Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Visiting in Iwami, Adventuring in Hyogo...

Sailing the sea of Japan, departing from the Port of Iwami-cho.

The waterfront is often very rocky, but it makes for some great formations.

They're big on squid here. This guy spins and air dries the scallywags.

They sell squid ink (or maybe octopus ink) ice cream. Tastes just like Vanilla, but...


...it blackens the tongue.


Later, we went to the beach, and got to catch a beautiful sunset (as well as throw the frisbee around, which was much needed).

On our way to Takeda castle...but somehow we wound up lost. Adventure, huzzah!

Aha! Found it!




There's many a great view to be had from this mountaintop castle.

Here's the layout of Takeda castle. Totally worth the trip.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Buddhist meditation, mountain climbing, and Soulja Boyin'

I climbed a mountain and learned about Buddhism this weekend.

Mitokusan (Mt. Mitoku if you got your map in the US) is a fairly easy climb--there's some steep parts where you should probably know a thing or two about climbing to get through easily, but it's farily short--and there are a lot of temples on the way. We (about 40 JETs) slept in one of the temples at the base of the mountain the day before (and had a half-hour session of zazen meditation the morning after), and we were inundated with Buddhist culture and perspectives by the monk who was in charge of us. He gave a few explanations in Japanese, which were likely woefully translated given our translator's continual need to have somebody else in the group translate the specialized Buddhist-related terminology (the "main" translator is French originally, so translating from one second language into another had to have been hard on its own)...at one point we traced what I'm pretty sure is a Buddhist Sutra...which was all chinese characters...it took a while. And we had to do it sitting Japanese-style on our legs, so...well. It took me a good five minutes before I started feeling my feet again after a good 25-30 minutes of focused tracing.

Highlight was definitely the evening--as part of the weekend, we do an "international exchange" with the Japanese there...they do some traditional dances and perform for us, and each of the countries represented by the internationals present (we had the US, England, France, South Africa, and the Phillipines, among others) gave their own performances.

For the US, we did Soulja Boy. Not even kidding. We practiced and introduced it as "a traditional American dance," did the dance, and then proceeded to teach the Japanese...there is video of me doing Soulja Boy with probably an 80-year-old Japanese man behind me. When I can send a link, I shall, but for the meantime you'll have to settle for the picture attached. They actually learned super-quickly, very impressive.'

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

A package came for me today.

There was a note inside my door, asking me to let them know when to drop it off again (all in japanese, so I just called the number assuming).

Guy picks up...I explain I can't speak Japanese very well...

He goes, "Oh! gaijin-san!" ("Oh! Mr. foreigner!")

"Hai. gaijin-san desu."

The package was at my door about 5 minutes later.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Rosham Tray

All you Dartmouth Ultimate people should know that the students do rosham tray here--it's not even a question. Stack the trays, group rosham (Jan-Ken-Pon! Aiko deshou! No primes between throws), loser takes them all up for cleaning.

I'd like to note that I am 1-0 in rosham tray thus far in Japan. ("Rosham" is Rock-Paper-Scissors for the non-ultimate folks on this list.)

Work Impressions, So Far.

This week has been pretty easy so far--outside of a bit of help for a couple students who are participating in speech contests, and giving a couple classes where I did a more in-depth self-introduction, with Sports Day being this weekend the kids have a reduced class load to begin with and many of these first classes back are actually tests, leaving me with little to do. Far different from the Trips/orientation experience at Dartmouth, no?

Sports Day, incidentally, is a day (Saturday for my middle schools; Sunday for my elementaries) where the various grades compete by homeroom in a variety of activities. Today I got to watch some of the practice--in addition to learning and performing a dance that seems suspiciously like contradancing, I saw them do a giant version of jump rope where the homeroom has to all jump in time to clear the rope (there are about 25 students to a homeroom) and a task that involved handing a ball down a line from one end of the field to the other, with students dashing to the end of the line as soon as they handed off to continue the flow. Pretty entertaining stuff, and actually rather fascinating as far as understanding Japanese culture goes. I'm not sure I can put it all into words just yet, but if I feel sufficiently capable I'll indulge my rambling urges with a long bit on that at a later point.


Some more general work impressions/factoids: the kids all have the same uniform, down to the shoes they wear in class and in the gym. Girls wear the sailor suit, which you might be familiar with; guys wear white collared shirts with long pants. The kids are wonderful by the by--really cute. They're all a little timid and a little intimidated, I think, but in a fascinated kind of way that will lead to some fun connections, I think. In contrast to America, where teachers have their own rooms and the students go to them, in Japan students stay in their homerooms the entire day (outside of going to the gym, or needing to use art supplies, ec) and the teachers come to them. We teachers all share a teacher's room, all the desks organized into a few groups. With few classes and little lesson prep to do at the moment, I've spent most of my time there idly sitting at my desk on my laptop (thank god for the internet!). I can speak a bit of Japanese, which is helping my entering a new community somewhat as the language barrier is not so high as to be insurmountable without the aid of one of the Japanese Teachers of English (JTE's, the teachers who I work with in the classroom)...but I'm still often left to my own devices and wind up bored with some frequency as the rest of the teachers seemingly have a far more vast workload than I. And somehow I get paid more than they do...go figure.

Oh, and so far none of my classes have recognized me with long hair when I show them a picture of me and my family at graduation. And Mom, you and Dad might be pleased to know that, in addition to being very impressed with how young you both are, one kid in my class today mistook Dad for an older brother. Yep.