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Typhoon Causes Landslide in Japan

I'm afraid we have more bad weather related news in Japan.

Thanks to record rain and mudslides from powerful Typhoon Talas, at least 20 people have died with another 50 missing as the storm moved slowly northward past the country's western coast dumping more rain than was expected, with more on the way. 

Evacuation orders and advisories were issued to 460,000 people in western and central Japan. At least 3,600 people were stranded by flooded rivers, landslides and collapsed bridges that were hampering rescue efforts, Kyodo News agency reported.

It's Japan's worst storm since 2004 when 98 people either dead or missing, the Daily Yomiuri newspaper reports.

The current storm damaged Nijo-jo (Nijo castle) in Kyoto-shi (City of Kyoto) in western Japan, tearing a large piece of plaster from the gate wall. The castle, a popular tourist destination, is designated an important cultural treasure.

Television station NHK showed a bridge swept away after intense rain caused a river to swell with brown torrents. People holding umbrellas waded through knee-deep water in city streets and residential areas. Cars were washed away.

The center of the season's 12th typhoon was moving slowly north across the Sea of Japan off the country's west coast, the Japan Meteorological Agency said. It crossed the southern island of Shikoku and the central part of the main island of Honshu overnight Saturday, September 3, 2011 and is hundreds of miles from Japan's tsunami-ravaged northeastern coast.

Because of the storm's slow speed, the agency warned that heavy rains and strong winds were likely to continue and could cause more flooding and landslides. It issued landslide warnings in nearly all of the country's prefectures.

Fears have grown of additional damage from more mudslides because the ground was already soaked.

Three homes were buried in a landslide in Wakayama-ken (Wakayama Prefecture) with one woman whose identity was still being confirmed died, four remained missing, while a 14-year old girl was saved from the debris, police said.

Overall in the hard-hit Wakayama Prefecture, 10 people are dead and 32 people were missing, they said.
Seven people were reported missing in nearby Nara-ken (Nara Prefecture) after their homes were swept down a river, NHK said.

Files compiled by Andrew Joseph

Du Hast


It's raining in Sendai... so what else is new? It rains whenever I travel in Japan. It's why they (Nihonjin/Japanese & gaijin/foreigners) call me and curse me with the name ame otoko (rain man).



It's Friday, October 11, 1991 and I've traveled to Sendai with my ex-girlfriend Ashley. Already it sounds like a recipe for disaster.



While she and I are not dating, we are still sleeping together. It is actually cool. I get sex and no longer pay for everything for her.



I'm a junior high school assistant English teacher (AET) on the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme living in Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan for the past 15 months. Despite the length of time being equal to Ashley's I speak less Japanese (I think) and sure as hell don't know my way around as well... Ashley planned this trip (inviting me at the last minute to perhaps make a couple of other female AETs jealous (I slept with one and the other wants to date me).



Whatever.



We get up at 10AM and try to keep the maid out of our hair while I shower, and she goes to the bank - as she left yesterday without any money, and I had to pay for everything. Now today, Ashley is paying me back - a first, folks! A first! Let the bells ring, let the people shout!



While Ashley pays for another night, I relax in the room. She seems to have woken up with even more of those lumps/bumps on her head that first appeared yesterday evening. Lymph nodes, maybe? They are painful to the touch. Very weird. She says they are painful. She doesn't want to go home or go to a doctor, however.



We walk outside into the rain and head to the bus station to catch a bus to some temple that is supposed to be a national treasure. I have no freaking idea what it's called or even where I am going. I'm just along for the ride.



We shoot some photos and chat and generally have a really good time - a rarity, let me tell you, as we always seemed to be pissed off at each other when we were dating.



We then go shopping for knick-knacks. Ashley buys me a lot of stuff like good luck charms and stuff (long since lost in a fire that ripped through my house three years ago). We have a pizza for lunch and then go catch a movie - Hudson Hawk. Just so you know, my five-year-old son is named Hudson. I always thought it was a cool name, but I named my son after the Hudson's Bay Company... basically a fur trapping company that essentially help found Canada.



When we get back to the hotel we smooch a little - but then she suddenly pushes me away and it really hurts my neck from the shock - for about 10 minutes.



Pissed off, I leave her alone and head out into the night to a variety store for some beer. But it's closed at 7:30PM - on a Friday night?!



When I come back 20 minutes later, she's trying to sleep and is confused by my leaving. To pretend I'm no longer pissed off, I suggest we go to Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) for dinner. I want two large pieces, but instead, they give me two boxes of three large pieces. Whatever. I can eat it. I just wish the Japanese could understand my grade 1 Japanese or Ashley's Grade 3 Japanese.



Back at the hotel we try to sleep together, but it's obvious we are going to sweat to death first, so we go back to our separate beds and sleep.



Somewhere wondering what I am doing here,

Andrew Joseph

Today's blog title is by Rammstein: YOUHATEME.

The English lyrics are HERE.

PS: A brief blog in 8 hours after the publication of this one!

I Can See Clearly Now




It's Thursday, October 10, 1991 and I'm about to leave on a short excursion to check out Sendai with my ex-girlfriend Ashley.



I was trying to figure out WHY, very suddenly Ashley asked me to go with her. I think that a short trip to Nikko-shi she took with some of the other female assistant English teachers on the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme may have elicited some information that may have made her jealous.



For example, she may have learned that newcomer Karen wants me as a boyfriend and that we had made out, or she may also have learned from Catherine (another newcomer), that she and I slept together.



Ashley and I, while no longer a couple, are still a couple of friends-with-benefits. The truth that other women found me desirable may have spurred her on to try and get back with me.



Maybe.



Or maybe I'm just company. But to be honest, being a friend-with-benefits doesn't not mean going on a vacation together - it just means sex together. At least that is what I understood our arrangement to be. Back in 1991, there was no such term as 'friends-with-benefits' or if there was, I sure as hell had never heard of it, what with being a 25-year-old virgin when I arrived here in Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan in  July of 1990 at the same same as Ashley.



Since arriving, I've been a bit of a dog. Whenever I haven't been a boyfriend to Ashley, I've slept with a lot of women. But still, since I hate losing, I want Ashley back. I'm so screwed in the head, eh?



Canadians say 'eh' at the end of their sentences apparently, as opposed to Americans who say 'hey' at the beginning of theirs. For example:

Canadian: "Get off the car, eh." Sounds polite, doesn't it?

American: "Hey! Get off the car." Not as polite.



Regardless... Ashley was at my place last night. Just sleeping. We get up at 8:30AM, pack my stuff up and then ride our bicycles over to her place. While she packs, I race back home to get my contact lens stuff that I had forgotten. It's only a 25-minute bike ride - each way between my city of Ohtawara and her town of Nishinasuno.



By the time I return, she's ready... so we ride out to the Nishinasuno-eki (Nishinasuno train station) go up a couple of stops on the local JR (Japan Rail) line to Nasushiobara-eki and the catch the shinkansen (bullet train) north to Sendai.



Ashley, of course, has no money and the banks are closed today for some reason, so I lend it to her until tomorrow. Like I said... if we were a couple, I'd have paid, but since we're not... it's share and share alike.



We get to our hotel in Sendai-shi (Sendai City). Not bad. Twin beds, though.



We toss our clothes down and go out walking in the rain. Whenever I travel in Japan, it rains, earning me the nickname of ame otoko (rain man).



We go to the remains of Aoba-jo (also known as Sendai castle) but first stop off at a nearby museum and look at the display of Edo era (1603 - 1868) weapons, masks, armour and clothes. It's fascinating!



Walking up a mountainous road, we arrive at Aoba-jo - or at least we arrive where it's supposed to be. The rain and humidity has created a dense fog, so I take a lot of foggy photos of the castle. I couldn't see a damn thing. We march back down the damn mountain road dejected.



Although it's no longer raining, the road is a bit slick, so Ashley holds onto my arm. See, I am good for something!



We then hike for 30 minutes to a McDonalds we asked a local about, buy some beer from a local liquor store and then head back to our hotel.



Ashley has developed some weird bumps on the right side of her head - like lymph glands. They weren't there this morning. They are painful to the touch. As such, we're not going to have sex. To make matters worse, my contact lens pick today to start bothering me. One of my eyes really hurts when I wear my contacts, and makes it uncomfortable



Somewhere not the right kind of wet,

Andrew Joseph

This blog's title is sung by Johnny Nash, and I chose it for its IRONY. 

PS: Click HERE for some photos of Sendai. Warning... I took them with a disposable panoramic camera, as my camera... well... you'll find out in a couple more blogs about my wonderful rife... Anyhow, I have no idea what any of these photos are of, or where exactly I took them...if anyone knows, I'd appreciate a heads up.

PPS: I out some goofy descriptions under the photos, except to show that it was raining, wet, foggy and that my eyes were bothering me.

Ignorance Is Bliss


It's Tuesday, October 1, 1991 and I sit here in the teacher's office of Ohtawara Chu Gakko (Ohtawara Junior High School) here in Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan where I am an assistant English teacher (AET) hired via the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching Programme).



I've been here 14 months and am pretty much enjoying myself... hence the name of this blog.



I have two classes today to team-teach - which means I have a lot of free time to sit on my butt. I have to remember that not only is this an opportunity for me to learn about japan, and an opportunity for the kids to get schooled by a native English speaker, it's also an opportunity for the Japanese teachers to get to know a gaijin (foreigner).



Takuda-sensei transferred to another school, and in his place is the very cute 31-year-old Miss Kyoko Watanabe. She was very deliberate in telling me she is a 'miss'. I didn't miss that. She used to work at Nishinasuno Chu Gakko (Nishinasuno Junior High School is not one of my schools, as it's located in the town north west of Ohtawara, in Nishinasuno-machi), but she has heard of me.



She has apparently heard I was dating (she used the correct past tense) Ashley, an AET who lives in Nishinasuno but teaches at the Ohtawara Boys High School. We were together off and on for about 10 months, and now just sleep together whenever the mood hits hit... which is about once every week and a half. I guess I can't complain... it allows me the freedom to see whomever I want, without feeling guilty that I am cheating on her. Trouble... a big part of me wants us to still be a couple. Shes off on a short vacation in Nikko with Karen, another AET who wants to be my girlfriend. The whole thing makes me feel ill, as I look at kyoko and think I'd like to see wheat I am miss-ing.  



Kyoko talks to me more than the Japanese teachers of English (JTE) today... perhaps they have backed off as they are watching yet another woman chat me up. I don'yt think she's being anything but friendly, but you never know. The last time a woman (Junko) did that to me here at this school, she ended up stalking me. We had some wonderful monkey sex and I forgo sleep, but her following me around (on the sly) was a little unnerving. She was always easy to spot, as I could not only could I smell Junko's shampoo, but I'm a guy. It's my duty to scope out a room to see what babes there may be.



Kyoko seems flabergasted when I tell her (the music teacher) that I used to be a piano and clarinet teacher and a journalist back home in Toronto. She thinks I am talented. I am but that's not my talent. Just give me two-and-a-half hours...



Young Katsuhisa Suzuki-sensei does sit down to talk with me when Kyoko goes off to teach a class. He tells me all about his adventures in mushroom picking this past weekend, telling me how he spent three hours in the drizzling rain picking mushrooms, brought them in to school yesterday only to be informed by the resident mushroom expert that every single one of them was poisonous.



He's not filling me with much as he wants to know if I want to come with him next weekend for another try.



When it's time to go home, it begins raining heavily. Of course it is. Land of the rising sun, my ass. It rains all the time, it seems! I know it's typhoon season, but really, it seems to have rained more during this past year than been sunny.



Still.... it's the weather. I ride out with an umbrella given to me by Kyoko and head over to a hobby store and buy myself a Nintendo Super Famicon Video Game System. Screw the hand-held Sega system... I want a real game system!



But, back home after setting it up, I can't get a perfectly clear screen. It's still cool, and I play Super Mario.

Then Shoko calls and my heart jumps with glee.



I had asked her out yesterday on her birthday. She's an adult fox student in my night school class that I teach for fun and profit.



She asks if I am free this Thursday for our date! Not only am I free, but I'm cheap.



Hell yeah!



But then she says she wants to bring mutual friend Naoko along.



Hell no!



But, I guess Shoko is worried about the language barrier, as my Japanese skills are best left in the bedroom (or wherever), while her English skills are nothing to write home about. I have it in my head that if she brings Naoko along, then she's not really serious about the two of us dating, and I may not ask her out again. At least that's what floats through my disappointed mind.



James Dalton (another AET) originally from Stoney Creek, Ontario, Canada calls and invites me yet again for a poker party. I have had to back out of all of his invites. It's not because I don't like the guy - I do - he's a very good friend - but I actually have to give a speech in front of the Ohtawara International Friendship Association that night - something about my views of Japan after a year here.



Do you think I have anything to say on that topic?



I stay up late into the morning and play video games. 



Somewhere knowing Ashley and Karen are back tomorrow,

Andrew Joseph

Today's blog is by Jellyfish: PRINCESSTOADSTOOL.

PS: The video features characters from SuperMario. When I wrote this blog and had all of these elements together... video game, Mario, mushrooms (IE Toadstools), ignorance (Shoko asking Naoko), teacher not knowing anything about me except my social status, and me not knowing what is going on with Ashley and Karen - well... I love it when a plan comes together!

Here Comes The Rain Again


There's a typhoon blowing through Japan - or more importantly, through my city of Ohtawara-shi in Tochigi-ken (Tochigi Prefecture), Japan - today, Thursday, September 19, 1991.

I'm from Toronto, Canada. We don't get typhoons, tsunami or earthquakes or volcanic eruptions. We get snow - not a lot of it, mind you. People are of the misconception that Canada is a vast wasteland of ice and snow, that we use sled dogs to get to work and then back to our igloo homes... or that we just got electricity 10 years ago. Some people actually believe that crap.

Some people in Canada do live like that - but that's only during the winter a way up north near the Arctic Circle. Toronto is actually more southernly than many parts of the U.S. - and I'm not just talking about Alaska!

Snow... we get some snow - and yes, it's cold... but we're actually just above a so-called snow-belt that dumps snow on Buffalo in the US. Yes, we maybe get 8-inches of snow in a storm... and maybe only have three or fours storms a year... but that's it. We still walk to work or school - we just dress warmly. Sometimes I even wear gloves - but never a hat! That would mess up my hair.

And as far as snow and Ohtawara... This past winter  1990-92, we got a lot of snow... the difference is it melts in two days, unlike Toronto where it tends to stay until March. And cold? You bet. Inside it feels colder as there does not seem to be a lot of insulation between the walls in Japanese buildings. I asked about that once, and was told that because of the humidity in the Spring, Summer and Fall, Japanese building don't have insulation and are not as air-tight so as to allow the building to breath. If you are cold, use a kotasu, electric blanket and/or a gas heater - just remember to open a window to vent the gas. So... I'm supposed to open a window to vent the gas... but doesn't the open window let more cold in? Yup. Welcome to Japan.

I complained about how cold I was, and my office - the Ohtawara Board of Education (OBOE) purchased a combination heater/air-conditioner that was very powerful... and I never sweat or froze again - unless I left the confines of my apartment. True.

This is just to tell you that I had never seen natural disasters or weather like what Japan has at any time before in my life.

Oh - and the number of times Godzilla has gone stomping through Ohtawara-shi looking for Mothra!? It's ridiculous... I mean, my first experience with a Godzilla-like creature was a single cockroach in my apartment the day I moved in 13+ months ago. Aside from some spiders on steroids, I've not encountered any other bug in my place.

Stereotypes. Screw'em.

My impression of the Japan prior to arriving was that here were geisha everywhere. I haven't seen one yet! And that all of the men were dressed in navy blue pinstripe suits, wore glasses, had an attache case, straight black hair and had no sense of humour.

Okay... that might have been a poor example of showing how stupid stereotypes are. There are more than enough men in Japan who fit that description. But sense of humour? These guys are stupid funny - and I mean that they are hilarious!

Anyhow... while Tokyo does indeed get its fair share of earthquakes every day (some of which you might even notice), tsunami and volcanic eruptions that affect the country are exceedingly rare. Why am I mentioninig this? It's because there's a typhoon blowing in Ohtawara right now! It's actually typhoon season!

Really? In Canada we have duck season and construction season - but typhoon season? That's insane! Fortunately, there are only about 5-6 typhoons in the late summer, early fall.

I'm just trying to tell you that okay, for maybe 15 days a year in Ohtawara, it rains - hard. In Toronto, it's the same - but it's snowing. It's the same, but different. Welcome to life as a gaijin (foreigner) in Japan.

I'm up at 6:45AM, and despite being in a good mood these past two days, I awake feeling very tired.
 
It's pouring rain.

Fortunately I have an umbrella, which I take with me as I ride my bicycle to Ohtawara Chu Gakko (Ohtawara Junior High School) where I work (this week) as an assistant English teacher on the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme.

Unfortunately for me, the umbrella last a whole five minutes before the typhoon's winds shred the fabric covering me.

I am now soaked. My navy blue suit weighs a ton thanks to all of the water it has soaked up, and I'm also riding head-first into the storm.

What's worse, though, is that this is only the beginning of the storm.

(And... just for you, oh reader... here in 2011, I found out that what I was just in - didn't even qualify as a typhoon! In fact... it wasn't even directly over Ohtawara!

Here's some data on Tropical Storm Luke (the actual storm - I found this info in 2011) :
Tropical Storm Luke formed from a disturbance that moved through the Northern Marianas and formed a depression on the 14th of September just to the west of the islands. The depression began to slowly intensify as it moved towards the west-northwest and Tropical Storm Luke was named on the 15th of September. Luke reached peak intensity of 60 mph (97 km/h) prior to recurving to the northeast and weakening due to increased shear. Tropical Storm Luke then paralleled the southeastern Japan coastline, dropping heavy rains. The resulting flooding and landslides killed 8 people and left 10 others missing prior to Luke turning extratropical east of central Honshū Island.

So... despite it not being a typhoon, people died.

Teachers at the school did dig deep and find some clothes for me to wear - it's all sportswear - but it's dry and very warming, both physically and emotionally. They even dug out some slippers for me to wear that actually fit me (almost).

 I actually could ring water from my suit - apparently you shouldn't do that, however, as it tends to make the suits all wrinkly. Some of the female teachers took my suit and hung it up to dry, and watched as a small river fell from it nearly drowning the home economics teacher in the process.

I have six very hot cups of o-cha (Japanese green tea) and then have to pee for four minutes straight. The time was straight... my urine strain was a little wobbly.

Maybe the stars are starting to align up for me? I'm tired and luckily only have two classes to teach at school. I do very little, but that's okay. It doesn't matter because everyone from teachers to students is polite and warm. Perhaps it's because everyone knows that the last tie I was here I was stalked by a university student on a week-long internship program to learn how to teach.

You can read about that HERE, but just know that it was some of the best sex I had ever had! The problem was when she started stalking me, dropping out of school to follow me around, and then dropping by when any guests I had over left so we could screw each other's brains out until the morning, when I would go to work for days and days with out sleep. It was a very tiring  - but wholly satisfying experience.

The head of the English department - Inoue-sensei comes up to me at 4:15PM and asks me to do a recording of an English test for him since I'll be at another school next week.

He' such a nice man! I miss him so much! Besides being a great friend, he also told me so much about life in Japan - a lot of which I have already shared with you, and many more that I will share in the future!

Inoue-sensei gives me a couple of telephone cards for my collection (see HERE for what I picked up), and then asks if I'll be free one Sunday in October to accompany him on a trip to Nasushiobara! I have no idea why, but sure!

It stops raining - or typhooning - or I guess tropical storming as I am about to go home, so at least I'm not going to get soaked again.

At home, Matthew my friend and local legend calls - we ride out for a ramen (noodle) dinner. We then rent a couple of movies and watch one back at my place.

When Catherine Willens calls again at 10PM, I kick Matthew out so I can talk uninhibited until midnight. When we are done exchanging more life stories, she tells me she only actually called to invite me to a party. I can't recall when or where, but it seems she wants me to be her date.

I  guess she doesn't know that while I no longer have a girlfriend in Ashley, am trying to sleep with Karen, and trying date Shoko, I am still a friend-with-benefits with my ex. There's probably a few other women I'm chasing or am sleeping with this week that I haven't mentioned, but since I either can't remember their name or I haven't met them yet, it doesn't matter.    

Before heading to bed, I stay up and do more of my puzzle on the Tower of Babel. The easy part of the puzzle is now finished. Now all I have to do is put together 500 pieces of white fluffy clouds.

Somewhere I am wrinkled,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog is sung to you by The Eurythmics: Here Comes The Rain Again: POURING

Novocaine For The Soul


It's Friday, April 20, 1991. It's freezing when I wake up at 6:45AM! It's only September here in Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan! Last year I was sweating my butt off until November!

Strangely enough, it's not raining today. I thought we were supposed to be getting wiped out by a typhoon - or was that all it had yesterday?

Whoops - at 9AM just before classes actually start at Ohtawara Chu Gakko (Ohtawara Junior High School), it begins to rain. I knew the weather wouldn't let me down!

For some reason, I don't have any classes scheduled for today. Shibata-sensei doesn't tell me why, so I sit here alone in the teacher's office being bored.

Did you know that crossword difficulty is inversely proportional to the amount of free time you have? The more free time you have, the easier the puzzle, thereby ensuring you will be bored quicker.

I have done two puzzles in ink without any errors - and not much hesitation on my part... so I start reading a Sherlock Holmes book I borrowed from Matthew. Matthew is a major fan of the opium-riddled detective, and I have to admit, after watching a lot of the episodes on television these past few months, it has made me want to see what the heck the writing was like. Apparently, the creators of the television show were exceedingly faithful to the writings of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I wish I had a cool name like Conan.

After lunch in the teacher's room, I sit and stare at nothing. Screw this. I want to go home so I can do nothing there.

So at 4PM, I go home and relax... I'm not sure if that's possible considering how little I actually did today, but I do my best.

I watch some sumo (Japanese wrestling) and have found myself really getting into the whole sport.

Ashley comes over at 6PM. She was sick today and didn't go to work at the Ohtawara Boys High School, but she isn't too sick to stay away. I guess this is where I have to be a friend for a few hours later tonight.

So I do. After watching a few videos from back home, we fool around where I show her a neat trick involving my gold chain which she really loves.

This is the way my day ends - with a bang and a whimper.

Somewhere no longer freezing,
Andrew Joseph
Today's music is by: Eels: NUMB

I Feel Fine


So there I was... sleeping... in my nice tatami mat room on my Queen-sized bed, courtesy of one of my fans in Ohtawara, who offered the bed to my Ohatawara Board of Education (OBOE) office after it became known that I had some back pain that was being aggravated by sleeping on a futon.

Actually, it was probably more aggravated by my having sex on the futon... and the knee burns from the tatami! Oy gevalt!

Anyhow.. sleeping... it's Saturday, September 14, 1991 here in Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan.

Doorbell... okay... I'm going to ignore it.

It's not students from any of the junior high schools I teach at because they would have to ring it 100 times already.

Fifteen seconds later, the doorbell rings again. Ignore it. I'm dead.

Damn! A third ring!

I crawl out of bed and quietly make my way to the front door and peer through the peephole to see who the hell it is... Ashley?

Ashley is my ex-girlfriend here in Japan for the first nine months of my current-14 month stay. We are now friends-with-benefits, because while she enjoys the sex, she can't stand the idea of being tied down by having a full-time boyfriend. That's too bad, because I really, really like her and would love to be tied up, I mean tied down by her as my girlfriend... oh well... at least there's still sex. Tied up? Tied down? Which phase is funnier?

I let her in, grab a quick shower and then go out to talk to her.

She's apparently been up for hours. It's only 10AM! She doesn't state why she's been up for hours - Manic? Antsy? Horny? Dopey, Doc, Grumpy or Bashful? All I know is, this Cinderfella isn't getting his Sleeping Beauty rest.

I better stop. I'm getting Disney. I mean dizzy.

It's still raining. So we stay inside at my place.

We watch some videos from back home, make out a bit - it was weird... she was quite nice... with none of the bitchiness I hate and love at the same time. Hell, she was still very funny like she had been earlier this week - when I thought she was on her period... but now she admits she was clear last Wednesday... and was waiting for me to make my move like I was always forced to do.

Afterwards, she invites me back to her place to watch Black Rain and eat some more of her home-made soup. Guys... when a woman cooks food for you, she really loves you. That whole adage: "The way through a man's heart is through his stomach" - that's true. If you are eating take-out or ready-made meals all the time, or if you are like me and cooking for her, it's Loserville's one-way street. That was me this past year.

Now she is cooking food for me? It's soup. Does that count as a meal? Is that a meal if you are just a friend-with-benefits, or does she not know about that old saying?

I think too much, ne (eh)?

The gas in her apartment goes off suddenly, and no amount of kicking the stove will make it come back on, so I suggest she call her supervisor to call someone for help.

As she makes that call, I know my night is over early, and I ain't getting any. While Ashley has told anyone who will listen that she has never had a boyfriend, damn near everyone in Japan who has seen the two of us together (more often than often) would know that we were a couple. Hell, I told my bosses at the OBOE who asked if we were a couple, and they (I've heard from the OBOE) discussed the happy union with Ashley's bosses. When Ashley's bosses said "she keep's telling us she is single - why would she lie?" I told my bosses to inform them of the Japanese perception that a woman with a boyfriend must be sleeping around with him... and Ashley did not want to look like a slut.

I'm paraphrasing, of course. I don't believe I used the words "sleeping around".

As he makes his way over, I am making my way out.

I stay up until 2AM doing my jigsaw puzzle.

Crap. I have to get up early tomorrow to go dancing.

Somewhere not sleeping around,
Andrew Joseph
Today' blog title is by The Beatles because I like the IRONY.
PS: Of course, you know what FINE means, right? Read about the BREAKUP

I Wanna Be A Cowboy

It's Monday, September 9, 1991.

Along with my girlfriend Ashley (or maybe we're not boyfriend/girlfriend and just in it for the benefits), we participated in the Yoichi Nasu Kyudo (Japanese archery) Matsuri yesterday.

I actually hit a target—just not my own. Oh well...

When I did hit that target - everyone at the tournament gasped with shock... how could a gaijin (foreigner) play our sport so well! And then when they saw it was not my target they all unclenched their sphincters.

I'm just guessing.

The Japanese are a notoriously proud people - as well they should be. But to ensure that you - the gaijin - are aware that what your are seeing, doing or wearing is actually Japanese, they will refer to it as a Japanese so-and-so.

Examples I can easily toss out are: Japanese rice; Japanese chopsticks; Japanese kimono. It does seem, at first glance for a guy coming over from Canada, to be completely ridiculous, as these items in Canada are simply known as rice, chopsticks and kimono.

I supposed that if I were at a Chinese restaurant I'd be eating Chinese rice with my chopsticks while wearing a Chinese kimono. Or Indian rice with my Indian chopsticks (also known as fingers) while wearing my Indian kimono (sari).

I get it... There are other countries that offer a similar product (Korea does have a kimono - though I doubt they call it one), and the Japanese just want to ensure you/me/us know that it is of Japanese origin - and that everybody stole it from Japan.

That's a paraphrase from a Gilligan's Island television episode:

Gilligan: "I thought it was Chinese water torture."
Japanese Soldier: "They copied it from Japan."

I love that line... even though they had a guy with an Italian name play the part of the Japanese soldier - Vito Scotti.

Anyhow... I'm feeling blah! It's an office day because all of the recent school festivals meant the students weren't doing enough work... so they wanted to keep me out for a day to help teachers and students get back into the swing of things... or something like that. I usually got explanations for things, but often it was tell me where I'm going and who cares about the explanation, as I knew it would be a difficult thing to have translated for me.

It looks like the typhoon is about to hit - again. I go into the Ohtawara Board of Education (OBOE) office - and the first thing I tell all all of the anxious faces is: "Dame!  Ze-ro" (essentially, "no way - zero" ). I explain all of my bad luck yesterday - leaving out the sex, and everyone gets a chuckle because it is rather funny, and I have a big grin on my face as I re-tell the days events.

Kanemaru-san invites me to participate in another kyudo tournament next weekend. I actually want to participate now... but I have committed to be part of some JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme dance event in Nikko.

I go home at lunch and do some more of my puzzle... it's not coming as easily as the last one that I seemingly did in my sleep one evening, as my brain took over and just kept slapping down piece after piece until I forced myself to regain control.
 
I write another letter to my brother Ben, and receive one from my gal Kristine who lives 500 kilometres away. Brains, beauty and a fantastic sense of humour - she always seemed too good for me, and 20 years later, I congratulate myself on being correct.

Back at the OBOE office - I goof around some more. I do some work on a couple of stories, and do a few puzzles. It's a nice change of pace from being on the go and being so in-demand nearly every day. I don't mind that, but it is nice to do nothing and get paid for it.

I ride home in the drizzle and sit amongtst my messy apartment and do more of my puzzle. I am actually unaware as to when my apartment finds the time to get messy, as it seems like I tidy up every day. God! Am I anal retentive neat? My parents would have a heart attack if they knew that, because I have always been messy. I guess now that I have people (and especially women) going in and out of my place, I want the place to look like it belongs to a guy who knows how to look after himself.

I watch some sumo (Japanese wrestling) on television and then race off to teach at my night school English conversation class for beginners that I do to make some extra cash on the side. Basically, it helps pay for the food Ashley and Matthew consume. :)

I have four new students tonight... all female of course. The majority of my class is female. I'm not complaining, but I really do think that most of them spend the entire time there making eyes at me and then demurely lowering the head when I look at them.

Of my new students, two are actually from Wakakusa Chu Gakko (Wakakusa Junior High School) - but unlike any I've met at that school... these ones do not understand anything I say... even when I ask them: "What is your name?"

They point at their nose, as if to grasp that I am indeed talking to them... I am... I'm looking right at them and have leaned in close. But... they can't even answer that until my other students translate for them.

But that's okay... it is a beginner's course, afterall. Why would anyone come here if they didn't need to be here? Not for me, I hope.

My other two students are women in their late 40s or early 50s... I really seem to have a look cougars like - horny.

Not surprisingly... Shoko is absent. She and I were supposed to go out for a date last Friday. She was to have called me and told me when and where. She did try, but I must have missed her call. That sucks... but I hope she isn't avoiding me?

Last night Naoko came over to talk. Naoko likes myself and Matthew - but just as friends. My mom visited here last month and was really quite disappointed that Naoko and I were only friends, and spend an inordinate amount of time looking for a husband for Naoko if I wasn't going to step up... and I wasn't.

Shoko and Naoko are friends. I explained what happened, and I assume that now Shoko knows. It wasn't me being malicious or afraid or anything like that... just crappy timing.

At break, while everyone goes off to chat, I sit at my desk by myself and wonder what the hell I am going to teach them tonight. I really should come up with a teaching plan, but I have always preferred to just wing it!

I decide to teach them some very difficult 'tense' material... but the class keeps surprising me and gets most of it.

I ride home after class, take a whiz and then go over to Matthew's place to watch a television show - Robin Hood - until midnight. It's a good but not great program, because the archery in it... is not Japanese.

Somewhere this Indian wants to find a kimono-clad Cowgirl,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog is by: Boy's Don't Cry: YOYO

 

 

Let's Get It Started

I head to Nozaki Chu Gakko (Nozaki Junior High School) this morning still in a bit of pain from the exercise I did two days ago with my friend and fellow assistant English teacher (AET) Matthew.

It's Tuesday, September 3, 1991 here in Ohtawra-shi (Ohtawara City), Tochigi-ken (Tochigi Prefecture), Japan, and I'm enjoying my time at this school - always my favourite - from the teachers all the way to the students. It's pure pleasure to know one gets to work in such a happy environment!

I have three classes today (which means I have two classes off). The two with Hiyama-sensei are well-prepared and go fairly well. She's teaching mostly younger kids (Grades 7 & 8 - or in Japan, Year 1 and Year2), and they all seem eager to learn. Nagashima-sensei's classes are full of enthusiasm, too. If only all the schools were as well-prepared and mentally-fit as this one!

Immediately after class and before lunch, I chat with some of the boys about the one subject they are most interested in learning about in English: sex. It's like the common denominator with any male learning a new language. You learn to say hello, your name, how are you, and then all of the naughty stuff you can lay your hands on. I don't hold back--not even with the less pleasant schools--because they are showing an interest in English. Heck, I want to know the naughty stuff in Japanese, so we teach each other, have fun while bonding.

I eat lunch with the second class, and afterward teach them more bad words, and they me. Quid pro quo.

After school, the students all break up into three large groups and try to cheer lead for this weekend's upcoming Sports Day. One group that has a teacher present is very good, but the others who are without a teacher kind of just sit around and waste time. Me, too. I don't blame them. It's 35 Celsius outside. Who can be energetic in that type of heat? Oh, and the humidity! I am dripping with sweat and I'm not even moving!

Back home in my apartment after shopping for ready-made dinners, Ashley (my ex-girlfriend and now quite possibly friend-with-benefits) calls. We chat for 30 minutes before she asks if I would like to come over and try some soup she made. Okay... it's still 35 Celsius out, and it's a 20 minute bicycle ride away, but what the heck. I'll eat her soup.

I figure it's her feeling me out - to see if we should continue having benefits, as we haven't since she went back to her home in Augusta, Georgia, USA a month ago, only arriving back a week ago. She put on quite a few pounds, but still looks sexy, yummy to me. Since she and I had relations, I met another AET named Karen from North Bay, Ontario, Canada who would like me to be her boyfriend. Plus, I keep getting calls from an English chick from Bath named Cathy who I think likes me. Plus I had Kristine from Washington D.C. over whom I really like, but didn't put any moves on because I was sick during her visit. Plus I had some really wild times with two Thai women I met in Bangkok while vacationing with my mother, who then came to Ohtawara-shi to visit me and see Japan. While she left this past weekend to go back to Toronto, my memories of those two Thai women remain, as I dated them separaretly, and then together for the best time I've ever had with members of the opposite sex.

Ashely's soup is actually pretty good. We sit around on her tatami mat (grass mat) floors and just talk. About stuff.

When I leave at 9:30PM, we hug and I give her a peck on the lips. I suppose it's a start... or is it theh beginning of the end?

I'm home by 10PM. I do some laundry, clean out my fridge and vacuum the place. It finally looks spic and span clean again after a couple of months.

I'm in bed by 12:30AM knowing that I happily skipped exercising today because of my dinner with Ashley. I'd trade some push-ups by myself for some push-ups with her any day. Even though nothing like that happened. A guy has to start somewhere.

Somewhere starting a new year,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog is by: The Black Eyed Peas: WOO-HOO! It's either about a new school year about me starting with Ashley again. Or with someone else.  
Today's drawing at the top was done by the art teacher Matsu-sensei. This guy drew a caricature of myself with White-Out! I looks just like me - complete with 5 o'clock shadow at 10AM! He also stamped it with his hanko (Japanese ink signature). I have it glued into my diary on the front inside cover. Thank-you sensei. You know sensei means teacher, right?    
 

Talk Dirty To Me


I'm in Utsunomiya-shi with my friend and co-conspirator, Matthew Hall, to give a speech to the newcomers on the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme in Tochigi-ken (Tochigi Prefecture). We're in a hotel, it's Tuesday, August 6, 1991.

I'm up at 6AM - but only to close the friggin' window in the room. It's noisy outside! I go back to sleep as my body is not enjoying the drinking activities of the night before.  Up at 7AM, I try to phone Rory... a guy who lives in Tokyo (and an ex-boyfriend of Kristine South, a woman I really like, but who lives too far away—some 500 kilometers—from my place in Ohtawara-shi (Ohtawara City).

That's the thing about Japan... as long as you know someone mutually, there's a gaijin (foreigner) network that will essentially allow one to spend a night wherever needed.

I need a place to stay tonight, as I'm heading out to the Tokyo airport tomorrow morning to fly to Thailand to meet my mom for a short vacation before we both head back to Ohtawara for a few weeks before she goes back to Toronto. Me? I've signed up for my second year on the JET Programme to teach junior high school kids English. Matthew, originally from Binghampton, NY, is in the same boat.

Rory's not in - or he's normal and won't answer a phone so early in the morning!

Matthew and I go to a French bakery with a English girl named Cathy... a first year newcomer on the Programme, who seems a bit lonely, but very friendly towards me. Cripes. Back in Toronto I couldn't get a woman to look at me... but here in Japan, I have to swat them away like flies.

Matthew and I give our speech to an enthralled/captive audience on 'Surviving Japan'. It's funny and very interesting, chock full of great stories and advice that should be utilized or not utilized—depending on one's situation. Whatever... everything worked out for us, and we're both pretty well-adjusted to living well in Japan. However... I heard that our speech raised the eyebrows of the bosses of the JET Programme for Tochigi—Arikawa-san and Kamioka-san.

Hmmm... I probably should have kept my mouth shut.

I have lunch with two gorgeous newcomers—Laurie Tiefenbach (who I thought I was going to hook up with during a party a few day's earlier... but she was sideswiped by Karen Irwin, with whom I did hook-up with) and Letiticia Todd, who is drop dead gorgeous with a great butt and awesome, dark-brown curly hair. I'm spending a bit more time describing my initial reaction towards Lettiicia for a reason, as she will be the focus of a serious blog in the future. I just want you to know that I thought she was perhaps the most beautiful, sexy woman I had yet to see on the JET Programme, excluding Kristine, of course.

After lunch, I provide a demonstration on how to do a self-introduction class... something I wish I had seen last year... or if they did demonstrate it then, I wish I had paid attention rather than concentrating on Ashley (former girlfriend and current friend with benefits). Who's kidding whom? With all of these gorgeous woman around me, this was how, and how I am going to continue to survive Japan!

Again, my self introduction speech raises quite a few eyebrows amongst the Japanese and the newcomers. I have no idea if that's good or bad... but everyone now knows prety much all there is to know about me (that I want them to know, of course).

After it's all over, I walk back to my hotel (in the rain (of course, because I'm traveling... I am the Ame Otoko - Rain Man, and it only rains when I travel).

I then take a slow JR (Japan Rail) train to Tokyo. I arrive by 6PM and try calling Rory again... who's still not in.

Still carrying my luggage, I ride to Nippori and try to get a room for the night at the Hotel d'Love. It's a love hotel. Unfortunatly, they, and the other three love hotels I visit, say I am not allowed into their rooms. At first I thought it was because i was a foreigner/gaijin... but it was quickly explained that I am not allowed into a room by myself. I can only go in with a woman or a hooker/prostitute.

For a guy who was beating women away from him several hours earlier, I don't have one handy, and consider purchasing a hooker just so I can get into the hotel for the night. But, after the success I've been having with the women here in Japan since I arrived just over a year ago, there's no way I'm paying for a woman. I'm sure if I just stand around looking sexy in the rain for a few minutes one will pick me up.

An hour later and tired of standing in the rain, I call Rory. He's in and tells me how to get to his place. It's difficult, but I make it without getting lost (two times is not lost... it's just not knowing where I am for a few minutes). Rory lives 40 minutes outside of downtown Tokyo! I'm not going to save much time in getting to the airport, but at least I get to talk to the guy.

He mets me at the train station, and because it's pouring, we grab a taxi (he paid!) and head to his place. He's a very nice guy and seems very similar in personality, and demeanor to myself. No wonder we get along! No wonder Kristin liked him and likes me!

His place is small and cramped—I think it's smaller than my living room... but he is in Tokyo, and places are all expensive and small.


We talk until midnight—about woman of all things! Okay, that was me being sarcastic. Of course we talked about women. We talked a lot about Kristine (that was me asking him stuff that I could use in a phone 'sex' conversation with her later) and then he shows me a photo album that has some photos of my special K.

No offense Kristine, but boy you were skinny in those old photos. But relax. You were too skinny. I much prefer the way you look now.

I'm physically and mentally exhausted and pass out asleep, hoping I don't snore too much to exclude me from ever staying at Rory's place again. He's so cool.

Somewhere wondering why Rory and Kristine broke up,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is brought to you by Poison: TALK 
PS: Later in another blog you can see how my writings on Kristine and Letiticia are related.

Dam Victims Live In Fear

Back on March11, 2011 when the 9.0 Magnitude Great East Japan Earthquake spawned a massive tsunami and affected a nuclear power plant, lost amongst the chaos was the fact that a dam also collapsed.

When an 18-meter high, 133-meter wide agricultural dam at Fujinuma-ko (Fujinuma Lake) collapsed it swept a flood of water down upon the Nagnuma district of Sakugawa, an inland part of Fukushima-ken killing seven people and a one-year-old boy missing (and nearly three months later, is presumed dead). The dam had a storage capacity of 1.5 million tons of water.

The dam was built in October 1949 to secure an agricultural water supply to downstream areas that had suffered a water shortage. The earthfill dam was built as an embankment with a trapezoidal cross-section to hold water back, though the core of the dam was reinforced withconcrete blocks and between 1984 to 1992, had liquid cement injected into itto prevent water leakage.

When the earthquake hit, thedam's sloped surface collapsed like a landslide. Then, because of the water pressure, the dam simply gave way.

When the dam collapsed, Shishido Katsutoshi (surname first), 72, explains: "There was such a roar that I could hardly understand what was going on."


From a window on the first floor of herhouse one kilometer downstream from the dam, Nakamura Mitsuko, 65, saw a huge wave of water approaching that she guessed to be between five and 10-meters high. She grabbed her two grandchildren, aged 2 and 4, anddashed up to the second floor, where they shivered in the cold until the water began to recede.

"I never expected my house to be destroyed by dam water," Nakamura cries.
Hayashi Moeko, 14, was found dead in the Abukumagawa (Abukuma river) in Nihonmatsu,about 40 kilometers downstream from the Taki area, on April 24, 44 days after the dam collapse. She was a second-year student at Naganuma Chu Gakko (Nagnuma Junior High School) and was with her mother visiting her grandfather's house when the waters hit. Her mother desperately tried to hold onto her hands, but the strength of the water pulled them apart. The mother was eventually able to reach a river bank and was rescued.

Hayashi's grandfather,  grandfather, Saito Kihachi, 69, solemnly explains: "In the evenings, I still sometimes think my granddaughter might come home."

Water from the dam flooded an area of 86.7 hectares downstream, causing serious damage to the inland area.

Nineteenhouses were totally destroyed, while 55 more were flooded to varyingdegrees. A total of 56 residents of 15 households are staying in nearbyhousing units run by the Employment Development Association. Unfortunately, these housing units are close to where landslide warningshave been issued (see THIS blog for a story on another area affected by landslides) and all residents are very concerned about the increased risk in landslide from the upcoming rainy season.


Saito-san also said he is very worried about the continuing rising levels of water in the river thanks to some heavy rainfall. "I'm worried there may be anotherdisaster."

Omori Setsuko, 56, cannot afford to buy land to build a new house after the flood swept her old house away. "Our evacuation places are located far from the river, butstill I'm worried about the upcoming rainy season when I remember someparts of the ground here have been loosened by earthquakes."

"Iunderstand how difficult it is to handle the current situation at theFukushima No. 1 nuclear power plant. But I want to ask who is responsible and who willcompensate us for this disaster," asks Omori-san.

Fukushima-ken officials say many places are at heightened risk oflandslides after the Great East Japan Earthquake adding that additional after shocks have loosened the ground. Officials say they want residents, even those outside landslidewarning areas, to be cautious and to evacuate voluntarily during heavyrains. 

Hirota Katsuo, president ofthe Ehanagawa land improvement district, which oversaw the LakeFujinuma dam, states, "We have checked the dam when it rained hard inthe past. We want to compensate surviving victims and the bereavedfamilies, but we don't have any money. We'll have to work together withthe prefectural and city governments to help them."

Files compiled by Andrew Joseph

Welcome Back Kotter

It's July 31, 1991... a Wednesday. I'm in Tokyo, Japan with my friend from Toronto, John, and Matthew, my friend originally from Binghamton, NY. Matthew lives in Ohtawara-shi (Ohtawara City), Tochigi-ken (Tochigi Prefecture) and, like myself, is a junior high school English teacher on the JET (Japan Exchange n& Teaching) Programme.

Man... I have to make that introduction smaller!

The three of us check out of our crappy hotel across the street from the supremely clean and pretty Keio Plaza Hotel where a lot of the newcomers to Japan on the Programme were staying. Matthew & I went down to meet and greet the newbies coming to live in our Prefecture.

After we have lunch in the crappy hotel's cafeteria, my friend Chris Rathbone comes over. He's such a nice guy, but he told me in a drunken blubber last night that his dad is dying. Anyhow, Chris comes over to help us carry our stuff to the local Shinkansen (Bullet train) line that will take us home. I have no idea why Chris is doing that for me, except I think the big lug misses me. That's okay... In 2011, I miss him, too and hope he's well and happy. Oh, and rich, too.

It's freaking hot today... just like it was when we first arrived in this country a year ago. Matthew is the only one of us not sweating which may have been due to him being dehydrated from all of the booze we had last night. I know that Chris and I are just soaked with sweat.
We go up together to the train line and get on our train and make a few stops.. Departing, Chris is waving frantically as we leave him at Utsunomiya-shi (Utsunomiya City). He says he'll write to me. Dammit. Big lug. You can call if you want to. But I don't say that. I'm already spread pretty thin in the phone conversations for mental health thing, as I play doctor Psych to a lot of people. Just not to myself.

The three of us go to Nasushiobara-eki (Nasushiobara train station) and then transfer to a local JR (Japan Rail) train and go south a few stops to Nishinasuno-eki (Nishinasuno train station) where we grab a taxi.

I hope John is impressed by my place. I am.

We do a quick load of laundry for John.. and then Matthew joins us and takes us to the Ohtawara Shrine & Temple so John can get some photos. Actually, I have no idea where anything is located in Japan, let alone this City, so it's always good to have Matthew around, as I get lost a lot less now.

Back at my place, I make him a chili dinner, and complains that it's not hot enough.

Ashley (my ex-American girlfriend and now just my girl friend with benefits) said that to me after our first meal about 11-1/2 months ago... so I made the next few chili meals progressively hotter... unfortunately she wasn't there for those... I was, and so I built up my own tolerance. When she finally had a meal with me next, I nearly killed her. Ahhhhh... fond memories. John is next.

Somewhere the chili isn't as hot as the weather,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is brought to you by: ex-lead singer of the Lovin' Spoonful, John B. Sebastian: BROOKLYN

Baby It's Cool Inside

Japan's Environment Ministry--in an effort to save on electricity usage via air-conditioners, has kicked off its 'Super Cool Biz' fashion campaign.

Staring on June 1, 2011, ministry workers are being allowed to have 'Casual Friday's' every day, dressing in cool summertime fashions so that it can keep it's offices no cooler than 28 Celsius, to help stem possible electrical power shortages after a large chunk of its electricity has been lost due to the nuclear crisis at Fukushima-ken's (Fukushima Prefecture) Dai-ichi (Big One) nuclear plant that was badly damaged after the March 11, 2011 9.0 Magnitude earthquake and tsunami.

Previous Cool Biz campaigns allowed the Energy Ministry workers to work sans (without) a jacket or tie--but the new Super Cool Biz program allows them to don clothing such as: Hawaiian shirts, plain non-logoed tee-shirts and jeans--though the jeans must be clean, unadorned or ripped.

While the sentiment was looked forward to by the Ministry workers, not too many people took advantage of the opportunity that first day, as the temperature in Otemachi, Tokyo (where the office is located) was a rather frigid 13.3 Celsius. It was so cold, many workers wore jackets. (Brrrrr). For reference, in Toronto on June 1, it was 31 Celsius. (Not Brrrrr).

Yoshizawa Yasunori (surname first!), the assistant division chief in charge of promoting countermeasures against chlorofluorocarbon with the Environment Ministry said that while it is still cold: "The need to save electricity when summer comes is inevitable. I hope we can review our lifestyle through these efforts."

Files compiled by Andrew Joseph

Lightning Storm

It's Wednesday, July 24, 1991 and I'm living in Ohtawara-shi (Ohtawara City), Tochigi-ken (Tochigi Prefecture), Japan. My friend-with-benefits (and ex-girlfriend) Ashley has gone back to the U.S. for  a short vacation... perhaps to recharge her batteries for yet another year with me.
I'm a tad shell-shocked, too. Since arriving from Toronto about one year ago, I've gone through so much strife - and all of it woman-related... some if it my doing, most of it not.
Now I'm on my own.
Sort of.
I have plenty of friend here in Japan. I know, shocking.
I'm up topday at 9AM. I watch some Japanese television and have no clue what anyone is saying.
The Japanese love samurai dramas. It's akin to U.S. westerns... which despite a relatively short shelf life of maybe 100 years, it spawned 20 years worth of tv shows.... but Japan... the samurai (for more on who and what they are, read THIS), they were a phenomenon for about 250 years in real life... and have been a mainstay of Japanese television or over 50 years.
After lunch I drop by the Ohtawara Board of Education (OBOE) office (my bosses) and do some more work for the newcomers arriving in Japan next week.
Tomorrow... and this time I mean it... I'm on vacation.
It's like I've been on vacation for over a week, but I just can't stop and totally relax. It's fine. My goal is to learn something new everyday in Japan. If I haven't, I've wasted the day. I haven't wasted a day here yet.
After finishing up some photocopying of documents, I go grocery shopping and clean up my apartment. Then I go to the back doctor to get rid of all of the pains... I've been seeing great results since I began going here a couple of months ago.
Because there's a lightning storm a-coming, kyudo (Japanese archery) is canceled tonight.... what with the metal arrows and stuff. It was actually canceled DURING my practice. I was holding my arrow, readying my release when a lightning bolt struck a recently fired arrow some 60 meters away.
Deafening, yes but it scared the heck out of me. I didn't yell or scream or anything, but I did quickly drop my arrow from my grip.
Kanemaru-san, one of my two bosses at OBOE and my kyudo-sensei (archery teacher) and good friend... he drives me home and then provides me with some presents.
I have no idea why I'm receiving presents NOW... but it is fast approaching my one-year anniversary here in Japan... and I am going away on a trip soon... or perhaps he just wants to offer me something nice. Why ask why, right?
The presents include: a talisman to ward off evil, and from his 5-year-old son Tomohiro a fugu puffer fish. (Both unfortunately were lost in a house fire I had four+ years ago...).
Kanemaru-san then drives me over to Iseya grocery/department store (where I was earlier today) and then shows me where to buy some spider spray.
I keep whining about all of the spiders on my balcony but keep forgetting to buy some spider spray!
As we arrive back home, the thunder and lightning show is over--Mother Nature has the most awesome television shows.
I head out and rent some videos, including Stephen King's "It". I then step out onto my northern balcony (I also have a western one... not to be confused with a samurai one) and spray the heck out of the 100+ spiders that descent from the ceiling.
I hate spiders.
Matthew comes over and we watch 1/2 of It together. When he leaves, I watch the rest and then some television, flipping channels. Secretly, I enjoy the murder show the best, as I am able to walk out onto my northern balcony at night for the first time ever... and watch the lightning storm flash off in the distance where the mountains are... I can feel the tiny hairs stand up on the back of my neck and I can smell ozone.
And I feel... electric

Somewhere watching reality television,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by Flogging Molly: KRACKADOOM!
PS: I really miss that talisman to ward off evil spirits... I sure could have used it these past four+ years...
PPS: Waiting for something to happen? Me too. Don't worry... tomorrow Matthew and I do something fun... I'll combine a few days and then get to the crazy time in my life where I wish I could... well, we should all just wait for that... 

Groovin'

Some of you might be wondering what the temperature is like in Japan. Well... it's a big freaking country (sort of), and stretches quite a ways west to east and also, north to south. So, I'd have to say that its weather (and temperatures) vary greatly.
Where I live in Ohtawara-shi (City of Ohtawara) , Tochigi-ken (Tochigi Prefecture), the weather is similar to Toronto. Four real seasons - five if I include construction season which lasts all year long. It's hot in the summer in the mid-30C range, with winter's getting chilly. I have to admit that Ohtawara doesn't get as cold as Toronto, usually getting as low as maybe a -10C. Toronto can get a lot colder than that - especially with the wind chill factor. And snow? I remember one day in Ohtawara when we had a bout 30 cm of snow (12-inches). But, it did all melt within about 36 hours. If it did snow, there was never more than a couple of centimetres at most. So... it was survivable.
Now the thing about hot weather in Japan, is that it tends to also be humid. Very humid.

It's Wednesday, June 12, 1991. What a day. It's been a constant 34C all day long. And it's not just the heat - it's the stupidity. I just always wanted to write that joke. The humidity makes my shirt wet almost the same instant I step outside my very hot apartment.
I'm supposed to get an air-conditioner in my apartment today... a gift, if you will, from the OBOE (Ohtawara Board of Education) - but no one has said anything for a few days.
Like usual, I'll just play it by ear and something will happen. That's all one can do in Japan when one doesn't speak the language. Communication is often lost in the translation - but often it's lost because of a lack of communication.
Today's is the first day I haven't worn a tie with my suit. Yes, since arriving in Japan and teaching at the schools, I've worn suits. Some three-pieces, some just two piece. I noticed that all of the male teachers do so, so despite being a gaijin (foreigner), it's always important to try and fit in - even if it means dressing up... and what's wrong with looking good?
So... at Sakuyama Chu Gakko (Sakuyama Junior High School), I forgo the tie. If anyone notices, no one says anything - as it is bloody hot.
I have four classes to teach in a row - and then I get to have lunch. Afterward, I sit in the teacher's office to cool off - and fail miserably - as for some reason, the windows are all shut, and there's no air conditioning.
I have noticed that in the winter, the schools have the windows open, so everyone freezes.
At 5th period (no class), I go outside to get some sun. Yes, I'm already brown, but I don't wind a bit more of an orange glow to my skin.
While I just wanted to do nothing, I find a baseball lying in the grass and start tossing it against the side of the school gym. I'm not just tossing it, though. I'm pitching it as though I'm a real ball player. I've shed my jacket and loosened a few buttons, and I'm really getting some descent velocity on the ball. I notice soon enough that the entire school has stuck its collective head out the window to watch me from their classrooms.
Not wanting to be a further distraction, I walk around a bit and then decide to jog for a mile (1600 metres) around the school's track. The heat is intense and I'm out of shape. But, somehow I make it and finish off in a sprint to the delight of the crowd which continues to watch from the class windows.
After waving to them, I go inside and sweat all over the floor and then consume my weight in water.
Outside, the beautiful blue sky begins to cloud up.
After school, some of the boys ask me to play baseball with them - I pitch two innings of scoreless ball, striking out four before my arm goes dead.
Still, I teach the boys all of the naughty English words I can think off  - and they teach me a few naughty Japanese one's I haven't heard before.
We laugh and have a great time - and folks... this is what being an AET (Assistant English Teacher) is all about. Cross-cultural internationalization.
Back in the early 1990s... the only foreigners these kids had ever seen were on television or the movies. To meet one (me) and realize that that foreigners aren't as different as they thought  - well, that's the whole point of this blog. People are people wherever you go on this big blue marble called Earth.
When I go inside the school after a half-hour of real English teaching, the dark clouds really roll in. A siren blasts a warning that scares the heck out of me.
What?! Are the Americans dropping another bomb?
Seriously - as poor in taste that joke is some 50 years later, it's what went through my mind then.
Kocho-sensei (Principal) Kobayashi tells me that the siren is a warning from the nearby golf course to all the golfers, that an electrical storm is fast approaching.
All of a sudden, the black clouds open up spilling its rain and wind. Lightning flashes everywhere. The building shakes with crashes of thunder.
I've never seen such a powerful storm - and I've already been through a couple of F-5 force hurricanes here.
The area outside the school quickly fills up with water so that it looks like there is a moat around the place. And... upon a closer look, it seems as though ALL of the students are standing outside for some reason.
I have no idea why - cripes, I hope it wasn't because they all stopped to look at me toss a ball or jog!
What a country, though. Windows sealed shut in the heat. Windows wide open in the cold. Standing outside when it's raining. It's like a backwards world some days.
Then, as quickly as it began, it was over and I was driven home with shiny blue skies overhead.
At my apartment, the air-conditioner guys were waiting outside my door - including Naoko's dad (Naoko is a Japanese female friend of mine), whom I had never met before - but like his daughter, he spoke decent enough English and seemed very nice.
It took over two hours to install - and included drilling a hole in the wall through the outside. Kanemaru-san (my boss from the OBOE), and the building superintendent were there, too. And with the four extra people in the place and the just completed thunder storm, it was very hot and muggy in my place.
At 6PM, it began to lightning and thunder and rain very hard again.
I needed a shower after the baseball, jogging and feeling dirty after teaching the boys all the naughty words - but I couldn't very well leave my guests alone.
And, by the time they did leave, I didn't really feel like having one. I just sat under the wall-mounted air-conditioner and bathed in all of its icy glory.
This computer-controlled unit was a wonder. Apparently it's an air-conditioner in the summer, and I can make it pump out lots of heat in the winter.
Ahhhhh. Ashley, forget about me for an instant... but my apartment is now even nicer - you have no idea what you are missing! No more of me dropping sweat onto your forehead (if you know what I mean!).
I stay up until 1AM cleaning up the mess the workers left behind - I insisted that they leave it for ME to clean up - as they had worked hard enough and should head home to their families. No one accepted my offer of a drink or food until they were done and then everyone had water.
It's not an insult. In retrospect (today in 2011), I should NOT have asked them if they wanted anything (like we do in western society), I should have just gone and got it and brought it out for them (like in Japan).
What's really sad is that I only just now - in 2011 - realized that.

Somewhere learning about culture is cool,
Andrew Joseph
Today's title is by The Young Rascals: DOINGANYTHINGWELIKETODO.
To me, it's about doing what you want to do - and today, I pretty much did. All because I chose not to wear a tie.
PS: There's a link to a neat news story eight hours after this entry hots the air. See you later!

F.I.N.E.

Hello...  I just wanted to say thank you to all my loyal readers. We had 3,174 visits to this site in the month of March - the highest yet by 1,000 plus. I guess all I needed were a few disasters to happen. With that in mind, read on... 

I hope you'll excuse the expletive in the title, but I call'em like I see'em. I'll explain the title in a minute.
It's Monday, June 3, 1991. I'm back in Ohtawara-shi after a few days of fun in the sun (anger and depression in the rain) of Kobe-shi, where I told my girlfriend Ashley I've had enough and want to end our relationship.
Trust me... despite mild language in these blogs, my knowledge and usage of cuss-words could embarrass a sailor and a Catholic school girl combined (which would probably be against the law) - but I probably worded the break-up in a more expletive-filled tirade.
Still, the next day or two after breaking up, she and I spend a lot of time together and seem to get along fine, which leaves me wondering if she realizes we broke up even though I'm pretty sure I know she knows.
Today I get to visit Kaneda Minami Chu Gakko (Kaneda South Junior High School), one of the seven middle schools I teach at four days a week in this relatively rural city oh Ohtawara.
There's a new English teacher at this school - where the students are all very sweet - mostly farmer's kids I believe). The teacher's is Mrs. Yamamoto, who's nice, speaks well and has no real teaching plan. I love it.
We play games and essentially allow the students have a good time in English class. But... I have no idea what her given name is.
However, despite the good time in class, my mind is often elsewhere. I'm not feeling right and am alone (girlfriend-wise) for the first time in Japan.
I have to admit I'm actually scared now.
But I still think Ashley doesn't understand that I broke up with her - so I think I'm going to have to re-affirm it with her. But, if she really doesn't want us to be apart as a couple, maybe I should just suggest we take a couple of weeks off from each other? What do you think? 
"NO! NO!" I hear you readers scream. But, despite the bravado, I am afraid of not having a girlfriend, as it took me nearly 26 years to find a woman who would sleep with me.... so why would I want to lose any woman as gullible as that? 
Coincidentally, I seem to have forgotten about all of the other women I have slept with since hitting Japan... I think I'm up to four other women... and these occurred in the instances when Ashley broke up with me the numerous times since - I think October of 1990 was the first big one.Each break-up only lasted a day or two... and in each instance, these women sought me out. 
Why did I not remember that? I wrote everything down in a friggin' diary, which is how I'm able to write stuff for you know 20 years later. I must have been whipped. Not really, but even some is better than none.
I decide that as soon as I get home from work/school, I'll call Ashley and tell her we need a couple of weeks apart - to see if we need to continue with our relationship. That way more women can enjoy my company.
Man, I have a big... ego.
When I get home, I have an 'uh-oh' moment as I notice her bicycle parked in the lot. She's not supposed to be here. Should I have sent her a memo?
It's raining. Of course. Land of the rising sun, my butt!
I go up to the apartment on the third floor, enter and see no shoes in the hall. In Japan, it's proper manners to take your shoes off when entering someone's home, and to wear ugly floppy slippers that will fit no one.
I remove my coat and shoes and enter my living room... she's curled up on my sofa, feet up and wearing her wet shoes, sitting in the dark with the drapes closed. I keep the drapes closed usually so as not to overheat my apartment from the sun (but it's always raining, so I have no idea why I close the drapes).
I say "Hi!" and lean over to kiss her, but she ducks her head down so I get nothing but limp, wet brown hair in my open mouth.
I ask her how she's doing.
She says "Fine."
Guys... when a woman uses the word 'fine' to describe an emotion... you are screwed. It's: "fxxked-up, insecure, neurotic and emotional" - f.i.n.e. Hence the title of the blog entry.
Since she's being non-communicative, I tell her I'm going to bring my laundry in from outside - as I think the constant rain may have left my clothes a tad wet. That gets her attention, and she blurts out that we need to have a talk. A serious one.
Ooooh. I'm scared, I think in a very arrogant manner.
In a sarcastic voice I say: "Why? Do you want to break-up?"
"Yes!", she screams.
It's pretty much a blur from then on... but hindsight being 20/20, I did break up with her a few days ago in Kobe, didn't I? So why is she breaking up with me now? Did me accompanying her to Mayuko's place mean we were back? There was no intimacy at all!
F.I.N.E.
My telephone rings and hangs up in four bells. It must be Matthew. Thanks... I needed a notice that the first round of this fight was over.
Second Round: She says she's been thinking about it for a long time.
Ha. Me, too, but I don't say that.
She says she's not in love with me anymore.
Owtch. But didn't I break up with her... ahhh, you know what I mean... How can someone break up with you if you have already broken up with them?
She's already brought back my borrowed video tapes and spare key to my apartment, and my blue jeans. Why the heck would I leave a pair of jeans at her place? Her place isn't that comfortable... it's why she spends the nights at my place. Those are my jeans, but there's no way in heck I'd leave a pair of pants at her place. I mean, what would I have worn on my bike ride home?!
She must have borrowed a pair of mine... but unfortunately, that's one mystery I'll never get resolved.
Anyhow, forgetting that I had already broken up with her, I tell her about my separation plan.... desperation breeds tiny monsters, folks. I tell her I'm still in love with her. (Where the hell did that come from?)
She says she now only thinks of me as a friend.
I say I think she was only my friend because I loved her. Now that love is only a one-way street, do I still need her as a friend?
In response, she asks if I am going to call Matthew back.
Yes, I say... as soon as you leave.
To hit that point home, I pick up the phone and begin dialing.
I turn my back as she slowly leaves my place. The front door opens and is closed gently... meaning she had to slow it down as the door likes to slam itself shut.
We don't look at each other.
It's complete.
It's over.
Matthew isn't picking up the damn phone. Maybe he didn't call - this was in the years before call display.
At night school, where I make a few extra bucks teaching adults (Matthew does the same, teaching a more advanced class), I have to say good-bye to a real nice lady student who's moving to Ibaraki-ken (province of Ibaraki). She wants me to write and phone her. I will. And hope her husband doesn't mind.
I'm single.
After school, I go for a coffee with her. You can read more about that woman HERE. In the car ride over to the coffee shop, she tells me that her nickname is Rain Woman because it rains whenever she travels. Bizarre. Me, too. I tell her people have been calling me Rain Man (Ame Otoko) ever since I arrived in Japan.
It gets a giggle, a hand squeeze and a peck on the cheek - nothing sexual.
Oh yeah... Naoko, a Japanese lady friend and I are invited to dinner by two of my oldest students, who supposedly own a really famous restaurant here in Ohtawara.
Famous restaurant? I've never heard of it - but the offer of free food get's my attention. I'm in!
I go home and sit in my darkened apartment in stunned silence as lightning flashes and thunder rumbles over head in a symphony of cacophony.
I'm tired, but don't go to bed until 1AM.
But, for the second night in a row, I don't fall asleep.

Somewhere not snoring,
Andrew Joseph 
Today's blog title is by Aerosmith: Listen to it HERE.
PS: She only thinks of me as a friend? Why would I need a friend like that? I have plenty of interesting friends I haven't met yet who will have sex with me. That's what I tell myself, believe it or not. Despite my fears of being alone, I seem to have a conflict of emotions as I have a lot of self-confidence. Or am I just going crazy? No... I'm f.i.n.e. 
PS: There's another blog coming in eight (8) hours time that is unrelated to this ongoing descent into self-induced (?) madness. It's about Earthquakes and Volcanoes! Be here or don't learn anything new today!

Calm Before The Storm

It's Sunday, June 2, 1991. I'm in Kobe-shi (Kobe city) having just finished a conference for the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme. I've just broken up with my girlfriend Ashley - two days ago, but spent the day with her yesterday. I have no idea why. This isn't how break-ups are supposed to be, is it?
I'm in a hotel by myself while Ashley spends the night at a Japanese friend's apartment.
I was there last evening - had a good time with her friend's dad drinking beer and sake and just enjoying being around an adult with similar tastes to my own (the beer and sake). Still, there's no room for me at the apartment so I stay at a local hotel.
I'm up at 9AM, and am watching television when I get kicked out of my room at 9:50AM by the cleaning woman saying the Japanese equivalent of "Houeskeeping!"
I wait down in the lobby and am picked up by Ashley and Mayuko.
It's pouring rain outside and the weather seems to fit my piss-poor mood.
We drive to the Shin-Kobe-eki (Kobe Shinkansen/bullet train station) and buy our train tickets back home  via a coin vending machine. We're able to set up the tickets, the seats, the date and time and even the type of train car we want in minutes, as the stupid machine is in both English and Japanese. The rest of you are out of luck.
We then eat breakfast, go to a bookstore, take a few photographs and head back over to the train station and say goodbye to Mayuko.
We get on the Shinkansen bullet train and quietly read our books and magazines until we get home to Nishinasuno-eki (Nishinasuno train station). Ashley falls asleep on the train, but unlike in the past, she doesn't feel like sleeping with her head on my shoulder.
Despite us being broken up, that fact bothers me.
Arriving at the station at 7PM (trains are always on time in Japan), I note that our bicycles are still parked at a nearby apartment building - locked of course. For some reason I ask Ashley if she would have dinner with me at CoCo's.
It's still raining - some 500 kilometres away from Kobe. It feels like it's following me, which isn't overly surprising, as I have already developed the nickname of Ame Otoko (Rain Man) because of the wet stuff falling whenever I travel around this country.
We have a quiet, enjoyable time (by that I mean we don't fight). We go our separate ways from the restaurant, and I ride back to my city of Ohtawara, about a 20 minute bike ride to the southeast.
At home, I flip on the television and get out of my wet clothes and into a dry martini.
Actually, I had a Coke... but I have always wanted to say that line since I heard it on a Bugs Bunny cartoon. You can watch it all HERE.
(Of course, this cartoon did do a lot of parodies and stole the line from a couple of movies: SEE?).
I put away my clothes, read some letters and then do a load of laundry. I'm mentally and physically exhausted, so I go to bed early (for me) at midnight.
But, tired as I am, I do not fall asleep.
Something's wrong.

Somewhere awake,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by Fall Out Boy, and was probably inspired by above quiet day.
QUIET.
PS: After the Kobe earthquake in 1995 when some 5,000 people died, I wonder if Mayuko and her family are okay - and even now, I still wonder. But, according to THIS SITE, it seems like their apartment building would have been okay. 

Welcome To The Jungle

Hello Amanda Goodsell!

How are you enjoying your first month here in Japan in the large city of Ashikaga-shi, Tochigi-ken? You're a real pretty woman - I love your long blond wavy hair - okay, okay, I'm backing off. Yeesh.

Okay darlin', you've got the most beautiful mouth I've ever come across (that sounds dirty!), so how about you give me your first impressions of life in Japan as a 5'-8" blond from the U.S. who decided to come here in August 1991 as an Assistant English Teacher on the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme?

Thank-you...




  • Big bugs
  • Small people
  • My kitchen sink is at knee level
  • Perma-smile (boy, this hurts)
  • (What am I doing here) 
  • Why is there a sink in my toilet?
  • I'm sorry I forgot to take my shoes off.
  • How can anyone wear pantyhose in this heat?
  • Praise-be for bilingual television!
  • (But I never would have been excited about Knight Rider before.)
  • Which way does the hanko go?
  • (Are those rice fields?)
  • I'm so happy my predecessor was perfect.
  • Why don't they wear sunglasses?
  • More packets of JET information? Why THANK you!!!
  • What do you mean, "The directions are in Japanese?"
  • I need more omiyage (gifts to give out) Tobu department store to the rescue!
  • I come from the galaxy - not Mars, OKAY!?!
  • WHAT AM I DOING HERE!!???
Somewhere wondering if I should hit on her,
Andrew Joseph
Today's title is rocked out by Guns N Roses: FUN&GAMES
PS: Amanda was quite obviously shell-shocked upon arriving here in Japan. I did not actually try to hit on her. I knew it wouldn't work, as I believe she told me so after first saying hello to me back in Tokyo when I went down to scope out the chicks - I mean welcome the JET newcomers to Japan.
PPS: Amanda recovered quickly enough and soon became a power fixture in our Tochigi-ken, taking over for me as editor of the monthly Tatami Times JET newsletter after I got tired of the politics (and was depressed over the whole girlfriend thing and quit being the Editor). I was getting regular sex from a lot of different women - but I had no girlfriend. I'm sure I'll explain more later.
PPPS: The cover image at the top was from the September 1991 issue of The Tatami Times. I'm unsure now where I got the image from, but I certainly had students who acted like The Three Stooges! This is the cover to the issue Amanda's First Impressions was first printed.

Good Day Sunshine

This story takes place during my third year of living in Japan.

You know how familiarity often breeds contempt? Well, I've been here in Japan for close to three years now. Three years of trying to amuse myself and others about my more or less true tales of woe and fun here in Japan. Through it all, I've managed to learn how to cook Japanese noodles--it's easy. You just get someone to boil you some water and add it to the contents of a styrofoam cup!
I've learned that there are Japanese woman with large breasts who will date me (thank-you very much - not that breast size is overly important to me) and that you don't really need to know the language as long as you can gesture effectively.
I've also learned a few more important things. This past January, the principal at one of my schools informed me that I would no longer be afforded the luxury of a car ride to school. He was actively refusing to allow one of the teachers (and my friend) from doing me a favour. I mean... there was no reason for this sudden snub. How can you tell someone they shouldn't pick up a friend to drive them to work?
Ordinarily, I don't mind riding my bicycle to school, but this particular school was an exact 10 kilometres away from my apartment. Ten kilometres through a heavily trafficked area where nothing actually exists but barren rice fields,a couple of 7-11's, car exhaust in abundance, and a cold whipping wind.
So. Nice and late on the Monday morning, I got on my blue convertible (the bicycle), and headed for school. Naturally, it was raining. Oh, and cold, too. Just slightly above freezing, actually.
It's amazing how that one degree Celsius can make the difference between the hellish nightmare of discomfort and the tranquil beauty of snow. I rode with clenched teeth, figuring on ways I could humiliate and then beat-up the principal. Needless to say, after a slow, cold and wet ride, I was not in a good mood upon my arrival at school.
Usually I get there in time ,for the teacher's meeting at 8AM. Not today. I actually left my place at around that time just so I could ensure I would arrive after the first period started.
As I sat down at my desk, dripping wet in my jeans (also the first time I had not worn a suit to work--all part of my silent protest), one of the o-cha ladies (a lady who serves green tea to the other teachers, but also has a second job a teacher of social sciences where students are taught about sexual equality. Nobody really passes that course), she gave me the first of my 18 cups of green tea (o-cha, again).
She then gestured towards the principal's office, and said, "Dozo (Please)." I take it she wanted me to go in and say 'herro'. I said "Ato de (later)."
Boy oh boy, you should have heard the sucking of air through  the teeth!
A few minutes later, the vice-principal made his appearance. I stood up, bowed and said "Herro." Hmmm, I think I'm developing a speech impediment. He, too, gesticulated towards the principal's office and said "Dozo." I told him the Japanese equivalent of 'No thanks. Maybe later.'
There was so much sucking of air by the rest of the teachers watching the situation, that the vice-principal promptly blacked out from the lack of oxygen.
Teachers rushed around and forced green tea down his throat (quickly brewed by the social science teacher), while the physical education teacher broke open a new carton of cigarettes and placed one between their fallen comrade's lips.
Luckily he survived. Survived to enjoy swollen kidneys and an agonizingly raspy cough.
Ten minutes later, after it was apparent I was going to sit and fume until I was dry, the principal came out of his room and welcomed me to his school. I think I managed a weak smile, but said nothing.
My show of disrespect to a 'superior' was certainly unheard of in Ohtawara. After all, I'd been quite the good little gaijin (foreigner) since arriving in Japan.
However, I decided to throw all of that to the wind in an effort to teach the Japanese some real internationalization. If respect is not offered to me, it certainly isn't going to be shown by me. Respect is not a 'given'. It has to be earned. At least that is what I think.
Still pissed off, I went to my four classes and had a surprisingly good time with the students. However, the onset of a cold was beginning to run down my nose, disgusting many a student. Coughing and sneezing quickly arrived, too.
I got 'permission' from the principal to leave school 30 minutes earlier than usual, and rode home angry in the cold rain.
I decided for no apparent reason to take a road I had never taken before, neither passing anyone or being passed - until I spied a little girl in a red rain slicker and matching boots walking along the side of the road whilst holding an umbrella.
She was barking at a dog. Mimicking it, actually. Anyone who knows me, knows that this is something I like to do as well.
I let go a deep Rottweiler-like bark (I did have four over the years). The dog she was barking at quickly shut up in respect. But my barking did cause the girl to quickly whip around to see if she was going to be killed by some sort of dog on a bicycle. She laughed when she saw it was only me. We had never met before.
I slowed down and said "Konichiwa (Hello)". She held her umbrella out to me seeing as I was completely soaked.
I was completely stunned. I stopped my bike, got off, held the umbrella over the two of us and slowly walked with her while pushing my bike.
Her name was Sachiko Watanabe, and she was seven-years-old. We asked each other the standard questions two people meeting for the first time would ask while we continued to bark like mad dogs in the rain. We laughed at our own silliness.
We finally gave our vocal chords a break from the barking while I tried to hold her umbrella, walk the bike and play rock-scissors-paper with her.
After a few minutes of puddle hopping, we came to a side road that led through yet another cross-section of rice fields. Sachiko pointed towards it and looked up at me. I sadly shook my head and pointed in the direction we had been traveling.
I handed back the umbrella, got on my bicycle and said good-bye.
We waved that frantic wave of new friends saying farewell and headed our separate ways. It was still raining, but it didn't seem so cold anymore.

Somewhere feeling better,
Andrew Joseph   
Today's title is by The Beatles -listen to it HERE via a 1967 Beatles cartoon. Why was I not aware these things existed before today?? This is brilliant!
PS: True story, bark for bark. Just when you think everything sucks, something or someone will always come along (eventually) to show you it doesn't suck. You DO have to be willing to listen, though.