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July 23, 2008

Critter Country Pt. 2

It gets weirder and weirder around here. Last time I told you about the praying mantis. Well, now I've got something even better.  

A crab.

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Yes, that really is a crab. Caught it scuttling sideways in the corridor outside my room the other night. Kinda hairy like a spider, but a crab nonetheless.

And then today I spied this:

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Look at the horns/antenna on that thing! Some Chinese girls caught me taking pictures of it and thought it was funny, but where I come from that's not an insect, it's wildlife!

I can't wait to see what crawls up next (just as long as it's not inside my apartment).

July 17, 2008

Oita Dispatch: Final Exams Edition

Finals started this week. I had two: one in English on the intricacies (and annoyances) of Japanese grammar, and a speaking test in Japanese about current issues in Japanese society. That was far and away the hardest final I will have this semester, and probably the hardest class as well. I got an 85 on the test, which I'm extremely happy with. Ah, relief. Next week are five more finals, three of which are Japanese (and one of which contains a speaking portion as well). Lastly, July 29 I have one Japanese final and one on Japanese movies and theater, in English. Then summer!

There's lots more going on but it's hard to focus with finals. But after my last test I have about a week before I jet off to Tokyo to climb Mt Fuji, eat good food and shop for '80s idol magazines (seriously). So expect some random posts in a week or so.

Sneak preview: Japanese craft beer, mp3s to know and love, and the blue, blue sky.

じゃあ,頑張ります!

July 10, 2008

Critter Country

Coming from a part of the US where there aren't that many exotic bugs, Japan has been one interesting encounter after another. On campus, I've seen centipedes (like, 6 inches long) and even a land crab. Here at our dorm there are big beetles, flying cockroaches (which have thankfully stayed out of my room so far), and now this:


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I stepped out onto my little porch to get my dry laundry and almost trod on this guy, who was hanging out on the ledge between sliding glass door and concrete floor. I jumped back and so did he. We eyed each other for a bit, then he scampered away when I stepped out to get the laundry.

Instead of jumping into the tall grass behind my apartment, he climbed up my screen door and watched me bring in the laundry. And when I say watch, I really mean it. Praying mantises turn their heads to look at you, like people. It's very unnerving. They also sway when they walk, I guess to look like a leaf moving in the wind.

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While I was watching him through the screen he pooped. Never seen an insect poop before. Pretty wild stuff. 

Maybe next time (if I can get a picture) I'll write about the bats that come out at dusk.

July 09, 2008

I Learned a New Word

Well, I learn new words all the time but generally I forget them. I look them up, understand them in the classroom context, and then forget. What can you do? But this one I remember.

The good news is, the rainy season is over. The bad news is, it's now really, really, REALLY hot. Like, 90 degrees everyday with humidity around 80%. I wear a hand towel around my neck like I'm going swimming. It protects my neck from getting burnt and gives me quick access to something with which to wipe my sweaty-ass face. Lots of Japanese men do it, so why not me? Hand towels, they're not just for the morbidly obese anymore.

Anyway, the word I learned is 日射病, nisshabyou. Sunstroke. In the mornings I walk 20 minutes to the train station, take the train to school, and then walk another 15 minutes uphill to campus. Tuesday was the first really hot day that I had to go to school. By the time I got to class, I was dripping with sweat. My towel got a good soaking, and I gulped down the water I had, but after a few minutes I realized something was wrong.

My symptoms:

I felt like I was going to pass out.
I couldn't think.
My face was flushed.

Normally I get these symptoms when I don't know the answer to a question (which is often) but this was different. I thought about excusing myself to go to the bathroom or lie down, but anywhere would be hotter than the air-conditioned classroom. The worst part was the teacher kept calling on me, and all I could do was look blankly at her, say "I'm sorry" in Japanese, and wish I was dead.

I made it through class and apologized to the teacher, who was very understanding. I laid down for 30 minutes in the computer room but still felt off all day. This morning I drank extra water on the way to school and throughout the day, and managed to avoid another bout.

I have to say, it's pretty sadistic making people go to school in July. Luckily summer break is almost here (well, another 3 weeks) but man, is this ever rough.

July 05, 2008

Dance Party U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!

Friday was the 4th of July here (and probably everywhere else in the world too). As Japan doesn't feel the same way about the 4th as Americans, we decided to have our ow fireworks show by the banks of the Oita River. We brought a cooler packed with beer, American food like Doritos and Lays Sour Cream and Onion Potato Chips, and a big bag of fireworks from Don Quixote.

I think I've written about Don Quixote before, but let me get you up to speed anyway. This place has everything, from food and shampoo to DVDs and clothing. Even fireworks. If you're ever lacking for something to do on a Friday night, if you look hard enough Don Quixote will provide you with something fun (or at least funny).

We found a satchel of fireworks that was about the size of a full laundry bag. Think two large loads.

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It was marked down to the equivalent of $80 from $160. We had bought fireworks from there before, when we had a barbecue at the dorm, so we figured, hey, half-price fireworks on the 4th of July? The Gods are obviously smiling on us. More like laughing at us, actually.

We got to our spot, set up, and...

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Nothing.

We tried out a fountain. Nothing. The wick didn't fizzle or anything. So we tried another. Again, nothing. We tore open the paper cone and inside there was... absolutely nothing! It was a hollow paper shell with a wick. WTF? We tried a few more and got more and more depressed. I tried shouting out, "U-S-A! U-S-A!" and "America number one!" to rally the troops, but it didn't really help the mood of the Chinese, Taiwanese, Japanese, German, or Hungarian people.

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The German suggested it might be the humidity that was preventing the wicks from burning properly. This wouldn't explain the hollow firework, but we had had more than a few beers by this time, and it sounded reasonable and scientific, so we decided to test his hypothesis before storming back to Don Quixote en masse and drunkenly berating the staff for ruining America's birthday.

We had a pretty big cone sitting around from a previous party, so that was brought out and set up in a baseball field by the river. (We're not so stupid as to shoot off sky rockets under a bridge.) Sure enough, it worked just fine. "Let's go to Don Quixote!" and "Yeah, let's wreck the place!" may or may not have been said, but we ended up back at my room, where I DJed on my computer and we danced like intoxicated squirrels.

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America number one!

I Love That...

I live in a place that has this:

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June 30, 2008

Can't Sleep

It's 5 am and I've been up for a half hour already. Obviously I can't sleep. I've got two big presentations due soon (a half hour each) and I haven't even started on the second. Plus finals start soon. I guess you could say I've got a lot on my mind.


Ugh, I just splattered cereal all over my computer screen. Looks like it's going to be a great day.

June 26, 2008

Junky Japan

The first time I came to Japan, I could not believe how junky things looked. When you think of Japan, you think of spotlessly neat rooms, the minimal aesthetic of Shinto shrines, the simplicity of a piece of porcelain. You do not think of buildings with haphazard wiring on the outside, drippy stains from corrosion, or abandoned vehicles and buildings. All of these things, both the clean and intricate, the dirty and cluttered, are Japan.

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At my school, there are piles of trash outside most buildings. Old furniture rots and becomes a home to feral cats. Moldy futons from three years ago are piled in stairways of on-campus dorms, blocking access to emergency exits. Even inside buildings, the clutter can be surprising. The entryway to the school health center looks more like an old storage room than a medical facility. I'm going to get health care here?

The Japanese aesthetic of minimalism and cleanliness is long gone. From what I've seen, this is a messy, messy country.

What's all the more interesting is that Japan seems like it should be clean. Take off your shoes before going in the house, wash your hands and rinse your mouth before praying, etc. But these are symbolic cleansings, not actual cleansings. No matter that your socks are stinky; it's enough to take off your shoes. No matter that no public bathrooms have soap; it's enough just to rinse your hands with water.

Also, there are sinks everywhere. Sinks in public, in the hallways of buildings, even in my classrooms. No one ever uses them. In fact, I think the classroom ones don't even work. Is the room more clean by the sink's very appearance? I don't know. It makes it look like a bathroom to me, some place that should be more private than public. (Also interesting: there are no water fountains anywhere. You can put your grubby hands under water in public, but not your mouth.)

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In America, junk like this would not be left out in the open. It's unsightly. It would be put in a storage room, or hauled away as trash. I doubt these items will ever be reused, they're just here, abandoned.

There's even an abandoned car in a field by the school train station. I can't imagine there being a visibly abandoned vehicle like this in America.

Why does this bother me, this visible clutter? I'm very clean, yes, but I don't really care unless it's in my space. Other people can live how they like, it doesn't bother me. But maybe that's just it: public space is my space too. Now there's a lot of garbage in my space. Does that mean that in Japan, people don't feel that public space is their space? Maybe it's no one's space, hence it's an OK place in which to abandon garbage.

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At least it makes for good pictures.

June 20, 2008

It's Wet

It's wet. And it's hot. It's wet and hot. June is the rainy season in Japan and it sucks. Imagine, if you will, torrential rain that doesn't let up. Walk 20 minutes to the train in it and enjoy having wet shoes and pants all day. I was smirking at the people wearing shorts and flip-flops in the rain until I saw them dry off their feet and legs in class and sit comfy the rest of the day while I developed chafing.


It's hot. The rain does not make it cooler. It just makes it wet. Ever sweat in the rain? Lovely sensation, that.

The good news is June is more than half-way over. The bad news is the humidity and heat will only get worse as the summer deepens. Ah, the adventure of life.

May 31, 2008

In Da Pub

IMG_0986I finally got the chance to DJ in Oita. Last night I played at the PEI Pub, a gaijin (foreigner) bar in Miyako-machi, the drinking part of town. Being a foreigner bar, it was expectedly full of foreigners. Foreigners I had never seen. There are two other colleges besides mine in the Oita area, both with international programs, as well as people teaching English, etc. It seems they were all out last night, along with a good helping of Japanese.

Normally the PEI Pub is just a pub, but they're doing this new monthly DJ event. I brought them a mix and they nicely agreed to let me play. No money but I did get to drink for free. Actually, it was a nomihoudai, an all-you-can-drink party. Needless to say, people were well lubricated by the end of the night.

The DJ before me, a local guy, played a mix of hip-hop, R&B and house, the usual Oita club stuff. Not my favorite but there were so many people dancing, it was a good time. At one point, the normally reserved Chinese girl upstairs was freaking an American girl, and a dirty old Japanese man came up and started clapping and laughing. Then he tried to push me on top of the Chinese girl, repeatedly. Wow, dude, I'm not here for your amusement.

I went on around 1am and played pretty high-energy breaks and electro-house. The crowd, such that it was by this time (the nomihoudai ended at 1) were cheering and dancing. Good stuff. Until 2, when the previous DJ suddenly told me my time was up. I don't know what kind of agreement he had with the owner, or if he even knew I was coming, but I didn't really have a choice at that point. It was his gear, so it's his say. Of course, he came on and played some inappropriately heavy music and promptly cleared the dance floor.

I don't understand this mentality. Never have. We're all contributing to the party, the DJ, the bartenders, the people dancing. No one is more important that anyone else. He just played for 4 hours, and was likely getting paid even while I was playing. So why hustle me off the decks? Of course, I thanked him for allowing me to play. I am nothing if not gracious.

On the way home, we got a call that one of our group had left her bag in the club, so we trudged back to get it. Then we found out that this same girl threw up in a cab, and the cab driver made them pay about $80 for his trouble! The word for "to vomit" is haku but I prefer the slang: ribasu. It comes from the English "reverse." So she reversed all over the back seat of a cab. Nice!

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