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On a completely different topic, I completely cleaned my apartment. Furniture has been rearranged and and tatami has been duly vacuumed. I've also gotten a hankering recently for mapo doufu. Canadian beef may be for sale again but it's yet to reach Iwate ...
By now I had the whole afternoon to kill, so by using the GPS on my phone I decided to go try and see a movie. The nearest station was Iidabashi on the JR Central Line, so I walked there. The landscape became more familiar, and I remembered schools and shops. Finally I emerged out of the jumble of streets and saw the building which encompasses the Tokyo International Youth Hostel where Chris and Mark and I stayed at in May. The bath is great. A little expensive but I recommend it to all. I wanted to get to Ikebukuro, partly because that's where my night bus would depart from and also because there seemed to be a few movie theatres there. For those that don't know me very well, I can get lost by walking in a straight line. That's why I wanted to go near a place that was near my departing bus station. Anyway, I was staring at the map above the ticket machine and trying to find the price for the station I was supposed to go to, according to my phone. I imagine my face resembled some kind of wrinkled angry white man. I wasn't angry, just wondering why I couldn't find the damn station on the map. A Japanese girl standing next to me asked me in English if I needed any help, and I showed her my phone and the route I wanted to take. The conversation quickly switched into Japanese, and she told me I needed to take the subway, not the JR line. I thanked her profusely, got the usual 'Your Japanese is so wonderful' comment, and happily received an incredulous look from her white boyfriend who had been standing there silent the whole time. Take that, whitey.
So I excused myself and ducked into the adjacent building to take the subway. While reading that map, I was asked by a Malaysian guy on how to get to Tokyo Station. Since going there by subway would take two transfers, I suggested that we take the train, which we did and I brought him safely to Tokyo. Since that was done, I said goodbye and took the Central Line express to Shinjuku, transfer to Yamanote Line, get to Ikebukuro. Which was on the other side of Tokyo. Meh, so what, it was a nice thing to do. When we were transferring and waiting for another train, the guy without the flag in this picture had been on the rails doing something to the tracks. The look on his face was great as he was wondering when a high-speed train of death would approach and how much time he'd have to move out of the way.
Right. Not only did I spend 45 minutes searching for what turned out to be a porn theatre, because of the holiday it was closed! Double unfair!
Feeling a bit defeated, I charged my phone and laptop at a pillar outside of a Parco and hoped that there was a wireless network around that I could use. Of course, there wasn't.
I ended up packing my stuff and spent about four hours at this net cafe near the bus stop. Ah well, the girl at the front was nice. I met some crazy peopleon the elevator which was fun, but the ride home was pretty uneventful. And that was my trip to Tokyo, in three posts.
After leaving the Imperial Palace, there were various groups outside in the street carring banners like 'Japan is an Imperial Country' and 'The Emperor Must Be Revered'. Fine. I can live with that. However, they were passing out flyers at the street corner - and some were being passed out by women! - that detailed why Japan should NOT have a female emperor. The general argument presented in the leaflet was that historically it has been a male line, and even the past Empresses had inherited the throne because of their fathers, not mothers, and if a woman became Empress then her children would inherit the male blood of the non-imperial-family member and thus cease to be royal, and other countries allow the first born child to succeed to the throne but dammit, Prussia didn't, so Japan doesn't have to either. And other bullsh*t.
And so I created this little button. I mean really, I can just read the headline now: "Imperial Line Extinguished; Imperialists Rejoice, "At least a woman didn't ascend the throne" as millennia-old tradition dies."
Then the menacing right-wing trucks and vans started to appear, screaming 'Tennou-Heika Banzai ... BANZAI!!!!' over and over again.
Whatever semblance of tolerance I had disappeared when I saw this big black truck. It's designed to bully people into following the doctrine of Emperor-reverence.
What do most people think of it? Not much, judging by the graffitti on this sign.
I went back to Tokyo Station at this point. Here we see the dome from the inside of the station.
This is the old part of the station and actually looks good compared to the concrete crap that makes up the rest of it.
I then planned to visit the Yasukuni Museum. On the way there I found another propaganda van!
My day trip to Tokyo to see the Emperor started off, appropriately, with a fight while waiting for the bus in Sendai. Drunken groups were pouring out of restaurants, and one group came near me. They were laughing and jostling, and suddenly one guy - in the photo the tall one on the left - just wailed into another, younger man with a kick to the stomach. Amazingly, the guy just laughed it off, until the assailant gave him a right hook to the face that sent him sprawling into the road. The guy in white held the fighter back and calmed him down. Wow.
Arriving in Tokyo after an uncomfortable night on the bus, I went in search of electricty so I could power my laptop and watch Simpsons until it was time to go to the palace. Look, I arrived at 5 am, and the palace didn't open until 9:30, so I needed something to do. I found an underground mall near Tokyo Station and an unguarded outlet. Unlike Canada, it is almost impossible to find an outlet on the outside of a building or a public place. I wonder why, for both countries, really. I also found it hilarious that in the heart of Tokyo, the city that a lot of Westerners consider the world capital of technology and fashion and whatever, the first sign I saw was "I Love New York".
Homeless ... uh, long hair, so maybe woman? In the front foyer of Tokyo Station.
I finally got up and went outside the station to try and find my way to the Emperor's palace. The flags were out in full force, sort of.
A lot of people were lined up. This was at around 7:30 AM. Good thing I came early! On my way to the lineup a weird old guy came up beside me and asked me (in English) where I was from. I replied 'Canada' to which he said 'may Canada be blessed with peace'. Surprised, I said 'May Japan also be blessed with peace'. Strange. Was he sincere? I wonder what would have happened if I had said 'China' or 'Korea'.
There were lots of uniformed police and secret police in the crowd too. Here a staff member hands out Japanese flags to all of us so we can wave and go nuts.
By chance I met two Korean university students majoring in Chinese who had come from Inchon to see Tokyo and the Emperor. They weren't especially happy about waving the Hinomaru, but I told them hey, it could be worse, it could be the Rising Sun with Rays, the one on my sidebar.
I then suggested that maybe the flag would look better with a sakura leaf in the middle.
Or maybe this one.
After passing through police, metal detectors, a long wait in line and many jokes about what kind of cake the Emperor eats on his birthday, the gates to the Imperial Palace opened and we began to file in. In front of us was a man with long hair, a trench coat that just covered his ass, and pantyhose. In my conversation with the Korean girls which consisted of simple English and Mandarin, we dubbed him to be 'unique' or 'qiguai', which just means 'weird'. One of the girls then said that her friend loved qiguai people.
A nice view of the bridge.
Getting closer ...
Ooo! Nice lamp!
The Imperial Guard stands ready.
My first view of the Inner Castle.
Looking back to public Tokyo, I see a LOT of people have turned up. I read on the Net that there would be only about 2000 people but I later read in the paper that around 14 000 turned up.
Almost there ...
Ok, we're here. Now what?
This guy wishes he was out of the sun.
The Changing of the Guard!
And out they come!
The crowd erupted into flag-waving madness with cheers of 'Tennou-Heika, Banzai!' or '(May) the Emperor (live for) ten thousand years!' I like the look on the guard's face on the right. 'What the fuck is wrong with these people!' After waving for a minute or two, the Emperor made his 'Shut up, I want to talk' face. He then spoke about all the snow Japan was getting this year, that he worried about the people very much, and he hoped all of us took care of our health. What a nice guy (seriously).
A wider view. This picture was taken with my phone.
As one Japanese passer-by remarked, 'This is real international exchange'.
Upon leaving the castle grounds I got a shot of this building. Watchtower, perhaps?
I was at my last school for the season the other day and they decided to have an entirely Christmas-themed lesson. To that end, they requested that I dress as Santa Claus. Now, I can get along with this. I shoved my sweater inside the red jacket thingy to give myself an added layer of fat. Oh yeah, I got the results of my medical exam back. The prognosis: perfect health except for one thing: fat! Height of 181 cm and a weighing in at 85kg. But I just need to lose 5kg to be considered 'normal' so not too bad!






The kids were making curry for lunch and I was lucky enough to be invited to eat with them.
I asked this kid to make a 'show me the deliciousness of the food' face and this was the result.
At the end of the classes in the morning the kids all gave me Christmas cards! Aww! Some kids REALLY put a lot of work into the cards. Check out the decorations glued to this one! I'm going to have to make a big certificate for each of the classes that made these for me.
During the afternoon I had THREE classes at once, but the teachers all came along too, so thankfully we had some discipline control. My favourite teacher in the school, whom I have dubbed Mr. Lynch, regularly yells at them and is not afraid to dish out the discipline. I love the guy! I showed The Matrix Christmas video to them all too and they went nuts with laughter - except when the Grinch showed up they all said 'Yay! It's Hard Gay!'. That makes absolutely no sense.
So the Forget-The-Year party was a yawnfest. We did have some yakiniku and I did meet some interesting people, but the highlight of the evening was this nominally orange drink, which tasted like Pine-Sol. And no, there was no alcohol in it.
The grocery store boasts a collection of boastful apples.
Chris complained that he didn't know what my apartment looked like. Well, I cleaned it, so here you are.
There was also a Christmas Festival this weekend and the place I do the Monday Night English at. Not much to do with Christmas, though, of course. There was Speed Kimono Wearing, featuring the lovely Aya. I also made a Christmas Quiz, with questions like "What do kids hang by the fireplace? A: Gloves B: Stockings C: Pants D: Underwear" to which one old woman actually answered D! Hahaha!
And this is Tae Kwon Do merged with Tai Qi, I think, though I did not read the program very closely.
Jingle Bells in Mandarin was very entertaining. After this was finished it was the English group's turn, but I put a little twist in it - I gave 'White Christmas' with the pronunciation written in katakana above the lyrics, so everyone in the audience could sing. It actually went pretty well!
It snowed on Monday, though, so biking to school was fun. In fresh snow it's actually not too bad! The roads were very pretty as the cars hadn't gone through them yet.
There was some controversy a while back in Japan when it was revealed that a whopping number of people don't pay into the pension plan. So, in the time-honoured Japanese tradition of educating the masses, there's a poster camapaign. Still, I like this one.
Mmm boy, nothing better than kim chee, except perhaps Japanese Style kim chee! Simply remove all flavour and spiciness.
And today I got mobbed by first-graders. As usual.
Today I went out to the dollar store to get some giant envelopes to send stuff to Canada. I happened upon some artwork that I swore I had seen before on candy as Koume and loved the artwork enough to set it as my screen background for a while, but I didn't know who had done it. Now I do, a man by the name of Hayashi Seiichi. It's a blend of traditional and modern style and it is awesome - finally, Japanese artwork that LOOKS JAPANESE.
I saw this in the store yesterday. Pooh curry. It's beef, by the way.
But anyway, I had a great day at school today and yesterday. There are a quite a few international - and by that I mean they live in Japan but are not Japanese and thus must start learning hiragana from zero - students. I made hiragana bingo and kanji bingo for their instructor, and I dug up the link to the Ultimate Kana Challenge. Here we see two teachers competing for the high score.
The school I was at today has a small hill that has frozen, meaning we all had great fun sliding down it. It was the most fun I've had in a long time as I usually dragged a dozen or so kids with me. Man, why couldn't lunch break be extended past the usual half hour today?
The classroom I used doubles as a studio. Man, I've said it before, but I'll say it again - these schools have more AV budgets than do entire Canadian school boards. And they hardly ever use them!
One of the activities today was to divide the class and put all the letters in alphabetical order. They had tremendous fun. All in all today was a big success. Off to the Forget-The-Year party now ...
The snow continues to fall in Ichinoseki. Last week, partly due to my head still not fully recovered from my illness, I went to the wrong school. Thankfully the staff kindly pointed out my mistake and I went to the correct school by taxi, but unfortunately I made a class of fifth-graders wait until I showed up. At least it's never happened before, right? Right? Uh ... Well anyway I managed to get this great shot from the hills.
Heh, even the spider webs had frost on them!
As you may or may not know, there have been a LOT of child killings in Japan over the past few weeks. Little girl strangled, little girl stabbed, little girl stabbed by own teacher. I believe this has something to do with the tradition of making kids walk to school. I'm talking about making a 6 year old girl walk 40 minutes through snow-covered mountain roads to get home. The Japanese, or rather the social system, believes that this makes kids tough. As we see, in practical terms it makes kids dead. At least they are recognizing the problem, as we see in this poster warning kids to basically not believe any of the stuff people may make up to kidnap them.
On the weekend there was an event called, basically, "Let's Be Friendly With Foreigners", part of a campaign by the educated elite to impart the message that the foreign community is not a pack of raving wild dogs. Part of it included the mandatory Dress Them In Kimono part, although these two manage to pull it off rather well, don't you think?
The highlight of the day was making mochi, of course. It's sooo gooood ... One interesting thing we learned is that the hollowed out tree stump that you use to pound the mochi in is written the way it looks - 臼. Variants of this can be found in characters like 兒 (traditional variant of 児, child, which is a head on legs). It's also the basis for the traditional form of 学, learn, which is 學. On the top we have 臼 with X's in it representing knowledge, and on the bottom we have 子, child. Like making mochi, learning consists of pounding knowledge into children's heads.
Do not let the older men near the 臼。I have a video of it that I will post as soon as I figure out how.
We were also treated to a shamisen performance. I wonder if anyone bothers to write modern songs that people will like using these. Probably not.
It snowed again on the weekend and as I made my way to the Board on Monday I was treated to blowing snow. Didn't stop some girls from not wearing anything under their skirt except underwear, though. Now, some schools forbid the girls from wearing anything but a skirt in the dead of winter, because they are Uniform Nazis. I don't have a school like that as I teach elementary and we are allowed to put on snow pants and go jump in the snow. But if I did have say a junior high school then I would wear shorts every day in protest. Or a kilt. A kilt would be nice, actually, but it would defeat the purpose of protesting because kilts are warm and heavy.
Here is a picture of the snow-covered rocks of the rapids of Genbikei, from way upstream. It's quite the tourist attraction when the weather is warm. I need to take a better camera though; the keitai just doesn't cut it. Someone should Hokusai this picture though (new verb!).
Ask dusk fell, I waited on the road for the bus.
Across the road the bus stop was gradually covered with more snow.
Mailed a letter this morning. < calvin> Bugs are dying by the truckload! Hahaha, good riddance to them all!< /calvin>.
In anticipation of my Hong Kong trip next month, I have bought a practice book. It's good and has a CD included so I can pronounce words correctly, but it's a bit lacking in grammar explanations, and the Hong Kong/Canton only characters are throwing my head for a loop. At least now I know where the hell the word 'yumcha' comes from - it means 'drink tea' and is apparantly used as a normal greeting.
Oh yeah, and I checked out Environment Canada to see what the temperature was like in my home town. The Ichinoseki people are complaining that the temperature is reaching -8. Ahahaha, fools!
And here's our new winter banner.
I've decided that I want to finish up my study of all the damn Joyo Kanji by next summer. Sure, I could wait until December to pass Level One of the JLPT, but I want it out of the way - it's been a pet project of mine ever since I found out there was a list of kanji that all Japanese people learned in school. It's Heisig Method time! I'm doing 4 a day from my wonderful Kanji Learner's Dictionary, but as I don't know how many I have left out of the 1945, whether I will make it by summer is unknown. I estimate that I know 1300 characters at the moment in Japanese, plus another hundred or so Chinese simplified and prewar variants. Which don't count.
On Friday night we all went out to an izakaya downtown. By the time everyone arrived there were about 10 of us. Omar, of course, went straight for the ladies. Here he prepares a back attack.
Targets change quickly though, provoking delightedness and utter jealousy in this example.
Omar picks up the tab. Where do his funds come from?
The answer is, of course, secret karaoke contests. A bit grainy, but you can still see the look of utter concentration on Omar's face as he contemplates his next move.
All right, enough picking on the poor guy. After finishing up karaoke at around 3 am, we all went home. I woke up to ... snow!
Lots of it, too! I was quite happy. Around lunch I made some yakisoba and then, having eaten too much, took a nap. When I woke up, my stomach felt ill. I tried to watch a movie, but I couldn't concentrate because of my stomach. So I thought, well, perhaps the alcohol from the night before got lost in my bloodstream and wants to come out now. I made my way over to the sink and threw up, thinking I would feel better.
The Japanese police seem to be in a perennial state of pissed-off that they can't find these three Aum members. I wonder if they've gone to North Korea? This was in the entrance to the big store I live by.
I have no idea why, but one of my schools has dressed-up skeletons on display.
The last 2 days of the month are 5% off day at the store if you have the correct credit card (which I do), so I save my shopping until that time. I bought enough food to last until January! It was way too much to pack in bags, so I just lifted the whole cart up the stairs to my apartment.
I found an interesting poster at a school the other day. Apparently the way to counter AIDS is with air and
Coming back from the new school, I took an alternate route - the aforementioned Secret Path that significantly reduces the amount of energy I must expend going up and down hills. I found a picture-perfect depiction of the 'Asian image' - quiet, cramped houses with just enough room to walk between them.
And one of the houses was, for some reason, keeping birds. To eat? I guess so ...
Mountains seem to attract religous followers. This road leads to a Nichiren Buddhist temple.
I came to a shrine (surprise!) that I usually pass by when I ride the bus. It's called Haishiwa (although the bus announcement sure as hell sounds like Hashiwa). The kanji for it seems to be picked at random just for pronunciation, and according to what information I've found the shrine has been there in one shape or form for at least a thousand years or so, from the end of the Heian period. As such there are giant trees. Yay!
One outer mini-shrine had some latticework so I attempted to shove my camera in and take a picture. Surprisingly it came out! Look at all the weapons!
According to the sign the shrine is dedicated to the "Relics of the Three Great Treasures". I assume they refer to the Imperial Regalia of sword, jewel, and mirror.
Time to go up! According to the sign, it's a good spot for moon-viewing.
Oh shit. Farther up than I thought.
About halfway up I found a weird mini-shrine with small shoes tied to it. The red slipper just reminded me of a scene in Raise the Red Lantern when the girl peeks into the execution room.
Another god-village.
Finding a lone shoe after seeing the mini-shrine was downright creepy.
Nearing the top of the stairs, the roof of the shrine loomed large before me ... it was huge.
What really interested me though were the small shrines off to the side. The X pattern of the roof is a very old style, reminiscent of Ise Grand Shrine.
A stone dog guarding the entrance.
A view of the whole shrine. Those trees are huge by the way.
Oops. A long way down ...
I was having an online conversation about Unit 731 when I heard loudspeakers and what seemed to be marching music from outside my window. Jumping at the chance to see a right-wing group in action, I hopped on my bike and attempted to follow the source of the noise. My journey took me along paths through groves and rice fields, rivers and ... uh, well, that's pretty much it. On the way back, I saw a housing project being advertised as an English Country Home. Didn't see any thatched roofs or stonework that is my image of a cottage out in the middle of Manchester, though.
Had a new school the other day. I like new schools because I don't have to do any real work; just show my Canada presentation and run around in the gym, and that's it. It does give me a chance to bond with the staff, though. It seems kind of laid-back here, but I guess that's because I am not here all day, just in the morning. Kids are great, though. The school is kind of far from my house, and on a hill, so it was kind of hard to bike there before I discovered the Secret Path.
The school is beside a temple. Which has an awesome graveyard. How cool is that?
A view of the temple beside the school. It's a Tendai temple, if that has any meaning to anyone.
After my work was done, I saw this sign saying that there had been a castle on top of the mountain. You know that I had to check this out.
Up this mountain. Well, off I went!
A modern Japanese-style family grave, of the Miura family.
On my left, there was a Prefectural Protected Forest. I know because of the sign. Is the castle in there?
I was really enjoying the heavy forest atmosphere when I saw the bane of the Japanese countryside: a construction sign. I mean, fuck. It's the middle of freaking nowhere, on an overgrown mountain! You've got to be kidding!
Then I saw the sign. Actually, I'm happy that Japan is posting the numbers about public projects now. Still, ¥42840000 (think $428 400) for a landslide control project? There are so many trees that a landslide would only occur if Raijin the Storm God blasted the mountain repeatedly with lightning and then rained for six weeks on it.
So now we have the real forest, and ... the encroachment of construction.
Well, someone lives on the mountain, anyway. Or they did. Here's an abandoned house and car.
But here's a very small field. Hmm.
Proceeding to the field, I was greeted by a very pleasant surprise; they were terraced fields, with another garden situated just below me on the side of the mountain. Plus I had a great view of the city! Man, I want to buy this land and make an Orientalist dream home!
I heard a dog bark as I passed by this ... house? Well, at least I don't have to worry about being shot. Swords are another matter, of course.
Where is that damn castle? Up the road we go.
I began to find old farming equipment. What the heck is this?
Some of the fields appear to be abandoned.
Junk.
Another abandoned car.
I reached the end of the road, finding more fields. Half were being used, half were overgrown.
I got a shock when I turned around to look at the house and found a poster of a woman inside staring at me.
There was a semitraditional house, open to the elements. Dirty, not lived in.
Doubling back, I found a small path going off in a different direction. To the castle, perhaps?
Nope, a shrine.
All it consists of is a stone tablet and a god-house.
The inscription was so faded I couldn't make anything out.