Thursday, September 27, 2012

Anecdote: Honesty

Unrelated: Best Fortune!
After seeing Canti off in that horrible rain the other day, everything on me was completely soaked. The water had penetrated even my wallet and dampened every bill. The next day, while trying to buy a drink in a vending machine, the damned contraption swallowed my 1000¥ (12$) and wouldn't spit it out. Lucky, Ken was around and called the number on the machine.
 "We'll refund you that money," they said without any demand of proof. Sure as hell, they took my address, and two days later, a letter came to me with an apology from the company and 1000¥ inside. People are either naive or honest here, but I'm thinking it's the latter.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Hosting a Tourist

Here I am, at Haneda airport terminal. It's 11:30PM and the last trains are about to cease, but I'm here hoping to intercept a certain someone.
 Flocks of business men and women come out from the baggage-pick-up door, droves of them, and it's slowly occurring to me that I don't even know which flight my contact is coming from, but I'm hoping it's not the 11:35 one, 'cause that one got delayed to 1.
 That's when my Indonesian penpal, Canti comes out. I recognize her right away, cause she has blue hair. Also, her hat is a monkey. Also, Canti is a witch. Go figure.

I met Canti on the internet over her putting up a request to find someone to go to a haunted forest with. She was to come to Japan for 10 days for her 22nd birthday, with her "Couch-Surfing" host, and we were to do just that. Though my schedule and her's conflicted and it no longer seems like we'll get to do that, other developments have arisen, and it turns out her host hasn't been too reliable at all.
 So I've been hosting Canti at my place for the last two days.
 And that's been fun.


Exploring the city with Canti re-awakened in me the amazement I had when seeing everything for the first time, too. It was lots of fun getting her perspective as a first-timer, too -- especially considering Canti's background. I call her "witch" (she half-jokingly calls herself that too) but Canti is actually seriously a practitioner of Wicca, complete with a witchcraft altar and all that. She's by an enormous long-shot a lot more sensitive to all things spiritual than I am and has only a limited time to buy gifts for her friends, seeing as she's leaving the country October 1st.

Today had us going through some of the places that not too long ago had me quite giddy, such as the market streets of Ameyayokocho, Ueno Park, Asakusa, and the Ikebukuro cat cafes.

Also she loves cats.
 "Whoa," she said as we approached a temple in Ueno Park, "the energy here is totally different. We just walked through a barrier." Though I don't think her spirituality is what defines her, Canti definitely has some times when she's aware of this kind of thing. I may be atheistic, but I do have a lot of respect for that.

Today ended with Canti leaving for Kyoto in the middle of a raging rainstorm the likes of which I haven't seen since the last tropical typhoon, but she'll be back in Tokyo in two days, after which I'm sure there'll be lots more to show her.

Friday, September 21, 2012

All the Bureaucracy

A little over a month ago it was revealed to me, by one of my superiors at my workplace, that the best way to obtain a visa in my case probably wasn't to do so through my work. You see, my idea for staying in Japan was to go after a Working Visa. But Working Visas take a long time to process and have gotten harder to attain in the past few years. Instead, I'm going after a different visa: the Biological Child of a Biological Child of a Japanese National Visa. What a mouth-full. But it exists.

My "mildly annoyed by bureaucratic bullshit" face.



When I first inquired about it, I was told by a rather tired-looking man behind a desk that I would be needing several documents, notably:
- My birth certificate.
- My mother's birth certificate.
- My mother's marriage certificate.
- My grandfather's birth certificate.
- Grandfather's marriage certificate.
- A letter of guarantee from a contact within Japan.
- An attestation that I have no criminal record.


"Not this shit again..."

 However, all documents had to be originals. So the past month has been a rush to gather these documents from all over the world and get the translated into Japanese (which got done, in the end, courtesy of my own mother.) Today I submitted those documents after a two hour wait in processing.
 Should my application succeed, I'll have access to a 5 year renewable stay in Japan, with freedom to change jobs, go to school, or do whatever the hell I want. Fingers crossed.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Things I've Been Doing

Sometimes I don't post in a while and it may give the impression I'm just hanging in dead time. That's actually not too far from being false, I guess. Though work's been taking up a lot of my time, I do manage to squeeze in a few activities, but nothing out of the ordinary. Those would merit their own posts here. Here's what I've been doing lately, outside of the big adventures and crazy shit.

I went to Ueno Zoo again with Erika and Maxine and got in a fight with this goose.
I don't usually beat up barnyard animals.

Ken introduced me to his sister and nephews.
They've got lots to learn in the ways of gaming.
Yeah, I hang with children on my off days too.
That aside, I've also introduced Ken's step-sister to my job.
We celebrated at a steak house for her employment and my promotion.
Speaking of work, they transferred me to another location after my promotion.
I'm not very happy about it. This picture captured one of my last days at the previous place.
One of the kids decided to wear a shirt that didn't fit just so he could match mine.

One of my older colleagues taught me the butterfly twist.
I'll show you guys when I get really good at it.
 This is me practicing and warming up with butterfly kicks.

And that about sums it up. But hey, there's less than a month left before my next big trip. If you don't know about that yet, I guess you'll know soon enough.


Thursday, September 13, 2012

Interesting Tidbits: Not Quite Sushi

 In the western world, sushi has only recently boomed in terms of popularity. We're looking at a less than 10 year timeline here, from which it went to almost unheard of to a common get-together meal. I recall hearing that in the recent years "Sushi" has even become a trend in the naming of pets. How's that for popular.
 In reality, though, what passes for sushi outside of Asia isn't quite the same as the authentic thing. Here, Sushi conjures the image of a sliced piece of raw fish atop a small slab of rice. Two pieces for 1.50$-ish.

Aala indulging in sushi.
Don't get me wrong. I love the Western interpretation too. It's better suited for the local taste, and I get that. But it's almost a completely different thing. California rolls and Kamikaze rolls stuffed with a billion different tastes that explode in your mouth is a real enigma when compared to the simple, almost minimalist taste of simple raw fish. Western sushi is as subtle as a firework going off inside a library.
 Most (affordable) Japanese sushi places are modest counter-type diners where you either order your sushi from a screen, call it out to one of the people making it in front of you (do you call them cooks if they don't cook?) or pick it up from a conveyor belt. To my knowledge, even expensive sushi places are quite modest in appearance and demeanor.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Brief Note: One Up

This picture's actually from Spring!

I got another raise! I'm officially paid an extra 1.15$ or so an hour. Up, up, up I go.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Here Comes PETA

Shin-Okubo is Tokyo's "Little Korea." It's home to many Koreans, it's a sure place to find heaps of Korean merchandise (especially idol-related), and, of course, there are also many Korean food joints to choose from. I've had Korean food a couple of times, and it's nice, but I can't for the life of me remember Korean dish names. Kimchi? "That's not a dish," you say? Well go to hell.

 I don't come to Shin-Okubo often. The last time I was in the area was for the Yamanote Line walk. At that time, Aala showed Ken and Sofie and I a peculiar Chinese restaurant. "I have to come here and write an article about this place," he said. "But I can't eat here, because it isn't Halal." I offered to help. He'd pay my meal!
 And that's how it came to be decided that I would eat dog meat.



Yum!
 Hold that thought! Let me just clarify that Japanese people generally don't eat dog! This restaurant could not exist outside of Korean Town. The thought of it is the same as it would be to most Canadians, ranging from disgust to skepticism.
 Whatever, I'll take the free meal, thank you.
 The dish, served with a mildly spicy sauce and green onion, was actually quite nice. The dog meat, though, comes all the way from China, so the meal was actually quite expensive: 2000¥, or approximately 24$. It could have done with a little less salt, but dog meat itself is pretty tender and has a pleasant taste. I hear it's tender because they beat the dog to death using their bare fists. That wasn't a joke. The thought isn't pleasant to me, either, folks, but not so different from what they do to other animals.
Is dog meat anything special, all things considered? No, it's not. You could've fooled me if you put it in my plate and said it was something else.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Ashiomachi: Abandoned School

Our trip to the graying town of Ashiomachi doesn't end at the copper mine. We stumble out with a second destination in mind: the recently abandoned local elementary school. Understandably, the town has had a decline in terms of the number of young students in the area, and therefore this elementary had to close in 2007.
 Once upon a time, it must've been bustling with kids playing around and the like. The building itself is sizable, so one would assume it had the attendance to match.
 As we arrive at the site, all doors are locked and chained. Understandably, they didn't want us in here. There's a sign on the window that says that the place is being watched by camera, but we quickly call that bluff - there is no power being fed into the building. That just leaves the matter of the chains.
 We aren't caught off guard, though. I make quick work of climbing to the second floor, finding an unlocked balcony door, slipping in and opening the way for my companions. The one obstacle being out of the way, we now have freedom to explore the building as we like.














Although the chairs and desks were taken away almost entirely from the classrooms, the number of things that weren't was quite amazing. Though dusty, some of the other rooms such as the teacher's lounge room and the audio-visual storage rooms were fully supplied with furniture and appliances that were more than likely still functional if not for the lack of power in the building. A number of a calendars indicated that the last month the school was in service was July 2007, merely five years ago.

 Despite only recently being abandoned, though, the building did show several signs of age dating far prior to said decision. Most of the facilities were long outdated, examples being an abundance of VHS tapes and tape players, diskettes and the like. It's easy to imagine the place didn't get much funding in recent years, but we did also find at least two dozen unicycles in the sports storage room, a number of complete xylophones, and even a tuba. If anything, maybe the program at this school was a little dubious also. We did rejoice, however, in finding packaged clothing that fit us!

Of course, we also went through all the elementary school fantasies we had (or didn't): burning things with magnifying lenses, role-playing teacher and students, kicking doors in and moving stuff around, yelling through megaphones and pushing each other with equipment-moving carts through the halls. Every new piece of junk we found was like dungeon treasure. Such was probably the delight pillagers used to take in the olden days. The only thing we kept though, were the clothes.
 Before leaving, there was one thing I had left to do.

You see, I had spotted these golf clubs and a bag full of golf balls in there, too. Unfortunately, the clubs were left handed, but I did get a chance to practice my driving arm.
 Aala bet me 10 bucks I couldn't break a window. I came very close and hit a nearby wall, but I didn't get to see any of that money. Maybe I'd have had more luck hitting with my right arm.
 Oh, fancy that shirt I'm wearing? That's my sweet dungeon loot. I'm keeping that.