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久しぶり(2)
I’ve realized that a good 3 years have past since my adventures on the Dartmouth LSA. What made me realize this was my recent trip back to Kyoto for the national holiday called Culture Day.
Still trying to catch up on a bunch of stories from last month, but check out my latest post!
http://hanachaninjapankobe.tumblr.com/post/132866744332/%E6%96%87%E5%8C%96%E3%81%AE%E6%97%A5
久しぶり
It's been a while.
You thought my journey was over, didn't you? Well, I'm back here to update you on some exciting news. I have just been accepted to study in Japan again, on the exchange program to Kanda University of International Studies! So, keep your eyes open for a new blog, which I will begin sometime between now and September. :) If you have comments about how I can make "Hana-chan in Japan Part II" more interesting, please let me know.
Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.
I feel so bad, but I'm only here to post a picture that I'm referencing in a Blackboard response for JAPN 61: Culture of Anime and Manga. I wish I had the time to retell my experiences on the Kansai trip like I had promised and properly wrap-up my blog, but alas, this may not ever happen.
Hana-chan No Longer In Japan
I woke up on Saturday, August 25.
In the afternoon, I said goodbye to the Watanabe-sans and departed from Narita Airport. It was still Saturday, August 25.
I arrived in Detroit on Saturday, August 25.
When I finally landed in Portland, Maine and rode home to Oakland, it was still Saturday, August 25.
That jet lag is a weird thing. For about a week, I just crashed. By the time I returned to Dartmouth, I remembered that I had left the blog unfinished! So, although I am no longer in Japan, I shall post a couple more stories of my travels.
It’s a Cat… No, It’s a Girl… No, It’s a Cosplayer!
Disclaimer: the translation is not literal, and the italics are things I added to my original Japanese script. By the way, I think the presentation was quite successful. I thank Dorsey-sensei and Yamaji-sensei for proofreading it, and the Watanabe family and my mom for listening to me practice.
「コミケ」は「コミック・マーケット」を短く(みじかく)した大きなイベントの名前です。年に二回三日間(みっかかん)、東京の「ビッグ・サイト」という所であります。「夏コミ」というのは八月のイベントで、「冬コミ」というのは十二月のイベントであります。
KOMIKE is the shortened name of a large event “Comic Market.” Spelled in English, this would be Comiket. Twice a year for three days, it is held at a place called Tokyo Big Sight. There is an event in August called NATSUKOMI, and an event in December called FUYUKOMI. They go by these names because NATSU is the Japanese word for summer and FUYU is the Japanese word for winter.
コミケは漫画やアニメが好きな人が同人誌(どうじんし)などを買うために集まる(あつまる)世界の中で一番大きいイベントです。たいてい、最初の日に漫画と小説(しょうせつ)を売って、次の日にアニメとゲームを売って、最後の日にそれ以外(いがい)の本を売ります。同人誌は漫画が好きな人が自分達で作ったとくべつな雑誌です。
Comiket is the world’s largest convention in which fans of anime and manga gather to buy Doujinshi. Doujinshi is a magazine or bound volume that contains text stories, comics, or artwork created by fans of a particular anime or manga. Usually these stories serve as alternate episodes, spoofs, sequels, etc. and the artwork can either resemble a character’s original appearance or take on a different artistic style. When I went to Comiket I recognized a lot of anime that had doujinshi of a totally different genre, for example Shoujo (targeted toward young girls) manga turned into a Shounen (targeted toward adolescent/young adult males). In general, on the first day they sell manga and novels, on the second day they sell anime and games, and on the third day they sell a wide assortment of strange, creative, nonsensical, and leftover materials and collectibles. However the types items sold can overlap from day to day.
どんな人がどんな漫画とアニメをコミケで買うかを聞くために、たくさんの人にインタビューをしました。コミケに行く前に、最初渋谷(しぶや)にある「マンダラケ」という店に行きました。その後で、秋葉原(あきはばら)にある「コミック・ジン」と「イェロー・サブマリン」という店でインタビューしました。インタビューした少年が好きな女性の一人は「なると」と「みつどもえ」という漫画をコミケで探したと言っていました。他の人は「東方プロジェクト」というゲームが好きだと言っていました。インタビューした男性の一人はコミケで好きな同人誌を探す(さがす)のが宝探し(たからさがし)のようだと言っていました。
In order to ask what kinds of people buy what kinds of manga and anime at Comiket, I interviewed a lot of people before going to the event. First, I went to Mandarake in Shibuya, later I went to Comic-zine and Yellow Submarine in Akihabara. Some people I interviewed who especially enjoyed the Shounen genre said that they would be searching for Naruto and Mitsudomoe. I looked these up, and Naruto is the famous anime that has been running as long as Pokemon (just an estimation) and is even extremely popular in the US. Although some Shounen like Naruto have a “masculine” drawing style and action-oriented plot, Mitsudomoe is a Shounen that features cute, stylized schoolgirls. Another person I interviewed also enjoyed a game called the Touhou Project, which is a shooting game, but you play as anime characters instead of soldiers like in CoD or something. One guy even compared Comiket to a treasure hunt.
ざんねんですが、人が多くて、入るのに長く並ばなければなりません。コミケの中で、迷いやすいから、コミケで気をつけなくてはいけません。宝探しのために地図が要ります。同じように、コミケのためにそこで買える漫画とアニメを説明するカタログが要ります。カタログは本とCDの二冊(にさつ)があります。両方(りょうほう)にビッグ・サイトの地図や各部屋(かくへや)の地図や色々な索引(さくいん)が入っています。使い方を説明します。最初、索引(さくいん)で好きなアニメと漫画を調べられます。次ぎ、コミケに行きたい日についてのページを選んで(えらんで)、ほしい物を売っているテーブルの場所を調べます。売っている場所はビッグ・サイトの東にも西にもあります。
インタビューした人たちが同人誌を買いたければ、頑張って(がんばって)コミケのカタログを買って、イベントに行く前に読んでおいたほうがいいと言いました。2400円で買う事ができなかったら、コミケの色々な入り口の所で読めます。
Unfortunately, Comiket is extremely crowded and you must wait in a long line in order to enter. In the morning at opening time, around 10 AM, the cue is usually the longest because you have your serious anime fans who camped out in the night in order to snatch popular, rare collectibles as soon as possible. When I went to Comiket, I waited until about 1 PM so there would be no line, just rivers of people flowing from hall to hall. Because it is so easy to get lost among the crowds, you must be very careful. Like a treasure hunt is done best with a map, you should really use a catalogue to navigate Comiket. It comes in two forms, CD and book form, both for 2400 Yen, about thirty dollars. They are so expensive for two reasons. First, admission is free, but once upon a time, you were required to buy the catalogue before entering Comiket, like your ticket in. Although this is not done anymore, enough serious players buy the catalogue that the organization still profits very much. Second, the catalogue is packed with information and is valuable like any guidebook. It includes maps of Big Sight, maps of each table, and a bunch of indexes that list the circles that sell Doujinshi and other products. You are supposed to use the first index to look up the anime or manga you want, one index is by artist, one by title, one alphabetical by picture (the easiest to identify if you don’t know kanji). Then you choose the day you will go to Comiket (table diagrams change each day). Lastly, you are directed to the corresponding map, showing the East or West Wing, the room number, the section, and the table. By the way, the catalogue is only in Japanese, probably to control the population and discourage an increase in international visitors since Tokyo Big Sight, though gigantic, has its limits.
今年、五十万人がコミケに来たようです。コミケでお客さんはたいてい品物(しなもの)を売ったり買い物をしたりコスプレをしたりします。例えば、メイドやレインボ・ダシュというキャラクターを見ることができるかもしれません。しかし、コスプレする人にお願いしないで写真を撮ってはいけません 。コスプレをするには、800円を払わなくてはいけません。時々プロのコスプレする人もいます。インタビューした人たちによると、プロはお客さんと話してくれたり、話してくれなかったりするそうです。
This year, over 500,000 people were expected to attend Comiket. At the event, customers sell, shop, and cosplay. Cosplay is the combination of “costume” and “play,” in which fans dress up and take on the personalities as anime characters. When they are good enough, it’s kind of like legitimate acting but in public instead of on stage. When I went, I saw a lot of cat-girls and maids. Thomas said that he found someone dressed as Rainbow Dash, a character from My Little Pony. Brenda took pictures of Haruhi Suzumiya and Smile Precure, among other cosplayers. However, you must pay 800 yen for permission to cosplay at Comiket, and sometimes there are even professional cosplayers (like what I mentioned about “acting”). There are strict rules about asking permission to take pictures, and professional cosplayers may perform but not even speak to customers.
さて、日本のマーケットとアメリカのコミコンがちょっと違います。コミケと日本にある他のマーケットは同人誌で有名で、日本には、漫画とアニメのイベントは漫画家のためです。アメリカのコミコンはコスプレやパネルデイスカッション(panel discussion)で有名です。アメリカには、漫画とアニメが好きな人のためです。アメリカのコミコンにお金を払わなくてもコスプレができます。払わないで(はらわないで)コミケに入れる(はいれる)けど、アメリカのコミコンに入るために50ドルほどを払ってはいけません。コミケなどに集まる人はたいてい30才ぐらいの男性だから、日本のマーケットにはたくさんアドルト本を売ります。アメリカのコミコンに集まる人のほうが若いから、アドルト本を売るのは恥ずかし(はずかし)過ぎます。インタビューした人に、そんなわけでコミケのほうがいいように言われました。
Finally, Japanese anime conventions and American anime conventions are very different. Japanese conventions were created for the artists to display and sell their work, as the main activity is buying and selling, but American conventions focus more on the fan community, with game competitions, a larger population of cosplay, exclusive movie viewings, and panel discussions. I have yet to attend an American anime convention, but after doing so much research on the Japanese version, I am very interested in experiencing first-hand what these differences are.
最後に、ご清聴(ごせいちょう)、ありがとうございました。
Nihonmatsu (Part 2)
It is time to resume my story about my Nihonmatsu homestay experience. I woke up in the morning to a wonderful Japanese-style breakfast. Have I ever described what a Japanese meal consists of? As we relaxed in the dining room next to the garden, which was especially beautiful in the morning because we could see the sparkling remnants of rain outside the screen doors that covered three of the walls,, Sato-okaasan carried in a tray full of small dishes. Instead of loading everything onto one plate, we enjoyed each course separately, including miso soup, salmon, and rice. We each chose different furikake (seasoning for rice), which gave us the opportunity to discuss our likes and dislikes. Unfortunately, I had to admit that unlike most native Japanese, I have found it absolutely impossible to palate wasabi. Towards the end of our leisurely morning, our topics drifted from food to school clubs (Urara had brass band practice in the afternoon) to mukashi banashi (Japanese myths). I was so thankful we had studied a few in Ishida-sensei’s class, like Momotarou and Issunboushi, since I was able to identify the characters on the set of chopstick holders that they later presented to me as a souvenir.
After Urara and Sato-otousan left, we got ready for our scenic ride to Adatara. Once again, it struck me how sister of a city Nihonmatsu is to Hanover! Everything around us was a deep, summer green. When we reached the mountain, Sato-okaasan, Wakana, and I lined up to ride the gondola, which departed from a nifty building that reminded me of the super-quad ski lift on Sugarloaf Mountain. Enjoying the nature below us, I was able to hear a lot about the seasons of Japan. Although my Japanese was quite awkward this was one of my Japanese “proud” moments. While Sato-okaasan waited at the summit station to hear back from the other half of the family, Wakana and I carried on a little way up a path to a splendid view. On our way there, we ran into a mother and son hiking and struck up a conversation with each other. We ended up taking photos for each other. Soon, we were on our way back down, looking carefully at the scenery, trying to spot things on the mountain that we hadn’t noticed on our ascent. At the base, we waited at the souvenir shop for Sato-otousan and Urara to meet us. One of the first things we saw was a rack of cell-phone straps with complicated kanji on them, and they helped me practice yomikata (reading)! Of the few I recognized, Hana (flower) was obviously the easiest. Wakana also found kanji for mom and dad’s names. Later that day, everyone wrote their full names in my special “Sincere Strawberries” notebook for me to study later.
From there, we drove a bit to a nearby onsen, which is a hot spring that took the water right from the mountains. In this one, there were two choices, inside and outside, so for my first time at an onsen I was able to try both types baths. The inside one was warm, but the outside one was boiling hot! I was so surprised when I stepped in that I dropped my towel. Luckily, there was a hose attached that spilled cool water around for comfort. But actually, it was so relaxing and peaceful that I came to really love it. I think hot springs at Dartmouth would be very healthy for stressed students, especially in the middle of midterms and finals periods!
Hungry, we continued to a restaurant where we ordered salads, homemade vegetable pizza, and the best pudding in the whole wide world. I will never forget these tastes. Nearby was a paper shop that specialized in washi (traditional Japanese stationary paper) and uchiwa (paper fans). The tenin-san walked Urara, Wakana, and I through the paper making process. It reminded me of a demonstration that I saw in elementary school, but here the materials were much higher quality and the final product was actually aesthetically pleasing. First, we took a perforated tray and swept it through a bin with soaking wet paper fibers, shook it out to even out the distribution on the tray, and then transferred the coating of paper fiber to a wooden block. We repeated this twice to have two solid layers. After, the tenin-san gave us pre-made paper cuts, string, and leaves to decorate the washi. Everyone opted for a simple and cute pattern. We repeated the soaking once more to seal in the decorations, then pressed out the washi through a vacuum machine to expedite the drying. While we waited for our washi to dry, we moved on to a table to paint uchiwa. Inspired by its beauty this morning, I painted Adatara Mountain. Sato-okaasan helped me with the kanji spelling.
Preparing for dinner, we went to the grocery shop to collect ingredients for takoyaki. However, this wasn’t the traditional takoyaki! Being conservative for the foreigner, instead of octopus, Sato-ryoshim had us search for furikake, cheese, and kim chi! We also brought home another package of fireworks, but we ended up running out of time that night and could not use them together.
While Sato-ryoshin prepared the batter for us, Wakana popped in her favorite Hayao Miyazaki movie, Howl’s Moving Castle. (Note to Evelyn, Cynthia, Pranam, Bryan, Meili: this time I was actually able to watch it in Japanese without subtitles. Yes, I was so very happy. Haha.) I found the original voice actors fit their roles better. For example, the original Howl’s voice was way too bass to suit a bishounen (beautiful man). However, I enjoyed the Japanese Calcifer just as much as his English counterpart. Wakana pointed out for me something that I had never noticed when I watched it for the first time, or even when I watched it in McCulloch (sometimes I’m just ignorantly unobservant…): grandma Sophie doesn’t just suddenly revert to her teenage form at the end of the movie; at each scene in which she begins to realize her love for Howl, the artwork gradually depicts a younger Sophie. Oh you, Miyazaki-sama… During the movie, Urara and I continued to practice the origami that she helped teach the Dartmouth students at the Town Hall’s meeting with the middle school students. This time, we made rabbits playing the piano, wearing kabuta (hats), sitting on stools. This was so much fun that I didn't feel in the least bit guilty about not doing very much homework, although to my relief, Wakana made sure to correct a couple questionable kanji.
I went to bed with so much pure shiawase (happiness). In the morning, when the Dartmouth students stepped onto the platform, we thanked our host families profusely. We even continued waving until the station was out of sight, as far as Japanese custom goes. After doing homework on the train and separating from my classmates at Tokyo Station, I headed to the Imperial Palace to take a long walk surrounded by pretty gardens in which I could feel lonely, but reflect on the wonderful memories I made in Nihomatsu. As my poster said, “Mata Nihonmatsu ni kitai.” (I want to come to Nihonmatsu again.)
Intermission
At the moment, I am sitting at Narita Airport trying very hard to distract myself from emotions and the carsickness I experienced on the way here. Of course, that is quite easy to do because I met up with Tish at the security gate, and we were able to enter together. Even though we are taking separate planes, she departs an hour after me so she decided to join me for a while. Hopefully we may run into Brenda too! Anyway, before I wrap up this blog, I have a lot of things to catch up on – Nihonmatsu 2nd day, Comiket presentation, Kansai trip, Sayonara party – and I have about an eternity in the air to do so. So, hang tight, wait a bit for the lights to dim, and the show will resume soon.
BIG THINGS
As I mentioned earlier, today (Saturday) was homestay day, and my host parents and I had been planning to take a day trip to Kamakura. I was quite looking forward to this, having studied various famous landmarks of Kamakura in First-year Japanese class with Ishida-sensei. So, in mid-morning, after eating a light onigiri and miso soup breakfast, we departed by car to Yachiyodai to catch the train to Funabashi. Except for 13-hour plane rides, I have a great talent for falling asleep on moving vehicles. Our first transfer was surrounded by a cloud of Zs, and we suddenly appeared at Kamakura station. We had to transfer one more time on the same line, the Enoden, that took Etai and I to Enoshima the other day; however, the train was pretty regular with no cute characters to be seen.
After walking a little, we found the temple grounds of the Kamakura Daibutsu, or Big Buddha. Hey there, Mr. Half Religion Major Chatterjee, I have some great stories to tell you about Japanese traditions. We couldn’t approach it until we purified our hands from the fountain and wafted some incense, but soon we faced the monument in all its gargantuan, cross-legged glory. Yes, it was huge. I took a picture of the sign that details the dimensions of each body part, and it is somewhere hidden in my LSA records. Curious, we paid the extra 20 Yen to go inside the Daibutsu, and we learned how it was made. The normal mold was created with sand, and then the bronze/copper (I think) was cast around it in about 30 separate parts with special joints that were supposed to stabilize various parts of the body. Anyway, my host father commented how this metalwork wasn’t too far from what he did with aluminum back in his company days. Next to the statue was a sign with a supposed message from the Buddha, but what was neat about it was that there were two columns, the left written with the kanji and kana that I know and the right written in cursive script. Just like English letters are connected in cursive, all the Japanese characters melted into a series of drizzly vertical lines. Once my host father pointed out the beginning and end of each separate character, everything made sense.
Upon exiting the temple grounds, we found a sofuto kurimu (i.e. soft serve) shop, where Watanabe-okaasan ordered milk flavor, Watanabe-otousan ordered matcha (green tea), and I ordered a twist of both! Along with the wind and air-conditioned souvenir shops, soft serve is an excellent way to get relief from the mushiatsui (humid hotness). While chewing down the remains of our cones, we heard some sweet music-box tunes coming from the building beside us, and when we walked in we discovered that the whole thing was a music box shop! We tried out a bunch of them, from classical to Hayao Miyazaki. (@Tissue, Reeran, Secret Tom: OMG they had SMAP and K-Pop too!) (Etai, unfortunately, I didn’t find that awesome Tsukema Tsukeru cover that we heard in Sea Candle) They were so pretty that I would have gotten one, but I realized that I could buy a whole album on iTunes for the same price. Haha. Now I am on a hunt. Keyword: Orugoru (the Japanese word for music box).
Next, we walked a little more to Hasedera Temple. Apparently this place is even more frequented by tourists than the Daibutsu, and I can totally see why. The architecture was very impressive and the scenery was beautiful, complete with lush gardens and a view of the ocean between the mainland and Enoshima! Hasedera was not just one temple, but many different places to explore, from a nook with hundreds of votive figures lined up, to “Prospect Road” revealing the pretty forest behind the temple, to a cave containing the “benzaiten,” also known as Saraswati, the Buddhist god of wealth, music, and water (thanks, iPhone Kotoba app). You know, I think my former interest in classical studies still echoes in my passion for Japanese language and culture, because even though I’m on the other side of the world, I still love to learn about their “mythology” of sorts and see the artifacts that represent these deities. Speaking of which, before leaving for lunch, we also walked through the Hasedera museum! I guess interning as a curator isn’t quite out of the picture if the opportunity arises.
To satisfy our complaining stomachs, which weren’t exactly satisfied by the soft serve, my host parents lead us to a soba shop called Kotsugu (??) or thereabouts. We ordered the same appetizing dish of soba sprinkled with nori, daikon, and negi (that would be seaweed seasoning, radish, and onion) served in this very strong broth (rich soy?) that needed hot water to be palatable. After all the mixing and preparation was done, I thoroughly enjoyed it, saving just enough room at the end for some oolong tea and warabi mochi. I hear this sugared rice cube dessert it is a signature dish in the Kamakura area. Yum!
Afterward, instead of going to Yokohama, we decided to visit one more temple in Kamakura, and I am so glad we did! Although the architecture and traditions were about the same, in this temple we witnessed a grand event that I briefly learned about in both Ishida-sensei and Washburn-sensei’s classes at Dartmouth – the Nihonteki na Kekkon Shiki (traditional Japanese wedding). Both bride and groom were dressed in kimono, and they were in the process of drinking sake three times each as the mediator chanted. Of course there was a lot of ceremonial bowing in between drinks so the blood-alcohol concentration wouldn’t rise too fast.
On our way home, we explored a few shops in town. Toward the station, we came across a Hayao Miyazaki collectibles shop holding a reverse-raffle. Here, you would pay 500 Yen to draw a number corresponding with a prize. Gosh, I really couldn’t pass this up, since Miyazaki merchandise is usually ridiculously expensive (and kind of rare) and even the lowest prize was worth 2.5 times as much as the ticket. Of course, I won the lowest prize, number 6, an extremely cute hand-cloth from “The Borrower Arrietty,” and I was very satisfied. However, my host father decided to give it a go, saying, why don’t I get you another souvenir to take back to the states? We all laughed it off, my host mother thinking maybe this time I’d win a larger character-themed towel. Uhh… well… the number hidden inside that envelope was number 1, and the enthusiastic store owners rang the bell and thrust a giant, smiling Totoro toward us. (Doumo arigatou gozaimasu, koko kara tsuki made) Let’s just say, it needed its own seat on the train ride home! I insist; it is totally worth bringing back home if I can find a way.
On our 2.5-hour return home, we relaxed back on the train like typical Japanese regulars, sleeping.
Catch-Ups
Last week was a pretty normal week. Most days I went home early and studied leisurely at the kitchen table. I actually do not remember much about last week. Just like when I take a test, instead of spinning my gears I’ll skip it and go on.
This Saturday, the LSA group, host families, and people from KUIS gathered at the Makuhari Festa 2012, and huge holiday that ended with fireworks at night. I was able to wear my yukata again, and some of my classmates wore wafuku for the first time! The fireworks were even bigger and better than Funabashi’s, especially because I saw shapes of Doraemon and Hello Kitty!
On Sunday, I met up with Ian Stewart, a friend from Ishida-sensei’s First Year Japanese class and sempai in the Linguistics department and Alpha Theta (which I still plan to rush in the fall). He came to Tokyo for about a week on Presidential Scholar business with Professor Stanford, attending lectures on Japanese Linguistics – so impressive! We traveled to Nakano, in the middle of my homestay in Yachiyo-Chuo and his hotel in Tachikawa, and had lunch at a kaitenzushi, since he had not been to one yet, and it is very important to experience kaitenzushi in Japan. He tried some exotic looking non-fish sushi, which happened to be salad, and I followed suit; it tasted very interesting, rating right up there with my personal favorites tamago sushi and inarizushi. Afterward, we wandered around a shopping center where he bought souvenirs for sophomore summer friends, and we discovered various surprising and whimsical anime/manga collectibles. Before separating, we shared some mocha at the train station and he lent me a book called “Outrageous Japanese,” which I have yet to share with my LSA classmates (I’ll bring it to Kansai!).
Monday was a test day, but afterward Ishida-sensei walked into Dorsey-sensei’s class to visit and eat lunch with us after! That was totally one of the highlights of my KUIS classes. Back at a kaitenzushi in Makuhari, the three senseis and ten gakusei caught up, taking plates from the conveyor belt and replacing them with notes to pass along, since we were seated at three separate tables. That was funny. It was also pretty entertaining to order special dishes and have them come squeaking down the line on a plastic “shinkansen” (like a toy train). Even though it had been raining, Tish, Tom, and I took Ishida-sensei on a tour of the campus. Although the students were gone on summer break, most of the buildings were still open, and we were especially glad to show her SALC and the library. At one point we told her about the LSA Nemu Neko fad, cute little anime-esque stuffed animal kittens taken from the claw machines in Makuhari Messe game center, and Etai gave one of his to Ishida-sensei! I hope that means we can continue our Nemu Neko parties in Japanese 31. =^. .^=
On Tuesday after school, we met our host families at Chiba Marine Stadium for a baseball game. This is something I would never want to do in the US, but Japanese baseball games are so different that I found it amusing enough to stay for the first half. Instead of just normal cheers and “waves” from the crowd, the fans have special songs and dances that they do on each side. Donning Harajuku cat ears, Tom, Evan and I did our own feline-style dancing.
Because of the oral exam on Thursday, Wednesday was an intense study day.
However, as hard as I memorized grammar patterns and conjugations and conversed with my host parents, I don’t feel like I performed as well in the testing room as I have been speaking all summer. Of course, I am the kind of person who overanalyzes every single misstep and hesitation that I made in the fifteen minutes that I was answering questions for Yamaji-sensei… It was unfortunate, but I did not let it bother me for too long since after my turn, it was time to depart for Enoshima! Most of the other students opted to back to Tokyo Disney, but Dorsey-sensei let us use Dartmouth funding to explore the island that we thought was featured in a documentary about sustainability that was shown at Dartmouth a while ago. Well… we made an error with the name of the island… but since Dorsey-sensei said he had been there before and encouraged us to have a look, it was still okay. Actually, this island was featured in two animes, Tari Tari Project and Tsuritama – not as educational, but still had good landmarks. While there, we saw beautiful gardens, a shrine, a temple, and a lighthouse called Sea Candle. My host father said that if you ascend the Sea Candle on a clear day, you could see Mt. Fuji! Though the clouds blocked the view of the mountain, we still enjoyed a gorgeous view of the Pacific Ocean.
Today, Friday, instead of having regular class, Dorsey-sensei brought the LSA group to the American Embassy in Asakasa for a panel discussion with Mr. Davidson (the host of the get-together at the beginning of the term), ambassadors Roos and Fujisaki, and a group of Taishikanins (I can’t English right now), who explained their jobs and shared entertaining anecdotes with us. However, at the beginning we had to go through security just like the airport, and we were given these plain, white, normal-looking tags that permitted us to enter the building. Afterward, when we walked out the door, we noticed that the tags had turned blue! EERIE. In the afternoon, we visited a Buddhist Temple and museum that explained its significance in the war and some general Japanese history. I’ll be visiting a lot more places like this on the Kansai trip, so I’ll save the in-depth description for another time.
Tomorrow, Saturday, is family day, and my host family has decided to take me to see the Kamakura Daibutsu, and possibly Yokohama (coincidentally Tom Cheng’s hometown) if we have time. On Sunday, we go to Comiket, and I can finish my project! Since the serious collectors crowd up in very long lines in the morning, to avoid queuing and crowded trains, I am leaving home at a regular time, but spending part of the morning in Harajuku before continuing for another half hour to Tokyo Big Sight in the vicinity of Odaiba.
Dewa, mata!
Nikko Continued
The Japanese verb for “to complain” is “monku wo iu,” which I shall do a little bit now, as promised. The futons were incredibly comfortable, and that night at the ryokan in Nikko, I was too tired and absent-minded to figure out why they were so comfortable. The reason is that they were filled with bird feathers, which I am very allergic to. Yes, that means I’m actually allergic to you too Bird Tom. I spent the rest of the day with painfully itchy hives, everywhere. I had to wait until Monday after school for Dorsey-sensei to help me refill my anti-allergy meds, and it was very inconvenient to walk around in the heat, sweating, with this rash.
Demo, demo, I still tried to enjoy myself. After having a multiple-course Japanese breakfast, we checked out of the inn and took a bus to Kegon Falls. Because the view was not very good, instead having to resort to the “zoom” button on our cameras, we actually descended via elevator to the base of the waterfall for a closer look, first hand. The mist rushing at us was surely relieving in the humid afternoon. While running from level to level to see different angles of the falls and taking plenty of group pictures, we stopped at a souvenir shop, where we found a pair of illustrated tenugui (handcloths) that we actually studied in Dorsey-sensei’s class. They are called “Gokurousama” and “Arigatou” for wives to give to husbands and vice versa, and they provide some insight on gender roles, which are becoming outdated but occasionally hold true today since there are still plenty salary men out there. For example, the “Gokurousama” would say something like “Keep up the good work: for waiting in a jam-packed train on your commute, groveling to your boss, and entertaining business colleagues,.” “Arigatou” would say something like “Thanks for waking me up every morning, cooking me dinner and raising the kids.” On a side note, we are continuing to study this history of gender roles and we are around the post-war era – still pretty traditional societal standards.
After exiting Kegon, we separated for lunch, Dorsey-sensei, Brenda, Tish, and I finding a tasty-looking restaurant together, where we rested and heard about sensei’s history as a JET. From there, we roamed around the town and found our way to the lake. We decided to return home later than expected because we wanted to right the swan boats! We pedaled in groups of three: Evan-Tish-Me, Etai-Richard-Bird Tom, Cheng Tom-Brenda-Wesley. After scattering from the dock, we found each other and tried to pedal as a cluster, linking arms. Hilariously, the third swan broke down, apparently the pedal stopped working, and the group was stranded in the middle of the lake, so while our swan was lazy and abandoned them, the second swan pedaled harder and pushed the third swan back to the dock.
By late afternoon, we took the long train ride back to Asakusa, and then Cheng Tom and I continued to Katsutadai. I spent the rest of the evening finishing my homework.
Travels with the Tom-tachi
At the moment I am winding down for the weekend, having just watched a funny talk-show about jetto kosutaa and obake (roller coasters and ghosts), both very scary things. (reminder: Bokura no Sekai… maybe that’s how I can find the show again since that may or may not be the title) It was a lot of fun, because I understood the show enough so we could talk about it together. Anyway, I guess I have the time to share a long story with you.
Once again I woke up early, not as early as the morning I embarked on the Nihonmatsu trip, but around 6 AM, to give myself enough time to eat breakfast, wash up, and ride from Yachiyo-Chuo to Toyo Katsutadai, where I was supposed to meet Weird Weird Tom and ride together non-stop to Asakusa. And so, we met up with authority and his assistant, Weird Weird Weird Weird Tom and Weird Weird Weird Tom, and waited for a straggler. Unfortunately, Wife Tom was not present this time, I think things would have been more interesting. Together, we boarded the semi-express train bound for Nikko. The seats were definitely not as comfortable as the shinkansen, but they were arranged more conveniently, so people could face each other in groups of four. I sat with the Toms preceded by one, two, and three Weirds. Being a nice director’s assistant, Weird Weird Weird Tom brought some really tasty snacks for us from his host family; cream-filled pastries in the shape of either Pikachu, Hello Kitty, or Doraemon (I picked Doraemon because his nose was a cherry). Before we bit into their faces, plenty of amusing head-replacement pictures ensued. The train ride lasted about two hours. Silly me, often referred to as Girl Tom, did not do homework and instead read manga. Of course, I was still studying Japanese, but just nothing that would directly benefit my class GPA. It’s fine, I really buckled down on Sunday after we returned home. One cool thing about the train is that (unfortunately while I was sleeping) about half way it split into two pieces. Our end of the train continued to Nikko and the other end went somewhere else!
When we arrived in Nikko, we went on a huge sightseeing adventure before finally settling down in the ryokan (Japanese-style inn). First, we broke for lunch, and then gathered into a bus to go to Toshogu Shrine. The story behind this shrine is that it was dedicated to Tokugawa Ieyasu, commissioned by his son and ornately decorated by his grandson. Some points of interest were the Mitsuzaru (Hear/Speak/See No Evil), the Nemuri Neko (sleeping cat), and the dragon ceiling. We stood in line for a brief explanation in Japanese, and even though I hardly understood what was being said, there was no way I could miss the reverberation of the ceiling. Haha. We also climbed over 100 stairs to see Ieyasu’s tomb, which was very good exercise. On our way out, it started to pour, so we huddled for a while underneath a roof. It must have been an interesting sight – a group of foreigners in Japan laughing and warbling K-Pop, mostly with Normal Tom and Secret Tom. Afterward, we stopped by the Shinkyo, a sacred bridge, significant for connecting the town with the shrine complexes across the Daiya River. At this point, it was only drizzling, so we were able to safely walk across the bridge and admire the water underneath. Sometime during this afternoon, after lunch with Etai, Weird Weird Weird Tom, and Not-a-Tom… Etai, Weird Weird Tom, and I checked out a really awesome Kakigori (shaved ice) shop, and together ordered a huge rainbow flavor with ice cream in the middle. Oishiiiiiiikattayo~ Soon after, we made our way to the ryokan.
I am so disappointed I forgot to take pictures of the room. The girls stayed in one room, and the guys stayed next door, so we were easily able to mingle a bit before dinner. Almost immediately, while exploring, we hit jackpot and found yukata in the closet. Of course, we put them on and compared with the guys; they actually had the same pattern, but ours were pink and the guys were given tabi (split-toed socks) with theirs. Around 7 PM, we were treated to a delicious multi-course Japanese dinner, and afterward we had time to relax in the onsen, play around a bit in the pingpong room, and hang out in the sleeping quarters. Even in Japan, ten college students in the same room can be dangerously hilarious, though I give most of the credit to Weird Tom. Finally, the girls returned to the proper room, watched some Japanese men epically fail at gymnastics in the Olympics, and fell asleep on the futons.
Speaking of which, I am going to bed right now. I’ll finish this post later this weekend. But, oh goody, I get to complain about the futons! Stay tuned.
Jya ne.
マンダラケ!(Mandarake. Literally: full of comics)
Because we are into Japanese 23, the second half of the term, we must begin preparing final projects. From Japanese education, to vending machines, to maid cafes, we all will interview Japanese people on a culture topic and present our findings during the last week of classes. My topic is an anime and manga convention called Comiket, short for Comic Market. This was inspired by Nozawa-sensei’s intriguing lecture about cartoon characters and society, and since I am taking his class at Dartmouth in the fall, I would like to begin with a good base of knowledge. First, I went to Mandarake, a manga and doujinshi shop in Shibuya. The thing is, fans of anime and manga, sometimes regarded as otaku, often go to maid cafes too (I think maids are popular because they often show up as characters), so Bird Tom came with me. We had a lot of fun exploring. Unfortunately, the interview results were not very good since few people in that area had actually been to Comiket. Yesterday, we went to Akihabara’s electronic district, which is more well-known for its manga and anime shops. This time, Bird Tom, Etai, and Evan came. Of course, I was able to talk to a lot of people, who explained what Comiket is and what you do there. At a shop called Yellow Submarine that Etai led me to, I met one particular helpful group of people who were playing a neat game. Anyway, now I have to look up the Tou Hou Project, which they suggested to look for at Comiket. I guess familiarity with any commonly played game is good ammunition for discussion with Nozawa-sensei. I think I just made a pun. Tou Hou Project is apparently a game in the fantasy shooting category. Anyway, we saw many things and learned a lot from the manga and anime that we saw. I know, this post was pretty boring, but I am short on time and I really want to get to the details of Nikko. This will just have to take a backseat until the Japanese class actually GOES to Comiket and I can finish my project. Bye for now.
Picture This
Picture a short Asian girl walking into school wearing wafuku. Slightly odd.
Now picture tall Israeli riding his sensei’s bike out of school in a women’s navy blue, floral-patterned yukata with green Zubon (trousers) underneath. Very odd.
After school, our Japanese class decided to indulge at a Kaitenzushi, since Dorsey-sensei told us that today Dartmouth would be paying. Kaitenzushi is a restaurant in which various types of sushi and other Japanese dishes are served on conveyor belts. I enjoyed things like vegetable tempura and inarizushi, which is sushi rice surrounded by fried tofu. Five plates and a mochi dessert later, I was definitely full enough to feel the pressure of my obi.
Having split up from the rest of the party, Klein-san and I went off to study a little before riding some Funabashi bound train to the park where the fireworks would take place. Unfortunately, my host parents traveled into another station in the vicinity of the park, and we ended up at opposite sides. After some Japanese language struggle, asking a police officer, and taking pictures of the surroundings, we found each other in time to sit down, snack on convenience-store bento, and wait for the sky to get dark. In about a half hour, around 7:30, the countdown started! It is impossible to describe the experience, but picture the grandeur of the Boston 4th of July celebration, with the variety of colorful explosions and the dynamic background music, but times ten thousand. Japan’s technology is genius, and their attention to detail in synchronizing the fireworks with the beats of the music, ranging from traditional (dentouongaku) to J-Pop! One of the songs that played was Kaze Ga Fuite Iru. And the reflection of the fireworks on the water, plus the lasers glowing underneath just enhanced the show.
By far, one of the best nights in Japan.
Next time, I’ll discuss the Nikko trip. Buckle up! J
A Very Klein-tachi Week クライン達な週
Rather than putting off the rest of the posts this week, I shall move on and leave Nihonmatsu in the memory books for now. In fact, I actually received a memory book from my mini-homestay family. I promise I will share it with you!
I must admit, this has been a very クライン達な週。 That would be Klein-tachi-na shuu. Yes, I just tsukutta’ed (created) my own word, meaning a week that involved a lot of Klein-san and friends. First, after school (some day that I do not remember because it was so long ago, but I’m certain it was before the homestay switch) we took the train to Klein-san’s homestay and he introduced me to his host father, nicknamed Chef-san, who made us some delicious udon. After a while, we went to a calligraphy class at a nearby community center. The sensei showed us how to write fairly simple kanji like “dog” and “cat,” but they proved to be very hard since we were using those thick fude brushes with ink. It was especially challenging for me, since the way you hold the brush and create the strokes properly must be with the right hand! So, by the end of the night I became an odd sort of ambidextrous.
Another one of those days, we had planned with Lange-san to go to dinner with Klein-san’s host mom in Harajuku at this organic vegetarian restaurant called Crayon House. Of course, plans often fall through, and it ended up being just Klein-san and Watashi. So, after studying a little bit in SALC, we headed toward Harajuku, but not without stopping in Funabashi first. Klein-san had told me about this discount shop selling furu-wafuku (secondhand Japanese traditional clothing), or something like that. Anyway, many of the normally ridiculously expensive yukata, kimono, and obi sat in tall stacks, marked down like a dream-come-true. After struggling with asking a shop clerk about measurements, I realized that you could easily adjust the length of the yukata when tying the obi. The wafuku assortment was quite pleasurable to the eyes, so many really cute, pretty flower and animal patterns in very attractive color combinations. With Klein-san’s guidance, as he had experience color coordinating women’s kimono’s… I picked a black yukata decorated with pink and lavender flowers and gold-embroidered butterflies – a good, yokatta yukata. My obi is reversible, so I can choose whether to accent the yukata with pink or lavender. At school on Tuesday, I was also given a wonderful gift, geta (traditional wooden sandals)! More on this later. Ooh. A reallllly good post is coming up. Please look forward to it.
Anyway, we left the shop and caught a train route that would arrive in Harajuku in time to spend about an hour and a half walking around before meeting host Okaasan. While thinking that we were wandering lost, we happened upon a shop called Hashi, which Klein-san had been to before. Hashi is the Japanese word for bridge. Hashi is also the Japanese word for chopsticks. The store sold pons and pons (the counter for one long, narrow object, “ippon”) of chopsticks, ranging from hundreds of dollars to a couple, in any size and style that you could imagine. Next door was another shop that sold not only chopsticks but plate sets and other neat eating accessories. This shop was kind of animal themed. As Klein-san and I looked for giraffes, as omiyage for his brother back at home, I also came upon some really adorable mice (shoutout to Meili), ducks (shoutout to Pranam), and puppies (shoutout to George and Han).
It was about time to head to the restaurant, but as we arrived, Klein-san heard that his host Okaasan had just left work and would take an extra half hour to travel. So, we hung out in the upstairs toy store of Crayon House. We found this big shelf with puppets. Gosh, I love those spontaneously fun moments!
When host Okaasan found us, the shop had already closed and we were studying outside. Hungrily and eagerly, we stepped into the buffet and filled our plates with delicious Japanese-style healthy foods. My stomach left very satisfied.
Free Falling
On Thursday, June 19, after class dismissed, we promptly evacuated the classroom building like the middle-school bell just let out for summer vacation. It was time to embark on our long anticipated trip to Tokyo Disney Sea. First, let me provide some background information. Back at Dartmouth in the spring in Japanese 10, we briefly studied the cultural nuances of Tokyo Disney, so of course like all excursions financed by Dartmouth, our afternoon in the theme park was indeed educational… maybe...
We took our 30-minute ride from Kaihimmakuhari to Maihama, had lunch in an area called Ikspiari, and then rode the Disney Resort line into the park. As we monorailed into Disney Sea, we went on a visual tour of Disney Land, which has totally separate entrance fees, so we couldn’t do both.
The first ride that we enjoyed together in Tokyo Disney Sea was the Tower of Terror. Well, I shouldn’t exactly call the experience enjoyable, even though it was definitely unforgettable. From the moment we met Naho in front of the Twilight Zone building, my abdomen was in knots. At least I could take comfort in the fact that Cheng-San and Manuel-San had never ridden this before either. I also appreciated the gentle consolation of Klein-San and Ross-Sempaisama (petting me like he would a frozen terrified cat), although interspersed with scary LIES, like “the floor is going to drop right here” when we were in the limbo area between the entrance and the elevator. Anyway, after seeing some scares we packed into the elevator, my row consisting of Klein-San, Watashi, Cheng-San, and Manuel-San. As the hostess waved goodbye and the door shut, the room turned black and we were whisked away to a couple startling scenes (cool mirror effect) before rapidly ascending… to our deaths. Seriously, the first time we fell, my heart must have stopped. My lungs tightened, my stomach lurched, and my glands were gushing adrenaline. As the elevator paused, we seized each others hands, bracing ourselves for what was to come. Abruptly, we were launched up and down and up and down, so fast to a point that I couldn’t tell if we were ascending or descending! Is this really what free fall feels like? I could feel myself gulping down some sort of cry, my eyes tearing up from the rushes of air scraping across my face. Soon I realized how high we had climbed when, cutting through the darkness, a huge window opened up to the rest of the theme park. This meant it was time to go ALL the way down. The ride was almost over, but not until we survived this last drop. As the elevator plunged ground ward, the pressure of my grasp could have turned the carbon compounds of my seat-neighbors’ hands into diamond. Or course, when you are terribly aware that you have no control over anything, it is at least comforting to have something to squeeze the guts out of. Klein-San commented on my scream after I shakily detached myself from the ride. I guess I never knew I could dashimasu such an embarrassingly loud and hideous sound. They definitely saw (and heard) me at my all-time low. Fellow first-timer Manuel-San and I seemed to have walked out semi-crying, but we gradually pulled ourselves together for the next ride.
Luckily, we were able to give our endocrine systems temporary relief as we cruised through Sinbad’s Storybook Adventure. From the amazing scenery to Evan’s serenading, it was truly a magical experience. Next up was Indiana Jones, which was my personal favorite! We climbed into a safari car, tumbling and rocking our way through a dark, creepy cave. Many semi-unidentifiable things jumped out at us. At the end, we tripped over one short drop, and took a picture, which I ended up keeping for the memories… and my anime cartooning! After, we enjoyed a real rollercoaster that sent us up and over a 360 degree turn. That was pretty amazing, but we the forward momentum was so strong that I could not really feel the gravity of being upside-down. Center of the Earth was also quite the thriller. The backstory is that we were on a scientific research mission, descending deep into the earth to excavating a cave and discover new things. However our cart malfunctioned and threw us into this wild ride off the main track. Very surprising. While admiring the cave’s wildlife and treasures, we suddenly sped through a stop sign and propelled down a steep cliff. Nonetheless, it was pretty disappointing. It seems that Tower of Terror desensitized me to the other rides! Before eating dinner, we headed Under the Sea and rode some Little Mermaid rides, then returned to Indiana Jones since we had procured some Fast-Passes earlier. Surprisingly, I lost my Fast-Pass. Naho saved the day and successfully sweet-talked (in Japanese, obviously) one of the cast members into letting me go on with the rest of the group. Yokatta! Here, we posed for the awesome picture that I will scan in eventually!
Soh-lay-kah-lahhhh… This seriously was the ultimate LSA group bonding experience, like the trust fall times one million. I am incredibly appreciative of the support we offered each other. It really does my heart good to realize how fortunate I am to spend a summer in Japan with these particularly awesome people.
Nihonmatsu Part 1 二本松(1)
Before I begin:
1. The reason why I hand-wrote this post is because, one, Wifi internet is unreliabe, and two, I plan to save the pages in the scrapbook that my Nihonmatsu host family gave to me.
2. Ignore the bottom of Page 3 and Page 4 where flow of writing looks unnatrual. I had some minor scanning issues and it is just a break in the page.
3. Page 6 is black because I had to open the scanner so my notebook would sit correctly on the glass. I should have done this with the other pages with sides that are a bit cutoff.
4. The blue numbers signify wher you should refer to photos of my Nihonmatsu trip, which I will post separately once I can transfer them from phone to Macbook to KUIS computer.
Enjoy!