Happy Times

Warm spring is here, the teenagers I hang out with 5 days a week are genki, and I have enough of a life that I don’t need to resort to making Shark Friend videos to fill my time. Life is good! This post is purely to help spread the positive karma to all who graciously view my blog.

The Rose…one of my favorite karaoke songs is Bette Midler’s “The Rose”. All joking aside, the song’s message of love is very powerful and one that I’ve taken to heart. And yes, this particular rose was a gift.

Japanese ema…these are small wooden plaques found at Shinto shrines that people write wishes on in hopes of the gods reading them and granting their desires. I wrote one of these back in April as part of my campaign of hope to stay in Japan (still waiting for the final answer…).

Scottish breakfast…thank you Rhoda and Rhoda’s parents! I was treated to a delicious and filling breakfast served up Scottish style this past Saturday consisting of eggs, bacon, these potato cakes things, and ketchup all inside a nice bread roll—a truly remarkable deviation from Japanese breakfast of soup, rice, and pickles.

Fun night out…just look at the ridiculously smile on my face! This is Rhoda, me and Diego at Hit Parade—the 50’s themed restaurant/night club in Beppu. Awesome night.

Hong Kong!

Check it out!

Pirates and Ninjas

Living out in the middle of no where in an empty apartment building is pretty spooky most nights, but there are also some really cool bonuses too. Like say you wanted to throw a wild party and invite 50 of your closest friends from all over Oita-ken…then you could be AS LOUD AS YOU WANT and have the honor of hosting a truly enjoyable fancy dress party. That’s what occurred out here in Ajimu this past Saturday night. The theme this time: “PIRATES AND NINJAS, what kind of bad a$$ are you?!”

Here are just a few pictures from the night…I got too involved in making punch and socializing to take a lot of pictures, but there may be more images coming later. The night was pretty sweet and I enjoyed the drunken chaos contrast since most nights are quaint and quiet around here. Memorable moments include: guessing how much rum to put in the 10 liter pirate punch bowl, catching a few couples making out in the darkness around my apartment building (you know who you are!), announcing my engagement to Sheena (this was laaate into the night…), waking up to have EVER bit of floor space covered with a sleeping person (you guys were great to come).

Me and Tori as a really sweet pirates.

Shawn and Tori, what a beautiful couple.

Rhoda, Ninja Princess Extreme (she lost her purse, but the Usa police found it later).

Karl…uh…he was some kind of onsen ninja somethingornother

(he put coffee grounds on his face).

Kate as Tinkerbelle! What a great take on the pirate theme.

Okay, I’m off to Hong Kong in the morning! See ya’ll in next, next week!

Just a regular day

Here are some interesting statistics about an average day in my life:

Number of times…
1. I hear someone say “herro” to me in a day = 75.
2. Someone looks away laughing when I respond = 72.
3. I ask someone “how are you?” = 50.
4. I’m answered with a blank stare = 25.
5. I bow in a day = 100.
6. I bow while driving my car = 20.
7. Someone helps fix my hair while I’m sitting at my desk = 5.
8. Someone calls me “cute” or “cool” in Japanese thinking I don’t understand = 7.
9. Someone asks me an inappropriate question about my personal life = 25.
10. I ignore these questions = 10.
11. I respond with “That’s private!” = 10.
12. I answer the question with the goal of increasing my “coolness level” = 5
(depends on who’s asking).
13. I get touched on the butt or crotch in a day = 10.
14. I catch someone openly staring at my crotch = 3 (more if I’m in the onsen).
15. I’m confused about what’s going on around me = 10.
16. I’m utterly lost about what’s going on around me = 5.
17. I’m struck by the beauty of the inaka = 3.
18. I’m struck by the energy of the young people around me = 10.
19. I feel at home in this place = almost always.

And here are the various names I go by in Ajimu. Different young people call me different things, but I’ve come to answer to all of them:

1. Justin
2. Jastin
3. Jasutein
4. Justini
5. George
6. Jackson
7. Steve

Campaign of Hope

I have a dream.

Ted and Yumiko Wedding!

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Sakura Blooming

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My young friends

Wednesday was a holiday here in Japan and I had the opportunity to spend the day with some really cool people. A friend of mine, who I shall call Tanabee, graciously offered to take myself and a group of graduated young people on a road trip in his big, sweet van. We awed at mountain views, ate delicious food, engaged in English-Japanese conversations, and all around enjoyed a day off work. Please allow me to share the photos with you.

Swings at the top of a mountain…the positioning of the swings on the hill makes you gasp every time you swing out cause you feel like you’re flying over the edge.
Eating DELICIOUS cheese cake flavored ice cream…what a happy crew!

These kids are amazing people and my day with them was so fun. You can see where I get inspiration for my hairstyles. Ah, I love Japan for many reasons, but maybe the biggest is because I can be friends with folks like these. Ajimu for life!

I’ll eat anything! (maybe)

Japanese cuisine can include all kinds of wonderfully scary/tasty things—many of them being some sort of sea creature with its eyes still intact and looking at you. Sushi has become one of my favorite meals and after a year and a half here, I really enjoy eating raw octopus and fish eggs (and don’t forget the raw horse meat!).

This being said, there are still times when I must say DAME (that means “don’t”) to a particular food item.

For example, the other day I had a wonderful meal with some friends and included in one of the dishes was a happy little shrimp smiling up at me (see photo above). He looked like he had just come from the sea with all his antenna (is that what you call them?) still pointing out and his little eyes glistening in a dreamy gaze. My first clue that maybe this wasn’t the best thing to try is the fact that we had to ask the waiter, “How do you eat this?”

“Just pop him in your mouth,” we were told. Okay, sounds easy…let’s try!

I would come to regret this.
This is me feeling not only pain in my palette, but also in my mouth…you see, the little shrimp’s pointy bits were stabbing the insides of my cheeks and gums. It was kind of like chewing on long tooth picks.

In the end I managed to get it all down…but was left with some mouth pain and a lingering taste of shrimpy saltiness. Not the best moment of my week, but I did feel stronger for the experience.

Now, please don’t let this discourage any of you from trying the many exciting dishes Japan has to offer. The food here really is amazing and I have rarely had a bad experience (this shrimp story was an anomaly—that’s why I’m writing about it…and I just wanted to throw up an update).

Two Wrongs Make a Right

First, just to explain the title, the above photo is of my dear friends, Jared and Steph Long…but in Japan where “l” and “r” is a mystery for some, their name sometimes becomes “Wrong”. Get it?

Anyway, as you all know, I live a very glamorous life out here in Ajimu. My weekdays are filled with uniform-clad teenagers and countryside serenity…and my weekends are 48 hours of pure Bacchus-inspired merriment.

Well, sort of.

The last two weekends have been fun times as I’ve had the chance to hang out with Jared and Steph (and they are such nice people!). Last weekend was the 80’s dance in Oita City where Jared was DJ-ing and I was dressed up as Spike from TRANSFORMERS (maybe two of you will know who Spike is). The night started slow but gradually grew to a pretty groovy dance party (in part due to my really great idea of group tequila shots!). See below.

Lick it, shoot it, suck it!

This past weekend, the Longs came out to the inaka to visit me and enjoy some of the sites that the countryside has to offer. I rarely get visitors, but am always happy to serve as tour guide.

Steph and Jared at the Ajimu waterfall (Kyushu’s tallest).

Jared and I after we had just passed a group of Korean tourist who wanted to give us all high fives…it was pretty funny (Steph said Jared and I looked “special” in this photo).

Fun times, yo. KOREA!

Tokyo, Yokohama, and My Birthday!

The breakdown: I spent 5 days up in Tokyo (Japan’s mega capital) and Yokohama (city just beside Tokyo that has a futuristic utopian feel) to attend a conference and celebrate my birthday (February 28th, thanks everyone for the messages and wishes). Lisa was my primary travel companion and besides her weird urges for almonds and zero calorie jelly, we had a great time together.

The above picture is Landmark Tower in Yokohama that served as our, well, landmark as we navigated the spotless streets and long moving walkways of the city (seriously, Yokohama made me think of Earth in the Star Trek universe—all perfect and peaceful with white buildings and ferries wheels).

Even though I’ve been to Tokyo before, there are still many parts of the city I wanted to explore. To help with this, I opted for a FREE TOUR of these desired areas with a volunteer tour guide (check out tokyofreeguide.com). Below is a picture of our guide, his friend, and Lisa. They’re all Japanese…can you spot the Japanese-American? With our guide’s knowledge of the city, Lisa and I had a fun time and accomplished our sightseeing goals (even though Lisa kept wanting to go into weird stores that made our guide nervous).

After two days and about 11 billion yen in Tokyo, we headed over to Yokohama for our conference. Lisa continued to crave almonds and zero calorie jelly (at this point I started emailing her boyfriend asking if I should intervene or something) and we enjoyed a night out in the area’s renowned China Town to celebrate my quarter century mark (25, baby!). Below are pictures of the evening…and after spending several days up in the Kanto area, we were all saying things like, “I’m almost out of money!” or “Either I have another beer tonight or lunch tomorrow…can’t swing both” It was cool.

Lisa, Rhoda, and Andy in China Town

Crazy British Andy and me...we ordered the same thing!

And here's Lisa and Rhoda...also ordered the same food!

Lisa! (where are your almonds now!)

Boku wa nekojita desu!

Harajuku Girls

Thanks to the Asian-loving pop star, Gwen Stefani, the term “Harajuku Girls” has become familiar to many around the western world. For those of you out there (such as my mom, for example) who don’t know who Gwen is or what Harajuku means, allow me to explain.

Harajuku is one of the ultra-cool districts of Tokyo. It’s perhaps most famous for being the hangout spot for some of Tokyo’s wilder citizens...and since it’s Japan that means they aren’t really that wild…but, boy howdy, they sure can dress neat!

Teenagers from all around come to Harajuku dressed in varying degrees of wildness. Some only wear frilly costumes and big platform shoes…others dye their hair and style it in spikey works of art…and the most extreme Harajuku kids complete their look with vibrant make-up and punky attitudes.

Basically, on a nice Sunday afternoon, one can walk around Harajuku and see lots of young people dressed up in colorful costumes. They do this possibly as a reaction against the uniformity of Japanese society…or perhaps they just enjoy a good costume day (I can relate!). During my recent trip to Tokyo, I made sure to stop by the area and take a few pictures of the Harajuku Girls (the boys I saw didn’t look like they wanted me to take their photo).

More to come about my trip to Tokyo!

Shark Friend, Valentine's Day

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Slice of Japanese Life

I had a little disposable camera leftover from my Christmas trip and used it to take a few pictures of life here. Enjoy the dichotomy of Japan.

Series One: Usa Shrine

Stone Lantern and Ancient Tree

Prayers for the New Year

Lake Tree

Series Two: Karaoke!!

Jared and Steph singing a duet

Justin don't mess around at karaoke

Backstreet Collaboration

Second winter not as cold

As I was reading through my journal entries from last winter I realized that life this year is noticeable better than last year. A year ago I was complaining about my countryside experience, problems interacting with Japanese people, and the constant cold that grips you and makes you scream when you have to change clothes (especially underpants!). But this year, I love my town, my unique work life, and the cold isn’t so bad (but that part might be due to global warming).

I know I’ve said it before, but I just want to say it again to both reaffirm myself and encourage all the inaka JETs out there who might be suffering this winter…THE INAKA IS MAGICAL! EMBRACE IT!

I think of Ajimu as something akin to the elvish sanctuary of Rivendell in Lord of the Rings (stop the otaku jokes now). Tolkien writes about how life inside the ancient elvish land glows and moves in a way that is different from the rest of the world. There’s a sense of peace and ancient majesty in the air and those who dwell there are safe and blessed. That is the feeling I get when I walk around town…even when little kids bark at me in an attempt to imitate English, or when teenagers look at my grocery bags outside the store and ask, “What’s dinner? Panties?”, or when old ladies just stare and stare and stare at me when I politely bow and say “konnichiwa” on the sidewalk.

The other day I took a picture out my back window of the frost covered fields at dawn...and then another picture of the town at sun set. I think they capture the feelings I have about life here.

My time here is slowly coming to an end, and I hope to enjoy all the dawns and dusks (and pantie jokes) I have left.

Panic! in the night…

Blaring sirens tore me from sleep at 2am. The entire town was screaming in a high pitched whine that I had never heard projected over the loud speaker system before (my town has loud speakers scattered all over the valley that carry town-wide announcements and sing little tunes at 7am, noon, and 5pm). My mind began to make a list of possible reasons why an alarm was being sounded.

North Korea had finally cracked and launched their missiles.
or could it be the Chinese?!
no, that’s crazy, it must be zombies. The cold weather had pushed them down from the mountain aeries and a horde of undead was soon to assail my home.

I began to panic. Then, a firm male voice came over the loud speakers. “Japanesejapanesejapanesejapanesejapanese. Japanesejapanesejapanese….japanese”

What? Was it possible I understood none of that?!

Deadly silence followed and I clutched my blankets thinking what I should do. I walked over to the window and parted the curtains just a little to look out. Thick fog consumed the surrounding fields and the pulsing yellow stop light barely beamed down the street. Zombies.

Okay, think…remember your training. First, stay calm. Next, pee. What? I have to pee. Really? Yes. Okay, just don’t turn on any lights or make any noise…the zombies don’t know I’m home and if they can’t see me or hear me, I may survive.

I walked down my steep, creaky stairs to the bathroom with more grace and care than ever before and looked nervously at the massive sliding glass doors that take up a wall in both my downstairs room and kitchen (why on earth I would ever need so many sliding glass doors is beyond me. They only serve to carelessly release the heating and provide a really great entry point for zombies). I entered the bathroom and completed my task, then carefully glided back upstairs to hide in bed.

Silence still held the land. Then faintly, I heard a siren…it was getting closer…was it an ambulance? Fire truck? I didn’t dare approach the window again.

After a few minutes and several passing sirens, I began to calm down. Time passed…not sure how much…and then the wailing town alarm sounded. Again the voice came over the loud speaker and again I understood nothing (time to hit the books again). The feelings of dread and tension passed and I drifted back to sleep.

This morning at school I asked what all the noise was about during the night and was told that there was a house fire in town. Not sure of the extent of the damage, but I don’t think it was too bad.

Been here a year and a half and still having new and exciting events in the middle of the night.

Santa and the Japanese Kancho

Friends, this is a true story. Many of you have heard about the Japanese kancho—the two finger jab attack aimed at a victim’s rear—and today I bring you REAL FOOTAGE of the kancho in action. This is me as Santa playing with some Japanese kids. After they had thoroughly investigated my costume, they wanted to see how I would react to the kancho. They were also curious to see what was inside my pants. My friend Rhoda stands by and tries to assist. Gigi is the one filming (bless her for capturing this moment).

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