like you have some crap in a glass!” I busted up and explained that the pronunciation was crack. Not crap. She looked up the meaning of crap in her little electronic dictionary and we both laughed for awhile. “Ok, ok. I get it now. It’s like you have some crack in a glass!” Oh honey, no. Then I had to explain that the words “some” and “a” change the meaning of the sentence completely. And I explained what it meant to have some crack in a glass. I think it was a very enlightening conversation for her. We actually lost track of time completely and our one hour lesson turned into two. Next week we’re going to get lunch after our lesson. Hopefully she won’t get any crap or crack in her drinking glass.

Stuck and covered in snow

Shara decided to come to my house yesterday and we were going to go hike in the woods and snow. Well, she calls just outside of the neighborhood and tells me that her car is stuck. She’s going to try to turn around and go home because the roads were really bad and getting worse. So, about ten minutes later she calls back and tells me that a couple of people helped her push her car and she’s still on her way. Since she was closer to my house than hers, she figured she ought to keep coming. And she made it to my hill. Her tires weren’t going to get her up this sucker. As you can see, this is the hill.

my hill

So, I had been walking downhill to meet her and try to push the car, as it had gotten stuck again. And although we did move it forward a little, there was just no way. So, we circled around town to try the other (and more traveled hill).

deep snow

We made it all the way up the hill (it’s very long and curvy) and got almost to the top and the wheels started spinning again. I got out and started to push and a woman who lived on the corner came out to help us. After some pushing, I switched with Shara and drove it. Two more women came out of their homes to help us and we got it up the hill and we parked and left it. It wasn’t going to make it all the way to my house and we were close enough. Later we baked some cookies and took them to women who’d helped us. After we got the car parked we did a little exploring around the neighborhood.

Japanese shoveling street

We found lots of people outside and shoveling the streets. There aren’t any plows so I guess you have to work with what you’ve got. People were even outside using dustpans to shovel the snow. I’ve seen a light dusting, but never this much snow here. It feels like home! Except with less salt.

bus stop

to our houseKate snow

 

snowman side