Japan, you are Stupid and Mean.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

This morning on Facebook, I learned that G kind of has a successor at Shiun, his base school. It's a huge school on the western side of Tak. His successor's base school is IN TONOSHO. Probably RL's position. Holy cow. That poor girl will have to bike to the ferry, ferry from Tonosho and then bike to Shiun 80 times next year. I sincerely hope those days are Fridays, so she can just stick around town for the weekend, or that she makes a good friend in the city where she can crash. That is so lame. They should totally keep G's apartment for her to stay at every now and then.

So how much longer do you think the Program will last in home sweet Kag? Sheesh.

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Today I accidentally spoke in Portuguese.

Monday, July 16, 2007

My supervisor is Portuguese. Her mom calls her at work, and I've taken a few of these calls. After a few experiences with awkward language barriers, today it finally occurred to me that Portuguese is pretty similar to Spanish. So when she called for the second time today, I somehow managed to eke out Uno momento...ahora no está aquí with my brain trying really hard not to sneak in some Japanese. And it worked! Later my supervisor said that her mom is convinced that I spoke in Portuguese to her. Har har. Turns out the Portuguese version is pretty close to the Spanish version, but either way, hooray! I remember something from high school!

Other than that, today was definitely a Monday at work, and everyone felt it. I like it when everyone feels the way I do. Less guilt that way. I mean, sure I could've gone to bed early last night, but staying out until 10pm geocaching is way more fun than, oh...say...cleaning and doing laundry and going to bed on time. Wouldn't you agree?

On the bus home today, I sat next to a girl with an armband tattoo. I think I called it cute. Graciously, she said thank you and went back to her own little world. Whoops. You're not supposed to call tattoos cute, are you? But I couldn't help it. She had Alice in Wonderland drawings wrapped around her arms. Both of them, I noticed when she got off the bus. Possibly engravings from an old book, and they were so cool. She was wearing a blue dress with a funky blue pattern, with scuffed black boots. She was very much a modern Seattle Alice.

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Sourdough Bread (and the typical tangents.)

Saturday, July 14, 2007

I bought sourdough bread (should've been something sweeter like french, but oh well) and avacados. Guess what I'll be eating for the next few days? Yum Yum Yum. (Man, that was Tuesday I had avacado on bread? Damn, this week went by fast.)

Eating sourdough bread makes me think of this one friend of mine who only ate sourdough bread. Only. Didn't matter what kind, if it was bagged and sliced, or crusty in a paper bag, but it was always sourdough. I'd always sneak a slice when we hung out, because I knew it'd be gone in a day or two. (Who goes through a loaf of bread in two days??) Funny that I thought of that.

Today was a "buy stuff" day. Not exactly retail therapy--although I came home with some neat stuff--just picking up stuff here and there. Curtains for the closet (not sure if I like them), a fan (a nice fan!), food...all that plus G's box which arrived yesterday, and my apartment is trashed. Don't worry, I took pictures, and I'll post them later.

(Dude, he sent me my hair dryer. Uhm, I guess it'll be nice to have if my brand new one ever breaks. And to be fair, I might've asked him to send it to me ages and ages ago. He also sent me candy, D's spice shaker she bought for my birthday, oh, two years ago?, and a kimono. A kimono! I don't know how to dress myself in a kimono! And I don't have the right obi! Or tabi! Sigh. It's pretty though.)

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Things I ate today.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Today I had avocado on crusty bread drizzled with olive oil and sprinkled with salt. I've never thought of that before (because I'm not exactly a food experimenter, no surprise there), but it was really really good. I'm totally having that for dinner someday soon. This guy in the office brought it in because he had some avocados that needed to be eaten. Hooray!

And another office food story: In the office is a bowl of candy. I had some twizzlers, and I would like to report that I hate them even more now than before I went to Japan. Ugh. Give me raw fish organs any day over twizzlers. I guess I just wanted to know if they tasted the same...but they don't. They taste worse.

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No concept of time.

It's July? Almost mid-July? I had no idea. I mean, I could tell you the date if I had to--I date stuff at work--but it doesn't really sink in. The weather is foreign again, and all the indications of summer just aren't here. No humidity...

(here I walked away, found a couple of those summer bells that disappointingly don't have very nice chimes, and hung them in my bathroom, because there are unused hooks in the bathroom)

no summer icons (goldfish, tea commercials with clinky ice, suika bars...), zaru udon (although I tried today, I didn't try hard enough, and just had lukewarm udon), ice cold green tea (I should really just make my own...), no hellish classes to teach...wait what? Grr.

I keep fighting it, wishing I was meant for grander things, but I really think I need to be a teacher. I crave the school year patterns, the crapload of interaction, hell, the lesson plans too. Or maybe I just crave the familiarity of it, and I miss the intense buzz of students. Uhhuh.

I'm done with this entry. I keep getting up to do other things. Like right now, I'm trying to brew enough genmaicha (brown rice tea) for a thermos with only a small tea strainer.

G might be home in 12 days! That's insane!

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I did it!

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

When I told my friend that I was going to try and go to Gasworks Park to watch the fireworks, his comment was, "It's a clusterfuck."

One of the Seattle blogs describes it as "Fuck Wallingford Day," because 60,000 people (and I assume that's a guess) swarm Wallingford neighborhood. For the record though, that blogger was more than a bit miffed because some Wallingford residents didn't want summer concerts at Gasworks Park, blah blah, snipe snipe, NIMBY righteousness, etc.

Well, I did it, and it wasn't so bad. I sat on top of Kite Hill, which was nice and steep, so no one blocked my view. Some people weren't so fortunate and sat right behind the paved path, which became crowded with standing people. This obnoxious older woman tried to shame them into sitting down, but all she managed to do was annoy me.

There was an inflatable Statue of Liberty head. I thought it was silly.

Oh! And no good pictures, because I don't know where my camera is! Rarg! I was super prepared: bottle of water, couple extra layers, book, snacks...and I didn't take my camera! I think (hope) it's at work, and that it didn't get pinched from my bag. That would suck a lot. I'll find out tomorrow.

The show opened with a giant military helicopter flying an American flag around the lake. That was awesome. I'm not so into the military or flag flying, but it was unique.

There were some really awesome fireworks: the typical neat ones--the smiley faces, hearts, Saturns--but they also had some that I had never seen. Cubes! Well, round cubes. And these awesome ones that looked like a single strand of icicle lights that got launched into the air and slowly floated down. And these jellyfish rocket things, that slowly floated up. Those two were my favorites.

And the music was interesting too. They opened with "America" ("O beautiful..."), and I assume it was Ray Charles' version, but I don't know for sure. Then it was all non-patriotic music. U2's "Beautiful Day," "Also Sprach Zarathustra," "Tequila," that one Austin Powers instrumental (I don't feel like googling for it), Frank Sinatra's "Fly Me to the Moon," (excellent excuse to use the Saturn and star fireworks) "Bohemian Rhapsody," for goodness sake! (They used the smiley faces for all the background voices. It was fun.) They closed with "When You Wish Upon a Star" (Disney? kind of strange), and "Stars and Stripes Forever." Or at least I'm pretty sure that's what it's called.

Notice a trend with the music? Two patriotic songs. Two! Not sure if that's the style these days, or if it's just this particular show, or if it's Seattle being liberal. I enjoyed being able to sing along.

The crowds were super crazy, but I knew exactly where I wanted to go, and I showed up around 7:45pm to get a seat for the 10pm show. I would probably try to get there at 7 or maybe earlier if I was going in a group. It was pretty easy doing it alone though. I didn't time my walk there, but it only took 42 minutes to walk (almost 2 miles) home. Further than I thought, but sure beats the parking and traffic mess.

I'm glad I went, and I would definitely go again next year. Come visit if you feel like braving the crowds and doing a two-mile walk home. Hehe. I'll probably still be here.

Yay, I'm happy now. And this Saturday I'm going to a wedding in California! Everything is great. Oh wait, except for the camera thing. Grarg-ate. Yes, that's it. Goodnight!

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10:23am

Happy 4th of July. I'm bored and I'm not ready yet to face the crowds to get a little sunshine. Holidays suck more when you're on your own and you have to go to work the next day. When I wasn't working, every day was a holiday, so I didn't really mind that I wasn't doing anything for Memorial Day weekend. Now I'm just bleh. bleh bleh bleh.

I'm not very patriotic, so that's all you're gonna get.

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Dare I?

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Look at this insanity:


That's where I want to go watch fireworks tomorrow night, by myself. Shit. I knew it was going to be bad, but seeing a picture makes it worse. And I'm doing it alone--no one to watch my space, no one to keep me company. (Hey, my only other choice was to go to G's uncle's cabin in the woods? countryside? err, remoteness with G's parents, but not his brother. No thanks.) While I'm tempted to tough it out, it means no bathroom breaks from the time I find a place to sit (or trusting strangers...hmm) until around 11pm, when I walk home. I dunno man.

And I'm not sitting at home on the 4th. I had a really shitty 4th when I was 18, and since then, I've disliked the holiday because of the associations. Well, there was one quaint year in Wyoming, but overall, lame. I have memories of sitting in my college apartment, attempting to write a paper while the neighbors partied it up. So I'm not going to sit at home, even if it means jogging block to block trying to find a good view.

Wish me luck.

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