Monday, June 30, 2008

90 Days

As of today, there's 90 days left on our contract. If I don't count the weekends or holidays or the ten days in July when we will be on vacation, there's really only 53 days left.

We've been in Japan for four years now and I can't believe it is coming to an end.

I am not sure how I feel about any of it; I am simultaneously excited and terrified.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Kanji

Someone recently asked me how many Kanji I could read after living here for four years. Given that you need to know 1,945 characters (mandated by the government and taught in schools) to be able to read newspapers and most literature in Japan - I am assuredly illiterate.

Additionally Kanji have both a Japanese pronounciation called Kun and a Chinese pronounciation called On or Hon, because Kanji came from China. With a few exceptions, I only know the Japanese reading.

What I do know are usually pictographs, symbols and a few ideographs. I know very few phono-ideographs, which are what makes up about 80% of Kanji (they're the hardest to learn).

Here's the wiki entry on Kanji.


Honestly, I really can't read. So a better question would be how many Kanji can I recognize?

In no particular order (and I know I am forgetting some, I'll add them when/if I remember). If I wasn't lazy, I would put the Kanji in, too, but that involves a lot of cutting and pasting.

Oil
Camelia (Tsubaki) I learned these two together because I use camelia oil as a hair treatment.

School

Man
Woman
Noisy (made up of three little versions of the kanji for woman. Ha ha ha)
Child

Dog
Bird
Horse (that comes from learning it to avoid eating horse meat, a popular dish here)
Fish

Sun
Moon
Sky
Rain
Wind

North
South
East
West

Fire
Water
Electricity
Danger
Disaster
Thunder
Lightening
Earthquake
Rain

Wheel (included in the characters for car, bike and train)


Thing/Things
Goods (like in Dry Goods)
Laundry

Fat
Carbohydrate
Calories
Fiber
(all of these are actually a series of Kanji)

Red
Black
White
Grey
Purple
Green/Blue

Bamboo

Raw or Draft (nama, used as in Nama Biru - draft beer)
Alcohol
Rice
Vegetable(s)

Shop/Store/Vendor

Hour
Minute
Day
Month
Year

Most numbers
Yen
Discount

Winter
Spring
Summer
Fall

Entrance
Exit
Stop

Enlightenment
Samurai

Tea

Helmet

Silk
Cotton
Wool (same kanji as "Hair")
Gold
Silver

River
Spring
Mountain
Tree
Forest

Over
Under
Field
Village
City

Gate
Corner

Flower
Book (one of the few I know both Japanese and Chinese readings)
Stone/Rock
Feather/Wing

Person
Love
Spirit
Old

Heaven

Power
Inside/Deep
Dream
Light
Medicine/Drug
Big (also know Japanese and Chinese reading for this one)
Inside

Umbrella
Road/Way
Book also used as Origin - Japanese and Chinese reading)

Friday, June 20, 2008

Genji's Spot


Genji's Spot
Originally uploaded by bakagaijiin
Here's Genji's ashes, in a beautiful cobalt blue urn that I commissioned for him. His name is on the bottom.

He is surrounded by "hot anime babes in bikinis" - my husbands tacky collection. Eh, whatever.

It's been a rough week: I've called for him a few times, got confused about where the food dishes got off to and when I was shopping yesterday, almost picked up a new collar for him.

I'd like to thank everyone who emailed, messaged, called or otherwise expressed their care and concern.

Friday, June 13, 2008

The Very Last One


The Very Last One
Originally uploaded by bakagaijiin
This is the last picture taken of our little furry guy, Genji.

Our Little Furry Guy
March 2003 - June 2008

If you click on the picture, you can see Genji's flickr set, going all the way back to 2004.

Friday, June 06, 2008

Amazing Day at Towadako (Towada Lake)


Amazing
Originally uploaded by bakagaijiin
It's rainy season right now, and when I woke up today, there was no way in hell I was going into work - it was an amazing beautiful day, and I think by law we're only allowed three of them per summer in Misawa.

Chris' work ethic almost got in the way of the day trip, but once he got outside, he realized that work would wait but this kind of day would not.

It was a lovely, lovely day. You can click the photo to go to the flickr set to view more pictures.

We went into work in the evening for a little bit, so we weren't all that bad.

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Four Years

Four years ago today, we came to Japan!

Monday, May 26, 2008

In Memorium


In Memorium
Originally uploaded by zoom in tight
I remember.
Thank you all.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

A Mouthful of Macho

I was digging through some archive CDs and discovered some bits and pieces from a creative writing class I took back in 2004. This was an exercise about evoking the sensory aspects of a memory from your childhood. The only requirement was it had to be 200 words or less.

A Mouthful of Macho

It’s late summer, the taffy afternoon stretching endlessly. There’s nothing to do in this small town, so a pack of barely-teenaged boys are roaming the neighborhood streets. One of the boys is actually a girl and that girl is me.

It’s lunchtime. Being teens, we are hungry all the time. Preternaturally hungry and beginning to sense it’s not just food we are hungry for. We walk by a dead raccoon.

“I’m hungry enough,” I boast, “to eat that roadkill.”

“Yeah right!”

“I used to eat raw hamburger, but Mom made me stop. Said I’d get worms.”

“So? DARE you to eat it.”

“No way!”

“You said! What? You a gir—a chickenshit?”

Great. I’ll be a chickenshit. Even worse, I’ll be a girl.

The raccoon’s entrails are strewn like meaty confetti around the animal. I briefly wonder how much it hurts to get run over.

The guys are waiting. Nonchalantly as possible, I reach into the raccoon’s burst-open belly, to discover it’s hard to grip raccoon guts. I keep plucking at the stringy flesh, like some demented charnel house harpist. I was wrong--roadkill is NOT like raw hamburger. Finally, a brownish-red gobbet gives way. The guys are staring at me.

I glare back as I chew with determined, oversized chomps. The flesh is gristly and squeaks out from between my teeth, skidding across my tongue. It smells like menstrual blood, road tar, and fur. It tastes like the hot copper of a nosebleed with a faint overblown sweetness of rot. I swallow. We all wait to see if I will puke. My stomach churns but I keep everything down. The guys are agog, unable to believe what they’ve just seen me do.

For lunch, we go to a pizza joint. The guys buy me my slices, something they’ve never done before.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Warmers, made for ME!


Warmers, made for ME!
Originally uploaded by bakagaijiin
My friend Skully is teh R0X0R! She knit me beaded(!) warmers! ZAWESOME. Silk, Mohair, and Merino in my most favorite colors (grey and purple)!

Lots of people have knit things for me, for which I am profoundly grateful. These are things that are full of care and love and that I will cherish. Thank you to all the folks who have kept me dressed warmly with your knitted gifts. I think of you every time I wear them.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Torii Gate


Torii Gate
Originally uploaded by bakagaijiin
We've got Matt and Alfred visiting for a work project. So on Saturday, May 3rd, we went to Okonomiyaki for lunch, followed by a day trip to Kabushima, and ended the day with a bout of ROCKBAND. Come look at pictures!

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Pink and Blue, Too


Pink and Blue, Too
Originally uploaded by bakagaijiin
There was an art museum opening, cherry blossoms, dance troupes, flags, firemen, cute kids and archers on horseback at the Towada Yabusame Festival on 27 April, 2008.

Click on the image to go to Flickr and view the whole set!

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Eiko-san, Jodi and Chris


Eiko-san, Jodi and Chris
Originally uploaded by bakagaijiin
Helped out at the Aizawa Isshou Center this Saturday (4/19/2008).

Friday, April 18, 2008

Not Even Thinking

A couple of days ago, I did something (without even thinking) that I would not have dreamed of doing in the States:

I let some guy in the house.

Chris and I were both home sick, with Chris asleep upstairs (ensconced in the bedroom with four boxes of tissue, two bags of cough drops, a fully-loaded humidifer and sixteen pillows to prop him up) and I was dozing on the couch.

The doorbell rings. I look out and it is, unsuprisingly, some Japanese guy. I wave him through the gates and he says something about checking the propane (our stove is a gas stove modified for LP use, the heat for the house is kerosene). I didn't even think to ask for a badge or other identifying document or anything. (Later there would be a form to sign as always, that was proof right then, but I digress) so I let him in the house, led him to the kitchen, showed him the stove and went back into the living room. Leaving him alone in my kitchen with several really sharp Weusthoff knives, access to the rest of the house, etc.

My biggest concern? That my house was messy. It wasn't - I may not be good at much but I am ace at housekeeping (Sylvia will verify this, you can ask her about the time she came to visit while I was in the middle of cleaning and I wouldn't let her in).

So the safety audit was done with a machine that actually looked like a cross between a geiger counter and a seismograph and no leaks, no contaminants, no radon, carbon dioxide, et cetera were found. I (and Chris) were also NOT murdered in some gruesome manner and then because Japanese neighbors are very private, not found for three weeks and as a result eaten (or at least chewed pretty good) by the cat. But nope. It's amazing safe here and I've come to take that for granted, which is probably a little dangerous and/or lacking in situational awareness on my part.

Oh, the safety check itself took about 15 minutes.

I exchange a few pleasantries in Japanese with the guy, much his delight, then showed him out and it wasn't until a few days later that I realized what I had done. I had just let some dude in my house without being suspicious or concerned in the least. I am sure there are still places in the US where you can do this and there are certainly places in Japan where you CANNOT do this, but still.

So here are some other things that I do that I probably should stop doing because it wouldn't fly in the states:

Run into the store to grab a drink/snack with the car unlocked and the keys in the ignition and the engine running. Actually I shouldn't do this because it's a small thing but helps the enviroment.

Nap upstairs in my house, with the front door open (actually, the screen door is shut, but it's a slider, like that's gonna thwart anyone)

Go running at 10pm on unlit back roads, without a cell phone, mace, Desert Eagle, flares, etc.

Leave my shopping basket with my wallet in it in aisle three while I scoot back to aisle 9 to grab the bottle of shoyu (soy) sauce that I forgot to get when I was first in aisle 9.

Leave my wallet on a bench in an arcade and expect to get everything back (see the Morioka entry-click on the pic to get the story from Flickr).

Leave the house unlocked (often with the front door OPEN) if I run to the store to get shoyu.

Leave the keys in the unlocked car when they're parked at home.

Some neat but too-specialized-to-be-useful-anywhere-but-here I have acquired since living here:

The ability to carry on an entire conversation just using the words good, yes, I understand and sorry, interspersed with head nods and grunts. Seriously, this is even how the Japanese do it.

The ability to perform a proper bow of appropriate politeness (about 20 degrees) during my running workout.

The ability to eat soup with chopsticks.

How to use a squat toilet without:
Falling IN the damn thing
Blowing out my knees
Soiling my clothes

How to wear kimono!

Access to the arcane knowledge all Japanese ladies possess that will allow them to Macguyver themselves out of any situation and/or save the world by using the contents of their designer handbags:
Cell phone
55 packets of tissues
3 bottles of hand sanitizer
1 compact full of expensive makeup

How to walk in the middle of the road, completely oblivious because the cars here will not TRY to run you down.

How to remember to ALWAYS carry and umbrella and pop it open at the mere sight of a teeny gray cloud (more so in Tokyo) AND the understanding of Old Edo umbrella manners - you tip the umbrella to your outside, so that the other umbrella-bearing person (who will also tip his brolly to the outside) walking past you on the sidewalk can get by without having your runoff dumped on him and vice-versa. Believe it or not, I learned this from a subway poster (the Edo Tilt, not Always Carry an Umbrella)

How to properly stow a futon (after you properly air it, dummy).

How use a fancy washlet toilet (it took a pretty serious lesson, though).

I am sure I am forgetting some of my other specialized skills but I think that should do it for now.

4-20-2008

I just remembered:

I can read Katakana, Hiragana and some kanji!

I can take off my shoes by telekinesis (seriously, it's so second nature, I don't even consciously do it).


Friday, April 04, 2008

Taisho/Pre WWII Kimono


Taisho/Pre WWII Kimono
Originally uploaded by bakagaijiin
Volunteered at the Big Bazaar again this year. This is quite possibly my last bazaar, if indeed we do PCS in September 2008. To ease my sadness, I wore my most cheery, most favorite vintage kimono.

More picture here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/25679727@N00/sets/72157604376113448/

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Sunset in Morioka


Sunset in Morioka
Originally uploaded by bakagaijiin
Spent a lovely spring day (3/22/08) in Morioka, with our friend, Ben Lee.
A nice sunset closed out our visit. Click on the pictures to go to flickr and see more pictures from our trip.

Monday, March 03, 2008

二 二九 (229)

Aomori Prefecture, where I live, is noted for agriculture. Particularly famous throughout Japan are Aomori apples and GARLIC.

So on Sunday, Chris rolls in from Snowboarding at Hakkoda, with a bag of garlic. The garlic came from coworker and fellow foodie, Crocker.

Generally, in keeping with the Japanese tastes, garlic in Japan is mild. Mild to the point of flavorlessness. So when I opened the bag and got a whiff, I was thrilled. If my schnozz was Japanese, the whiff would have been noisome. But thank goodness, my nose is not Japanese and neither is my palate. Redolent, if not down right stinky, stubby fat bulbs of fresh garlic. Hooray! Thanks Crocker!

I lopped the tops off the seven bulbs, stuck them in a baking dish, gave 'em a squirt of olive oil and a roast at 350 for an hour. The I proceeded to eat three bulbs' worth of the roasted cloves, hot from the oven -- squishy and nutty and slightly carmalized and totally delicous.

My breath is so bad right now, I am making my own eyes water. S'alright.

One of the great things about the Japanese language is opportunities for wordplay/puns because of the amount of homonyms present in the language. Actually, I think of a former co-worker, John Jenkins, whenever I see/hear puns or wordplays. The two of us once spent almost an entire afternoon during a slow day at work, making lots of puns, each more obnoxious than the last. There was a pun involving brassieres and brasseries that was a killer. I can't take credit, that one was all John's.

So puns. And Garlic. One of the most well known brands of garlic around here is the 229 brand.

2 is "NI" ( nee or "as in the knights who say") and 9 is "KYU" (kyuu). So 229 could be pronounced as two-two-nine, or in Japanese, ni - ni - kyu ( 二 二九 ). You could also say two hundred and twenty nine, or nihyakunijyukyu ( 二百二十九), but then the joke wouldn't work!

Here's the "punchline" (aside from the fact that I ate so much roasted garlic that I have heartburn right now):

The word for garlic is ninniku (にんに in hiragana; ニンニク in katakana; 大蒜 or in Kanji), which sounds very much like ni-ni-kyu, or two-two-nine (229). So the brand is literally "Garlic Garlic." Clever bit of marketing to select name with a built in mnemonic/catchphrase.

Sunday, March 02, 2008

Itty Bitty Bag


Itty Bitty Bag
Originally uploaded by bakagaijiin
Because cloth/kimono were/are expensive, there is a long tradition of recycling them (going right back to Edo Japan!). Kimono might be recut for a child, made into a haori, or otherwise altered to extend the life of the fabric. Every piece, right down to the littlest, was reused. Pieces of fabric which were smallish might be made into doll's clothes, small drawsting purses, beanbags, hair decorations or ornaments/charms. This little coral bag probably started out life as a haori. I got the fabric in a scrap grab-bag and sewed it up into a teeny drawstring pouch. It contains my ojami , which are small beanbags used in a traditional Japanese girls' juggling game, called Otedama (Te is the Japanese word for hand). Behind the itty-bitty bag it is a larger bag (containg my larger and less-traditional purple suede gballz juggling balls), made from a panel from a pre-WWII kimono I picked apart (there was too much damage to wear it).

When I see Eiko-san in a few days, I'll have to ask her if she knows how to do Otedama.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Haikyo

Haikyo is the Japanese word for "ruins." Not to be confused with the Haikyo that is a talent agency representing Seiyu (voice actors for movies, video games, anime, etc).

When we first got to Misawa, I was amazed by the abandoned buildings that seemed to be such a pervasive feature. I always had this perception of Japan as the land of neat and tidy. Living here quickly disabused me of that notion.

Abandoned crap is all over Japan and said crap includes but is not limited to fridges, cars, roads, hotels, apartments, office buildings, roller coasters and even an entire island.

Abandoned places are prevalent and captivating enough that a specialized kind of domestic tourism dedicated to it has arisen; Haikyo tourism is popular enough to warrant several guidebooks and to generate interest in artistic photography of the ruins. There's plenty of websites about Haikyo too, featuring images of beautifully decaying places grimly surrendering to entropy.

I get the whimwhams just looking at the pictures.

Surface Below - Photography of Gunkanjima Island by American photographer Ross McDermott

Deflation Spiral - Folio Number 9 contains my favorite images.

Shinichiro Kobayashi - published by the ubiquitious house of Kodansha. Hokkaido Island is the stingray-shaped island at the top. Directly below that is the prefecture/area where I live.

Ruined Japan


Thursday, February 21, 2008

all-nite diner

all nite diner all nite diner all n te dine al n te di er all nite din r

(sign on the fritz) coughing up neon into the 3am world


two souls stagger in

(been up all night)

throw themselves into the naughahyde nirvana

of a back-corner booth


peering over menus

(fingerprinted dogeared)


she flings back her head

and laughs

(in utter delight)


the sound

ricochets--

(an amusing bit of artillery)


--off dinged aluminum walls

and day-old donuts--


takes a spin on the ceiling fan

zooms down the counter

rattles the dishes


whiplashes the necks

of the other patrons

(wotthehellzofunny?)


but mostly

it

just

breaks

his heart.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Slipped

I've lost ten pounds. The weather has been cold.
Doesn't sound like they have any relation to each other but they do.
My fingers have gotten thinner. The cold makes them even more so.

As a result, my custom-made, one-of-a-kind wedding band slipped off at some point today.

We tore up the house and tomorrow we'll go to the Base Exchange and ask if it has turned up.

The ring was insured but how can I ever really replace it?