I Think I'm Turning Japanese
 

Although I celebrated Friendsgiving with my JET friends on Monday, and yesterday was the last Thursday of November for me, at home my family and friends are currently stuffing their faces with official Thanksgiving dinner. In the spirit of things, I decided to make a list of things I am thankful for at the moment. I could go on forever because I have an insane amount of gratidude for the life I lead, but living in Japan has made me feel grateful for the following things in particular:


- mashed potatoes (the one dish you can't screw up because you don't have the exact ingredients you need)
- the Internet 
- Japanese elementary schools
- Zicam (I've had 3 cold since being here, all killed quickly with this miracle drug)
- parenthetical statements
- turkey (can't find them here)
- hugs (I used to average one a day, now I'm down to about one every two weeks)
- Skype
- my parents' belief in orthodontia 
- Shutterfly
- patience (for myself and for others)
- Hulu (oh, the simple things I took for granted!)
- Bernoulli's principle of flight
- the gift of sight
- chocolate
- love (this should have been first, I know)
- past experiences and opportunities (which have molded me in countless ways)
- California
- open-mindedness
- Snuggies (I shall bring mine back when I go home)
- family
- babies
- adventure!

I hope everyone ate a ton, felt sick, laid down, and then got up for round 2. That's the spirit of America! :-)
 

Last night I went to see kabuki for the first time. I was pretty excited because we were apparently seeing one of the most popular shows put on by the most popular kabuki troupe, Nakamuraza. They had previously done a sold-out run in New York City, and in the theater community they are highly respected. Kobayashi sensei prepped me (and Alisha) on how famous this particular show was and gave us a summary in English so that we'd be prepared for the storyline. The only other experience I've had with Kabuki was the movie theater in Japan Town, and that totally doesn't count! The tickets were steep, but I knew I couldn't miss out on this opportunity, and it was one of the things I told myself I had to do while in Japan.

The day of the performance I got to duck out of work early and meet Kobayashi, Alisha, and Andrew in Osaka. Kobayashi didn't have tickets yet, and was hoping to get some standing room seats. He ended up not being able to get a ticket for himself and his son, and in hindsight I can't believe they would have been willing to pay that much to be standing for 3 and a half hours! It is a looooong play!

The venue itself is a portable building that has been erected and taken down and moved around multiple times. I would have never figured this was the case, as it was well constructed and very comfortable. The stage extended out in a catwalk that went from the main stage to the back of the theater. Each seat had its own cushion, which is a relief because those chairs would have been insanely uncomfortable without them. Before the show began some of the castmembers wandered around the audience like Japanese court jesters, and when Nakamura himself came out the audience went crazy! The little old ladies were adorably starstruck and stretched out their hands to try to touch him.

Once the play started, the houselights stayed on, which I was grateful for because it meant I got to glance at the notes we were handed at the entrance. It was so much easier to follow what was going on and what was about to happen next. Like Shakespeare plays, this play was conducted in old-style Japanese, so I think even fluent speakers would have a hard time picking up on little things. I could only catch a word here or there, but otherwise it more or less sounded like jibberish to me!

Like traditional kabuki, all the actors were men, but the ones who played women did such a great job that I forgot that they weren't really women. It is amazing how much you can pick up based on their intonation and expression alone (thanks, glasses). 

The first part of the play more or less goes like this (names have been changed for obvious reasons): Bob is sent to prison but is bailed out by the Smith family, to whom he now owes a great debt. Bob finds out that another guy, Steve, with whom he gets into a scuffle immediately after getting out of prison, is also indebted to the Smith family, so they decide to become blood brothers of sorts by trading kimono sleeves. Meanwhile, this beautiful hooker named Alexis is being persued by everyone,  including this rich jerk named Peter, but Alexis wants to be with Jimmy (who is supposed to be effeminate and weak, so I have no idea why she loves him). So, Alexis and Jimmy hide out at the Thompson's house (friends of Bob), but their constant bickering is too much for the Thompsons to bear, so Mr. and Mrs. Thompson decide they have to figure out how to separate them. Steve's beautiful wife, Tammy, happens to make a house call to the Thompsons at that very moment, and Mrs. Thompson gets the bright idea to have Jimmy go with Tammy to keep Alexis and Jimmy apart. Well, Mr. Thompson is not too happy with this idea because he thinks Tammy is just way too young and hot, and suspects Jimmy might fall for her and that strangers will judge them for being seen together. Tammy really wants to be helpful, and to prove to Mr. Thompson that she isn't too young and hot, she takes a poker from the fire and burns her face. Yeah, she's crazy! Well, Mr. Thompson now sees that Tammy is ugly and scarred, and lets Jimmy go with her. While Mr. Thompson is seeing them off, Bob's father- in-law, Gary, comes with a palanquin (man-carried buggy) and tells Mrs. Thompson that Bob has sent him to get Alexis. However, Gary is a dirty dirty liar and is in fact being paid by Peter to steal Alexis for himself. Mrs. Thompson doesn't know this, though, and lets Alexis go with Gary. Just after they leave, Bob comes by to say what's up, and Mrs. Thompson is like, "Oh, why are you here? Your dad- in- law was just here to take Alexis to you." So Bob figures out what's up and goes to chase Gary, the dirty dirty liar.

This last part was one of the coolest scenes, and it was right before intermission. This is when Bob finally catches up to Gary. The set opened up to an actual pond set in the stage floor. As the two are fighting, the house lights are dimmed and real lanterns (real fire! Abunai!) are used to illuminate the characters' faces and movements. (This is a nod to the way the stage was lit hundreds of years ago for the first Kabuki shows, and the dancing firelight is supposed to further evoke the tension in the scene.) Bob knows that Gary has always been a dirty dirty liar, and they begin screaming things at each other. The fight scene is rather intense, and ends with Bob and Gary fighting over a sword, wherein Gary accidentally gets cut and starts bleeding everywhere. He starts screaming, "Murderer!" and in a panic, Bob finishes him off and throws him into the pond. Water and blood everywhere. The front rows had to put ponchos on for this part!

We had intermission at this point and we all ate our bento dinners at our seats. My neck was starting to get stiff from sitting up at the balcony and having to turn to see the stage. I thought it was pretty cool that it was perfectly acceptable to eat our dinners in the theater. I guess it's just assumed that the Japanese aren't slobs like we would be in America!

After the intermission there were only 30 minutes left of the show. The play culminated in the final fight scene that had me watching open-mouthed and in awe for the last 10 minutes. Basically, after Bob kills Gary, he tries to play it off like nothing happened. However, his blood brother Steve discovers his bloody clog at the scene of the crime and realizes what happened. He knows that to kill a family member is the greatest offense and Bob would surely be executed for it, so he schemes for a way to get Bob to divorce his wife (Sandy). While Bob is home, Gary asks Sandy to mend his kimono, which has him taking off his clothes in front of her. They are flirty and are found in a compromising position, and instead of Bob getting mad at Steve for coming on to his wife, he writes up his own divorce papers then and there, and thus he is no longer related to Sandy's dirty dirty liar of a father, Gary, and he won't be as punished for killing him. Sandy takes their son and runs away, as Steve warns them that police are coming to arrest Bob. Here is where the coolest part comes in. It is a mix of puppetshow and live action, with choreographed ninja scenes and jumping around on rooftops. It is amazing how much action is going on in a very small stage and very little tech. After Bob finds himself cornered by the police, the  back of the play house opened up to reveal the real outdoors. You could see the trees and (if you were seated in the right place) a perfect view of Osaka castle as a backdrop. Steve joins Bob, and they decide to jump from the police, and it is assumed that they get away and live happily ever after. This occurs with Steve and Bob running up a bridge and literally jumping off the back of the stage towards the real castle. It was awesome!

When it was all over, the crowd was at its feet. Overall it was a wonderful experience. I did not expect to be so enraptured by the performance, but I was. Though someone had warned me that kabuki can be incredibly boring and to get a translation (which wasn't available for this show), my interest was held the entire time. It also helps to thoroughly read a synopsis of the play beforehand and to map out the relationship between the chracters, otherwise it is easy to find yourself completely lost. So, go prepared (both mentally and monetarily) and you should have a great time!
 

Dear teachers on prep period hanging out in the faculty room,


Why do you guys choose to stand up during your break? You're standing all day! And yet most of you come back to the staff room and just stand next to your desk awkwardly. Sometimes you have your arms folded like you're angry that you have to stand, and if that is the case, may I kindly point out that there is a nice cushy desk chair right next to on which you may sit? Sometimes there are several of you standing at a time, and it makes me think that there is an impromptu meeting going on, so my eyes dart around frantically and wonder if I should stand up too so we can bow at kyouto sensei beore the meeting starts. But, oddly, I usually find that you guys are just all standing staring in different directions. For no apparent reason. Sometimes you guys congregate in the middle of the staff room, and all look in the same direction (like the whiteboard in the front), so I look to see what special announcement you are reading. But, I have come to find out, you guys are just looking in that general direction as you awkwardly engage in conversation that has nothing to do with work. 


I guess I am just dying to know why you don't take advantage of your 50 minutes off to grade papers, rest your feet, nap (as many of your colleagues do), or something less creepy and confusing than standing and staring blankly at nothing. 


If you find the time between your random bouts of standing for no reason, can you please reply with a logical explanation? I'd really appreciate it!


Thanks so much!


Love,
Erica
 
I love the Bay Area. I love the diversity, I love the freedom, I love the weather, and I love the people. I love that you can be sitting at a cafe, and watch and old lady with a mohawk and a man dressed as a nun walk by without batting an eye. There are so many things that make the Bay Area the best place to be.


But, there is one thing that the Bay Area is missing: seasons. Yes, it gets hot in the summer (except for the foggy city) and rainy in the fall and winter, and sometimes it might be cold enough to leave frost on your window. But those aren't REAL seasons. That's just a slight change in the weather. It's just Mother Nature's way of gently telling us, "By the way, I like you better than any other area in the country, but I don't want to make everyone too jealous so we'll just change up the temperature slightly." 


Each leaf in the Bay Area seems to live with the mindset of "I guess it's cold now, so I'm gonna turn brown and feebly crumple to the ground." At least, that is what goes through the minds of those leaves that aren't attached to a palm tree or an evergreen. Which, if you've been to California, you know can exist at the same time in the same yard. Just go visit my house in Danville. You'll see. But the trees in Japan aren't like that. Right now the trees are exploding with color. They have a zest for life and will prove to anyone looking just how much they love being leafy by turning awesomely hypercolor every fall. Even though the wind is blowing maniacally, they cling to their boughs with brilliant furvor and refuse to let go until they have finished turning every shade of green, yellow, orange, and red that exsits in the world. What show-offs! 


I love riding the train in the morning and being able to look up at the yama and see the lush green slowly change colors with each passing day. I make a conscious effort to sit on the side of the train that can see the mountain, and I will even give up sitting on the wrong side so i can stand (gasp) and see the view. Outside one of the second floor windows of my middle school, there is a tree that was dark green on Wednesday. When I came back the following monday it had turned into the most vibrant orange I had ever seen! It looked pretty awesome against the bright blue sky (Weebly colors!).


The sad part is, the turning leaves last for such a short period. One week things are green, the next week they are changing, and then the week after that the trees are naked. But for a fleeting moment in time, Japan is alive and with colors that would make the Rainbow Goblins jealous.


In the spring time, the branches give way to buds that burst into sakura, and the once brown landscape is dotted with the delicate pink and white cherry blossoms. I'm sure I'll be writing a blog about that come March, so stay tuned.
 

I love milk tea. When I first had it on a hot, humid, sticky summer day in Tokyo, it refreshed my pallette. Now that the weather is getting colder, you can get it hot out of the vening machines. I think I like it even better this way! 

I have just finished a bottle of milk tea at my desk. I think the Kirin brand is much better than Lipton, as Lipton tends to start tasting like soap after a while.


As Forrest Gump would say, "And that's all I have to say about that."
 
Hanging out with Auntie Tita is like living in a comedy. This weekend there were endless amounts of quotable moments and video-worthy incidents, including getting attacked by deer. So let's start from the beginning!

Tita came in through KIX from Manila on Friday night. I took the Kansai Airport Limousine to meet her. Sounds fancy, right? It's not. It's a total misnomer. It should be called "Kansai Airport Crapbus." But it got me there quickly, so that's good.

It was already late, but I was hoping things would be open so I could show her some shops and some sights. Santica and Motomachi was closing up by the time we got there, and Chinatown was dead, so we made our way to Harborland and got "hamburgers." In Japan, this means a hamburger patty and rice with some gravy on top, kind of like a Moco Loco minus the Loco. We took in the beautiful view of the harbor all lit up at night, and then we made our way back to Gak to sleep.

Saturday morning we went to check out Tsurukabato Elementary School's music festival. It was really cute! I was a little bummed that we didn't get to tour the classrooms like we did at JHS bunkasai, but it was nice to be able to bring Tita to one of my places of work. Then we headed to the Maya Cable Car to explore Mt. Maya, which I thought was Mt. Rokko, but turns out it's right next to it. Shows what I know. Getting to the cable car required a bit of an uphill walk. It was nothing like my walk up the Hill of Death that leads to my JHS, but it was still some sweaty times. We got on the cable car, which climbs up the really steep part of the mountain. It was really cool to see some of the trees had already started changing into their beautiful fall colors. Though, for the most part, things are still pretty green. Halfway up the mountain, we had to transfer to the ropeway, which is basically like a gondola. The view was amazing! You could see pretty much all of Kobe and some of Osaka. Luckily it was a nice sunny day so visibility was awesome.

Once we were on the top of Mt. Maya, we took a bus to Rokkosan Pasture. It's basically a farm, where sheep run amok. It was a really beautiful landscape, and didn't feel like we were in Japan at all. From some of the hills, when you looked around, it kind of felt like you were in Auburn in the fall. The smell of horses helped, too. We walked around and saw some baby animals and the rabbit area. There I learned that I am really allergic to angora rabbits. I pet some of the fur and my eyes and lips got really puffy and itchy a little bit later. Ew. Well, at least I know now that I don't have to go wasting my money on any expensive angora sweaters! (Always look on the bright side of life!) There were machines everwhere so you could buy pellets to feed the sheep and the goats. Have you ever been up to close to a sheep? They are kind of terrifying. There's a reason why a disturbing movie was named after them. They have these weird bulgey eyes with slits for pupils, and the can be very aggressive (not as aggressive as the deer in Nara... keep reading for that). Plus, even though they have fluffy wool coats, they are really dirty! Have I just become a farm animal snob?

After the goat feeding, we went to this building that was called the Cheese Castle where they make a lot of their own cheese, presumably from the sheep, goats and cows they have on that farm. I got to sample a bunch of the delicious cheeses, but didn't buy any since I knew we would be walking around for a while and warm cheese that's been in your purse all day is just gross! We hung out at the Cheese Castle for a little bit before heading back to the ropeway. The view going down the ropeway and the cable car was awesome! The light had shifted a little bit since it was later in the day, and all the treetops took on a more orange glow.

After Mt. Maya we were pretty tired, but I wanted to take Auntie Tita to some of the shops. We went to Loft and she had a ball at the 4th floor sticker mecca. Seriously, it is a sticker persons' fantasayland come to life! I had gone there a couple months ago, but the stickers must change by season because they had a whole section of Christmas stickers. If I hadn't been strengthening my willpower so much in Japan, I would have bought out the entire store! I managed to walk away with only spending a few hundred yen.

After Loft, I took Auntie Tita to ishi-yaki. I think all ishi-yaki must be about the same, but since I knew Issian was so delicious in Tokyo, I decided to hunt down the Kobe location. We ordered far less than Dan and I did, and since Tita doesn't drink, we stuck to water. Definitely didn't feel as gluttonous this time around! We ordered the chicken skin, chicken breast, maguro, risotto-style rice, seaweed salad, and "supreme beef." The latter was the melty fatty amazingness that I had written about before. It turns out, it was Kobe beef! It's called something else here (I can't remember what and I am too lazy to look it up), though. I have had Kobe beef without even knowing it! Highly recommended.

After Issian, we got some Haagen-Dazs and ate it at Tits Park. I guess I have been getting used to the smaller Japanese portions after Auntie Tita remarked that the scoop was so small! It was still delicious, though, and definitely enough. We were both pretty tired from the day, so we decided to just go home and sleep early.

We woke up after getting to sleep in a little bit. It was kind of a slow morning, but it's not like there was much to rush for. We headed to Deli Bakery Kitchen (I think that's what it's called) for some breakfast, and then we were off to Nara. Nara is about 90 minutes away on the Hanshin line. They are having their 3000th year anniversary (yes, you read that right), and their weird little mascot is Sentokun. Apparently he's kind of offensive to some, as not only is he a cartoon baby Buddha, but he also has deer horns. In Nara you can find Japan's biggest Buddha at Todaiji Temple, which was pretty awesome to see. We saw all sorts of other structures that didn't have any English explanations to them, so I don't know what they were (one being a bell: "Oh, it's like a bong!" "You mean a gong?") Definitely the highlight of the trip, though, was all the deer.

The deer in Nara are aggressive. You can buy little bundles of deer biscuits to feed them, and they are literally EVERYWHERE. You can try to trick them and open your hands and pretend you don't have anymore biscuits, but they will smell them in your bag, and stick their nose in their, or nip at your clothes, and generally follow you around and harrass you endlessly. I was even headbutted in the ass by a male dear whose antlers were just started to come out. It scared the miso out of me! Somehow the deer have even learned to bow to you. The less aggressive deer will approach you hesitantly and bow their heads, and then you give them a biscuit and they bow again and go on to the next person. However, not all of them are as gracious. The funniest was when Tita went to sit down to find her glasses, and two deer surrounded her and almost attacked her. I love that she tried to reason with them using words: "I don't have anything! Go away!" While I was shouting, "Just get up and get away from them!" Instead she just sat there yelping and cowering, which I think spurred the deer on some more. Are deer carnivorous? If so, I'm sure they would have tried to eat her eventually.

The sun started to go down pretty early, so we made our way back to Nara station and took a nap on the train back to Sannomiya. When we got there we found a little restaurant in Center Plaza and had a simple yakitori dinner. We were once again really tired from the day, so we headed back to Gak so Tita could pack called it a night.

Tita woke up really early to catch the bus back to Osaka airport. She left behind a great deal of goodies, though! It was much appreciated. All in all, it was a pretty cool weekend.

I'm looking forward to many more visitors!

 
The above statement is a promise. My Auntie Tita came to visit for the weekend. The short story: we went to Harborland, Mt. Maya, and Nara. We saw things. We ate food. 


I will post a much longer and entertaining story when I'm not as exhausted!
 

Last weekend was Halloween! It felt like it snuck on me fairly quickly, particulary because there wasn't an excess of gaudy Halloween displays in stores and houses and apartments weren't bedecked with fake cobwebs and pumpkins on the front stoop. It kills the child inside just a little bit, I must admit. I also didn't get around to even thinking of what I could dress up as for Halloween.


 A year ago I was sending frantic emails back and forth with friends about our big Halloween plans at the Regency Center in the city, and scouring party supply stores for the perfect accessories for my and Ted's Mario and Luigi costumes.


 This year the extent of my costume shopping involved me running into Tokyo Hands at 8:29 when they closed at 8:30, running up to the non-slutty costume area (which also happened to house a bunch of Christmas costumes... be prepared to see me elaborately dressed as a Christmas tree at all my Holiday parties at home), and grabbing the first costume I could find. The entire process took all of 3 minutes, and within that time I went from "Oh shit, what can I be that doesn't have to be preceeded by the words 'slutty/sexy'" (ie- "Sexy Nemo, slutty robot, sexy horse, slutty pumpkin) to "I'm gonna be a panda!"


I am pleased with my costume decision for many reasons: 1) pandas are ridiculously cute 2) the costume covers my entire body, thus it will keep me warm while my sexy-costumed friends are freezing 3) I can wear it to support Sandoval when I go home to watch Giants games 4) I can probably wear it while skiing and be the coolest person on the slopes. Just you watch.


There weren't any huge plans for the weekend, so most of the JETs went to the Polo Dog in Sannomiya. It was only my second time there, and it was packed. My friend Bridget was DJing, and it's always fun to see the Hanayama and Port Islanders that you don't get to run into every day. Most of the costumes were pretty good, but I have to admit it all felt a bit half-assed to me. Don't get me wrong; it was a hell of a night, but I think the absence of my close friends making me laugh till I had cramps kind of put a damper on the night. Sure, maybe it was homesickness. Anyway, I had a great time, but being claustrophobic and a bit of an old lady these days, I didn't stay much past 11 and managed to make my way home at a decent hour, reeking of cigarettes and Jager. And then I came home to my empty apartment and started thinking about what makes (or should make) Halloween awesome every time.


The greatest thing about Halloween is the blatant disregard for dental hygiene (and possible diabetes), if only for a night. Eat a whole candy bar? Sure. Oh, another? Oh heck, why not! We're celebrating the hallows, right? Oh, and a jawbreaker before bed? What would ghosts and gouls do? They'd say heck yes! And then you're left laying on your bed surrounded by candy wrappers and twitching from the diabetic shock, and your teeth are left to rot over night because you can't get yourself to get out of your panda costume and brush your teeth.
No? Just me?


Ok, I'll be honest, this year that WASN'T me (praise Jeebus), but not necessarily because of sheer willpower. Japan seems to be going through a centuries-long epidemic. It's called "candyreallyisn'tabigdeal-itis." When asking students in class if they like candy, maybe only 3 or 4 kids raise their hands. And when explaining the idea of "trick-or-treat" to them, they have the most confused looks on their faces, because first of all, why are you being so greedy, and second of all, what the shit are you going to do with a bag full of candy? It doesn't make sense. Add that to the fact that candy in the stores is kind of expensive, and you can see why I wasn't able to throw myself into a hyperglycemic coma.


The next best thing about Halloween is having any excuse to scare the pants off anyone, yourself included. We watch scary movies, go to haunted houses, pop out of coffins, have motion-activated Halloween decorations... it's ridiculous! And it works! Although Japan is pretty good at the horror movie thing (see Ringu), the fact that many of my students couldn't grasp why I was talking about scary things made me a bit sad. They just thought Halloween was about jack-o-lanterns and costumes. I had to explain why we first started celebrating Halloween, and how scary things have all become part of the territory. So when I asked my ichi-nensei students to design a scary Halloween character (after showing them many examples and having them all exclaim over how scary they were), I got a whole lot of smiling happy sunshiney anime characters. Where was the blood and the skulls and the rotting carcassiness? 


Le sigh.


Well, at least I am coming to appreciate things more, both at home and here in Japan.


Happy belated Halloween, everyone!
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I was wrong, I guess. Pandas are incredibly sexy.
 
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So I promise to write something more Japan-related, like Halloween and other adventures, but right now, I must focus on the subject at hand:

THE GIANTS WON THE WORLD SERIES!

I am so happy that I am sitting at work breaking the rules by blogging just so I can rejoice. This happens to come within the same week as my new nephew, Everett Weston, being born. My brother must be absolutely dilirious with happiness!

Congrats to SF and everyone who has devoted years to the team! :-)