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.
It gets weirder and weirder around here. Last time I told you about the praying mantis. Well, now I've got something even better.
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!
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:
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.)
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.
At least it makes for good pictures.
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.
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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