Sex and Violence in Japan?

Recently I have been thinking about the relation between sexual repression, expressions of violent sexual acts within subculture comics, and the manifestation of extreme violent sex crimes in Japan. Does society cause people to produce such perverse creations, or is it the incredible comics themselves that affect the increasing trend of violent sex crimes? I think there is a a lot not yot understood about this topic, possibly due to its taboo perception. After talking to a couple classmates from Japanese class today, one of them sent me this. Of course it is satire, but isn't every joke based on reality?

Kyoto Day 2

March 2008

After the aquarium excursion we headed back to Kyoto. We reserve a hotel and relax for a moment as I plan out the adventure for the upcoming night. We followed the sakura guide book I picked up and headed to various locations famous for their lit up flowers. We came to a bridge crossing the kamogawa river where the banks are lined many trees. I managed to get a few good shots. To do so I set up my portable tripod on the bridge railing. When I let go to drink from the can I was holding the camera tumbled from the railing, fortunately onto the bridge and not in the river. A plastic ring surrounding the lens broke off yet overall the camera seemed alright.

We went to the next spot shirakawa river in the Gion district, the most famous geisha district in Japan, and when I turned on the camera again the lens just fell out. I managed to piece it together with tape, but it often refuses to take pictures due to some percieved lens error. Theres nothing wrong with the camera, I swear! We managed to get along enough for me to get most of the pictures I wanted, nevertheless this was upsetting.

Alongside shirakawa was a row of several small restaurants. Each one had bridge to cross as an entryway. The canopy of flowers from the short trees along the river was fantastic. This was a very crowded location. From here we walked without knowing where we were headed, and we came across an area like such a place we searched for the first night in Kyoto. This was an entertainment district with lots of shops that were still open at night. At the end of the the street we noticed a large gateway beckoning us to see what was inside. It turned out to be a huge park with, surprise! more flowers. There were lots of people having parties in the park, but it was a Sunday night. There were plenty of the ubiquitous  food and drink stalls, as well as carnival type games. There was even a stall selling Nintendo games. We passed a small dance party, but it was puny compared to the one I saw in Yoyogi Park during the day.

I must point out that the most amazing sakura tree I have ever seen resides in this park, It is massive and simply breathtaking. 

Eventually we sat down and had a bit to eat and drink. I was talking to an older couple who were sitting next to us. Our conversation wasn't too significant. They left before we did and Dave was considering returning to the hotel at this point. Just then, where the old couple was previously sitting two girls came and sat down. They were dressed in the Japanese 'gyaru' fashion: expensive designer clothes, bleached hair, and tanned skin. What would eventually unfold demonstrates that these girls were quite skilled in getting what they want. They whispered to each other and giggled. Clearly they sat down right in front of us in order to get our attention. It worked. After a few minutes of talking to them I found myself buying them each a drink and split some grilled chicken skewers with them. They were rather attractive and exactly the type of girl I had been avoiding in Japan up until this point. Although part of me felt as though I was being deceived somehow, I couldn't bring myself to see through the trickery. I got one of their numbers and decided to call her the next day.

Osaka

Early March, 2008

Surprisingly, it only takes 25 by train to get to Osaka from Kyoto. Once there we headed to Osaka castle. There were food stalls set up in the surrounding areas as well as many street performers. Lots of people gather among the many sakura blooming. Dave bought some okonomiyaki and I bought a biscuit filled with red bean paste. A little girl, about 10, was working with her mother. The girl sold me the food. She was so cute. We sat down to eat and a small boy passing by with his family pointed at us and shouted “gaikokujin yo!” Dave and I just laughed.

Among the performers we saw were puppet dancers, a monkey trainer, and two old guys who played traditional Japanese songs on the guitar. he had on a list and we asked him to play a few.They were surprised by our ability to read and speak Japanese and I feel as if our presence actually drew a larger crowd.

The castle museum itself was ok. The view from the top was hands down the best part. After exiting the castle we saw a clown would shut down until someone gave him money. There was the 10 yen version, 50 yen version, and the 100 yen version. One guy paid 500 yen for quite a silly performance. He was a clown after all.

After this we went to find a hotel. Dave’s guide book listed two information centers, one being located right next to the center of Osaka’s nightlife. We decided to go there and took the train to Namba station.

We walked around so much inside of Nanba eki, and when we finally found the spot where the information center was supposed to be, it turned out it no longer existed in that spot. We asked about it at another information desk and the girl who gave us directions did not even know what she was talking about. We asked again at another location and we finally learned of the proper place. In the middle of this search we were approached by a Jehovah’s Witness, Japanese mind you, and we also came across a spot in the station where people liked to dance.

When we asked about the hotel information, the closest available cheap hotel only had a triple left, and it was $140. We said that was too expensive so we got a discount of $40. It turns out that was the last available room at the hotel. After relaxing in the room for a bit we decided to hit the town.

On the way to find a place for dinner we stumbled upon a woman selling drawings on the street. They were very interesting, and only $1 for a small postcard. Dave and I both bought one. We ate dinner at an unagi restaurant, the service was great, as well as the food. We had glasses of passion fruit liquor, fantastic. The restaurant also offered a good view of the streets below.

After the restaurant we went to find a place for a drink. We saw the performance of two girls playing guitar and singing. I almost bought a cd. As we walked down the popular night area, we came across the Elvis bar called usagi. Dave decided we had to go in, so we did. The owner was a man who seemed to be in his 50s or 60s. We had some whiskey, sandwiches, watermelon, chips, and salami. We listened to Elvis and Duke Ellington vinyl, and saw a video performance of Candies, a famous Japanese girl band from back in the day. When it came time to pay the check we only spent $10. Dave tried to give the bartender more money but he said it was ok. If you go somewhere else they are going to steal your money so think of this as a safety zone. What a great deal.

We headed out to find another bar, and what happened there was rather shocking. We entered the bar Queue, and played various games including darts, all for free. The most interesting was a 3D tic tac toe of 3x3x3. Me and Dave played the bartender and lost. Next we challenged the guy next to us. We lost again. Bet $1, lose again. Bet $10, lose again. But he never took our money. After beating us three times, Yu said he wanted to take us out to eat. We went to eat shabu-shabu, and met his friends there. He bought us meat, rice, and sake. Afterwards he said we were going to get sushi. I was really full and said I couldn’t eat anymore. This offended him because he really wanted to take us so I changed my mind and said I would go.

At the sushi restaurant Dave and I got four pieces of onigiri each: tuna, salmon, squid, and eel. He also bought more sake and drank with us. Once again he paid for it all. He was a great guy, funny, and so generous. He said he was a regular customer there, and it was actually probably the best sushi I’ve had in Japan so far. He left before Dave and I did, I think he had to work the next day. We got back to the hotel around 2 am and somehow managed to checkout for the first time on time. That is, before 10 am. I don’t know how we did it.

We were planning to go back to Kyoto after this, but that morning I wanted to go to the aquarium. It wasn’t as hard to get to as I thought it would be because the train system in Osaka was better organized than in Kyoto. There is a huge ferris wheel in Osaka. to the Osaka aquarium and it was amazing. It wasn’t the biggest aquarium I’ve been to, but definitely the best.

They had the seals, dolphins, sea lions, otters, freshwater crabs, a two toed sloth, an egret and a heron. Supposedly there were monkeys also, but we didn’t see them. Once you pass this entryway is when it becomes great. The whole place is set up based on location in the ocean, specifically the ring of life, only areas bordering the ring of fire. They had the barrier reef, Monterey bay, Pacific Ocean, and more. The main reason I decided to go was for the pacific. They had a whale shark, but it wasn’t as big as I expected. I think it was still young. They also had a manta ray, and the giant pacific octopus. It was the best view of this mollusk I’ve ever seen. But in the end the best was the Japanese deep ocean and the jellyfish. These areas were the hardest to take picture but I still managed to get some decent shots.

Kiyomizudera

Early March, 2008

The trip to Kansai remains one of my best experiences in Japan. The 8 hour bus ride from Shinjuku to Kyoto was a bit taxing considering I had only slept for two hours the night before we left. I did sleep a bit on the bus, but not very well. The scenery was great, with some spectacular views of the Japanese Alps. I realized I don’t like taking pictures from moving vehicles much so I only took one during the ride. Despite the length the bus ride was quite pleasant, yet altogether insignificant compared to what was waiting for us.

Upon arrival in Kyoto Dave and I stopped at the tourism information center in order to find a place to stay. This is always something very easy to do in Japan and allows mystery travel to be quite manageable if you don’t overextend your energy. I doubt that you will find English speakers at all these travel centers, so this is a time when Japanese is useful. Simply tell them how many people you have, the area you would like to stay, and how much you want to pay. They will make phonecalls to the necessary places to determine if a room is a available. I have always managed to find a place to stay in this manner.

The first night we stayed at a ryokan with a shared bath and toilet. The woman who explained the detailed information regarding the lodging asked if information given in English was ok. Dave told her Japanese is ok too. She thanked us breathed an obvious sigh of relief upon realizing that she wouldn’t have to struggle through an English explanation. She was quite cute.

After settling in we went to go eat and ended up at a Chinese restaurant. The food was unremarkable, but the best part was the drunken Japanese guy sitting at the table behind us whose face had turned an unbelievable shade of red. Here is a undeniable proof to the existence of the stereotypical drunken Japanese businessman. The color of his face was truly unlike anything I have ever seen. Imagine a plump tomato and think of what a tomato would sound like if it could talk. Then take that tomato and give it beer. Lots of beer. The end result is something so inebriated I doubt even his friends could understand much of what he spoke of. Hopefully they made sure he got home alright.

From here we went back to the ryokan because I wanted to take a bath. Then we ventured out to find the night life of Kyoto; however, ultimately we failed to do so. What we did find was uphill climb past many traditional crafts, food, and souvenir shops. This street was packed with tourists, mostly Japanese, but we continued on in search of something greater. At the top of the hill we discovered what seemed to be an old temple with a large great welcoming us. In the background were blazing spotlights of glory. Little did I know that Kyoto really likes to light things up at night. This over-the-top display of Japanese culture turns out to be Kiyomizudera, one of the more famous temples in Kyoto.

The lights were spread all throughout temple grounds providing for some amazing night viewing of sakura. We also saw a superb panoramic view of the city; In the words of a passing gaijin, this place will definately go into my list of top ten sights, if such an obnoxious claim can be objectively, or even subjectively made. Either way around lists can be so so obsequious (yes I do mean to use this word).

We came upon something that was exclaimed to be lacking of people presently, so it was a good time to enter. We paid a few dollars without having any idea what this attraction was, but when I noticed we would enter an underground passageway I knew it had to be good. It turned out to be a twisting tunnel that was so dark you could not see your own hand in front of your face. There was a handrail to hold which was the only thing preventing you from walking right into a wall. After several twists and turns a faint light began to radiate from ahead and when you rounded the next corner a rock about 3.5 feet tall and maybe 2 feet across sat powerfully beneath a single dim lamp. The energy emanating from this slab of earth was awesome. On top a single Sanskrit character issued forth meaning. What could this be? This here possibly stands as number one on my list of cheap things you pay for before you even know what you get. Life is full of these gambles. Take the risk.

From here we continued to tour the temple grounds and on the way out I saw the most illusory thing. There was a small pond with sakura trees dangling lazily down on the water. The water seemed completely still with some flower petals drifting aimlessly on the surface. Above and beyond stood the buildings of the temple. People were everywhere. The scene was unlike anything I knew that actually existed. It becomes apparent how little I know. The world awaits my discovery. I will take part in its extravagence. This moment of time is surreal. It inhabits a place in my memories alongside my bizarrest of dreams. I often wonder about the difference between dreams and reality. Is there any? This was definately the climax of Kiyomizudera. From here it was all downhill.

We bought some beer on the way back to the hotel. I was disappointed to find out that the liquor store had already closed. We settled for the convience beer. Back at the hotel we played some bomberman on the Nintendo DS. Dave took his sleeping medication, and despite his increasing delirium and general incomprehensibality I lost every game. How does he do it?

The next morning we walked around town and tried to find a place for the night on our own. We checked a few places but they were all booked. The final ryokan we inquired at we met .a nice old lady. The way she spoke was so interesting with her kyoto dialect. The Japanese she spoke was furthest from hyojungo(standard japanese) than probably anyone else i met in Japan. She told us that just about all the hotels are full because it is a Saturday in the middle of sakura season. She gave us her card and told us to come back again, but more importantly, suggested that we go to Osaka instead and stay there for the night. So that’s what we did.

Back in Santa Cruz

Well its been a long time since I've posted to this thing so I figured I'd give it another shot. I have been living in Santa Cruz since September of last year and well into the winter quarter of school. This time around I have three intriguing classes that interestingly all manage to relate to each other. One of the greatest joys in my public education is the realization that so much of what I learn is interconnected with everything else. Unfortunately I only figured this out recently in my short yet wonderful life so far.

The classes I am now taking are Japanese sociolinguistics, world societies, and ways of waying. Out of the three ways of knowing has turned out to be the most interesting. It is unlike any class I have ever taken before because it does not specifically fall into one discipline of study. This presents problems when people ask me what department its in. They've already been conditioned to explicitly seperate their education into to different categories. From a young age people learn to seperate everything into different types and compartmentalize their lives.

Ways of knowing is a class about understanding the world we live in. Although we all have varied and complex brains capable of amazing feats, Western society greatly favors the left brain over the right. The right brain is our analyzer. It deals with mathematics, details, storytelling, rational thought, logic, reasoning, and verbal language. The right side is much more abstract, focusing on the big picture, art, irrational thought, emotions, and body language. This obvious when you look at different types of jobs and the amount of pay received. A scientist will almost always make much more money than the humble artist. Additionally, the emphasis placed on sight is incredible. The other senses are shunned in favor of vision which we have grown to be so dependant on. Those who lose their sight often realize how much stuff going on they missed because they were always so engrossed in their sight.

This is not to say that we should neglect the left brain in favor of the right for both sides are equally important. The left brain allows us to understand ourselves as indivuals, without it we forget were we end and everything else begins. During a class discussion it was decided that people cannot delve to deeply into the right brain because they lose their ability to function as a member of society. One student suggested if everyone was tuned into the right brain entirely and we all functioned on a higher level, living in the spiritual and energetic realm we could function as a society, but in a different way. I disagree, because to exist solely as a spiritual being of swirling energy inevitably leads to disposal of a physical body. At this point there is no reason to continue living within your body, because all your physical senses and physical knowledge cease to be of any use. Therefore we would all die as a result of this physical liberation.

On the other hand, many people are so far removed from their right brain due to the propaganda of society unconditionally swallowed throughout life. Over time we have become so disconnected from this other part of ourselves that profound right brain experiences become greatly sought after, yet upon reaching these point a deep-rooted fear emerges as people begin to forget who they are.

Thanks to youtube I have viewed two interesting videos this month. I will present these to you.

Japan Reflections

A lot has happened in the past week. Last wednesday I went to Kichijoji with Dave because he heard good things about the place. As we were walking to the appropriate line in Shinjuku station a Japanese man comes out of nowhere and asks us where we are going, in English. We tell him and he starts walking the right way. I can't really say we followed him because we knew the way to get there. At the ticket booth he shows us the right stop, point out the fare and asks for my money. I pull out of 500 yen coin and he puts it in the machine and buys two tickets. Then he says this 220 is mine now right? At this point I immediately start talking Japanese and tell him that is hot how it works here. We knew and to get here on our own, and did not need your help. Then he says ok just 100yen. I still refused but then he asked simply for 20yen. Upon such a pitiful request I acquiesced, because he probably needed it more than I did. The weirdest part about the whole thing was his hand covered in bandaids.

After getting out of the kichijoji station we started walking down a street and the first that I noticed were the buses driving towards us. The street was barely wide enough for them to pass and there were about 5 or 6 all in a row. A bit odd, and bothersome at the same time. The first thing of significance was a bookstore that Dave spotted. It was small and intriguing so we decided to go in. Inside were many books and manga of very unusual contents. These seem to mirror part of the bizarre Japanese way of thinking that I have only been aware for too long now. He showed us a guidebook of underground culture around the world, which included a page about his store. But he suggested if we want to go the best store we must travel to Nakano, which is he more famous than his store he said. Me and Dave decided to check that out at some point.

We continued from the book store and found a custom shirt store whose slogan is: "A good many stimulating clothes exist in this store." My purchase was a green shirt with a cartoon crocodile on it. It reads, " Noisy Calmness. The crocodile walks lovely freely and easily." An outstanding example of the stupendous English of Japan, this is.

From there Dave was getting a bit hungry so upon seeing the restaurant named pancake days he decided he had to go in. Sure they had pancakes but nothing really stood out on the menu. He said you can sit and watch me eat but I'm going in anyways. So we enter, and after a closer examination of the menu I see a BLT. Keep in mind that everything here is pancakes, so thats what you got instead of bread. Not only were the pancakes perfect but what we received was not quite bacon, but delicious thick cuts of meat. This sandwich beats any BLT in existence. to top it all of was the smiley face seared into the upper pancake. Like many restaurants in Japan they serve you pathetically small water glasses. Dave is a drinker, so it was particularly insufficient for his satisfaction. I told him to express his thoughts to the cashier, who happened to be pretty cute, but he thought it was rude, so I decided to. I told her, in Japanese, "The size of this water glass is unsatisfactory." She laughed and said so its would be better if it were larger? (Followed by apology: sumimasen (obligatory, especially when you havent actually done anything wrong)). We paid and left, I would like to enjoy their pancakes again.

From there we continued walking outside and came upon inokashira koen, a very large park. I wanted to take a picture there, but alas, I forgot my tripod so in such a dark environment it was completely impossible. We spotted two people off in the distance practicing martial arts and stopped to watch. I accidentally stepped on a stick and if we were hiding in fear of our lives we would have died, because that sound was impossibly loud. They werent a very exciting event to watch so I told Dave he should attack them and then things would get interesting. Fortunately for him hes not that stupid. After a bit more of a stroll we decided to head back.

Walking between the parks edge and the road we spied two cats in the grass. We went to approach them but they would run away. We are not the type to give up so easily so we followed, as they ran through a path stomped into the ground. Out of the darkness two more cats appeared along the path and joined the fleeing procession. Eventually they led us to an opening with a pedestrian bridge. We noticed two guys with guitars sitting on it so we walked up to them. After standing there for a bit one of them said some people have stopped. I asked them to sing a song so they let loose some type of love ballad type thing. They were decently skilled and one was a pretty good singer. I told them how we never would have found them if we did not follow some stray cats. I got a flyer from them, perhaps I will go to their show.

On the way back to the station we found some odds and ends that were left out for the taking. I grabbed a suntory whiskey glass. Next we went to a used clothing and antiques store that sold their clothes for fairly absurd prices, considering they were used. Nothing much worth noting happened after this store.On Friday I went to Ikebukuro with Dave, Joe, Chris (from Florida) three American girls: Casey, Ali, and Lena, and three of Dave's Korean classmates. Our goal was nekobukuro, the top floor of a department store were you can go into a room of cats and play with them as long as you want for $6. Some didnt mind being held, but most did. At first they seemed disinterested in plays with the provided toys, but that turned out to be wrong as many of them enjoyed it. More than that the best part was watching them chase each other around the room, because as we all know thats what cats do best.

From there the Americans split off except for Dave and Ali. I went to eat with him and his classmates. It was a standard experience at an izakaya, as we tried to figure out what the hell to order on a menu that is so difficult to understand. We went home afterwards but I decided to go to the bar in Fuchu. There Daisuke, one of the bartenders made a comment about how much my hair has grown since I cut it. I told him it grows fast, and he said well you know what that means right? I said no, and apparently in Japan if your hair grows fast you're a pervert. (Note: this only applies to men. The reason was not disclosed but I believe its because women cannot be perverts, especially if youre Japanese, because if they all act so childish they must have very pure minds (sarcasm off)).

On Saturday I woke up and saw the amazing weather outside and decided I had to go somewhere. I called Dave but he didnt answer his phone. I chose Yanaka, because it has more temples than anywhere else in Tokyo. To be exact this one area has about 70.I get out of the train station and make my first stop out arguably the most famous temple in the area, which has the largest buddha statue. From there I walked thru the large cemetery, and as I approached the end a Japanese man asked me what I was doing. He hands me an English map of the area, and I told he I wanted to the temples. He tells me to wait and runs inside the nearby building. He comes back out with another map, and circles the most noteworthy temples. Guess what....? This service was FREE. But not everyone is honest, right?

I made my rounds to several of the temples, which was a great activity to do on my own. Eventually I got pretty hungry and went to find something to eat. At first I found a tofu store where I bought two tofu ball things that were quite tasty. But since it was just before 5pm it was difficult to find an actual restaurant. I started to get lost, with only the knowledge of how to get back to the station I came from. Yet that was far away so I was determined to find some other way of satisfying my hunger. Eventually I came upon a cafe, where I bought some pasta with a puttanesca sauce I believe. It came with a small salad, and I also ordered a kiwi drink, which consisted of a single kiwi mixed in a blender with ice and fruit syrup. This drink was 600yen.

Afterwards I started browsing the collection of art books, and eventually I noticed the gathering of several people who looked like musicians. I was tired and decided to go back, but as I stepped outside I realized there is probably a show tonight, so Id better ask just to be safe. As it turns out there was one starting around 7:30-8:00. It was 6 so I decided to wait as I wrote some sort of Japanese journal entry. Finally they started to practice, and it was wonderful. They played a type of jazz, like french gypsy cafe music I would say. It sounded similar to my parents French CDs I think.

They had an upright bass, two guitarists, a violinist, and clarinetist. One of them gets a phone call from one of the other members who said they would be late so I'll just have to perform sans practice. As it turns out this was the singer. Once the actually performance had started the cafe was packed to maximum capacity, or maybe technically beyond that. Every member of the band was a great musician, but the violinist was unbelievably amazing. This was one of the best musical acts I have probably seen in my entire life. Eventually the singer showed up with 4 other girls, two Japanese, as well as one who looked like she must be the singer's sister. The singer was the only white band member compared to the rest who were Japanese. She still spoke Japanese very well though. Three of these woman sat in the open seats in the front row which happened to be the only seats left. This bothered me because not only did they obstruct my previously perfect view, but somehow they seemed very pretentious. The fact that the Japanese girls spoke perfect English was made even worse by the fact that they mostly spoke to each other in English. I can't really say how this bothered me, but in someway it greatly did. In addition the white girl who sat in the front with them must have been at least 40, judging by her unusually wrinkled face, and she had braces. This may sound like unwarranted prejudicial ranting, but something about these three girls really put me off in a way that the two sisters did not. To top it all off, when being told something by the bartender, who I believe was not a native speaker judging by her african appearance and slight accent, this Japanese girl responded with yes, shorty followed by, "uoh, hai". This was troublesome for two reasons. For one she instinctively responded in English even though spoken to in Japanese, and second she assumed that the bartender wouldn't understand yes, even though I believe most people around the world understand this word.

Enough of the rant though, because this show was far better than any suspicious girls could taint it for me. By far the worst part of the night was when my camera batteries died 5 seconds after I started recording one of the songs. Unfortunately I did not have any spares. During the show I was contacted by my Brazilian friend Chris so I decided to meet him at the bar after the show was over. I would have stayed longer to talk to the band after the end but I wanted to meet up with my friend.As far as the singer, she was very pretty, and a good singer on top of that; however, her first song was not too good. It was painfully obvious hearing her miss the high note in the song twice in a row, only getting it right the third time around. But from the first song she seemed to get better and better. The songs were either in French or English, leading me to believe that she may have been French. I forgot the name of the first song she sang but it was by Frank Sinatra. They ended with the same song, which she sang perfectly that second time.

Afterwards I told the band in Japanese that they were amazing and the show was a lot of fun. I asked when they were performing again and they said at this same cafe. But when is it I reiterated? They said they did not know, so I will have to check back again. Then I went to talk to the singer who was across the room. I also told her she was wonderful, and she nailed that song the second time around. She told me she was nervous, which was obvious enough since she messed up the words on another song. But anyways she told me it means a lot to hear that I enjoyed the show.

So then I headed back to Fuchu.I talked to Chris and his friend Maru-chan, who speaks English very well but hardly makes any sense when she gets drunk. She told me about 5 times how much she respects Chris because he loves his wife. I suppose this makes sense when I remember that I'm in Japan. After all, Japanese men are supposed to not love their wife and be quite distant. In fact, the wife is only supposed to raise the kids and make dinner and clean. The husband also generally doesn't raise the kids at all, and when he does its by example, because although Japanese people generally have a communication problem, the father has an especially difficult time talking to his kids. Is it becoming a common theme among my emails that this city has major problems? I can't help it, I have a hard time lying, but I'm trying to work on that, as you'll hear more about later on.

The significant comment by Chris was when he told he has a chipped pelvis. Apparently this happened when he was really drunk one night, and woke up in the morning to discover a body full of pain all over, as well and considerable bruising. When he went downstairs he found his bike all smashed up. His best guess was that he was hit by a car. Of course he has no idea what actually happened. But onto the good news he told me we're going to have a BBQ by the river next month. I am really looking forward to that, especially as the weather seems to get nice every day.

As Chris and Maru-chan headed home, a foreigner of a large build, at least 200lbs and fairly tall came into the bar. He stopped Chris as he walked out, apparently they knew each other.Anyways I began to talk to him after he sat down near me at the bar. His name is Greg and hes originally from Calgary. He has his own business teaching (English?) and hes been here for about 15 years I think. He had a lot of great information to share with me. I'll give you one chance to guess the gist of it.

Giving up already??

Japan is full of crazily ignorant people. Note the same applies to Koreans as well, but I believe to a lesser extent. I could be wrong about this since I really only know Koreans who study Japanese and generally students of a foreign language are much more informed than their peers, thanks to the broader sense of the world.He had so many stories I dont have the time or desire to tell them all, but a few in particular stand out. One of his Korean students said the window was invented by a Korean. One Japanese student said the northern lights were discovered by a Japanese person. Another Korean responded to a question about where Koreans came from. We've always been Korean. No but you had to come from somewhere a long time ago. Oh... it was Mongolia. So you went thru China then? NO. We came from Mongolia, but we did NOT go thru China. (Note: It is completely unacceptable to think Koreans may be related to Chinese, because they're so much better than them. But too bad for Koreans Japan is actually the master race. This only makes sense because Japanese came from Korea. Does it make sense yet? If so, please send me all the answers because I'm still lost myself.)

Greg also went on a trip to Morocco, Spain with some Japanese. His Morrocan friend was their guide, and during the trip he pointed out a Jasmine plant. One Japanese girl says no thats not jasmine, jasmine is a plant in Japan. He says no, this is jasmine right here. Nope, you're wrong, I know what jasmine is. Look here, I'm Morrocan, we're in Morroco, and this is jasmine.The final story of Greg I will discuss here is perhaps the most pertinent. He has five friends married to Japanese women, and they are all very sorry about this. They all tell him do not get married to a Japanese women, because thats exactly what they want you to do. Then they have succeeded in marrying a foreigner, thus they have won the game of life. At this point sex ceases to exist, regardless of how things were before. Now sure 5 people is not a good sample as far as polling goes, but this can't be a mere coincidence.

Now I'm not saying that all international marriages to a Japanese woman are like this, nor am I saying that I wouldn't get married to a Japanese woman, or get married to one for that matter. What I will say is that I will never get married to a woman from Tokyo until someone comes along who proves me wrong that they are not all shallow ignorant slaves to society, the material world, and ignorance. Greg tells me that in Japan the people aren't stupid. They are simply educated to the perfect level. If they knew more they could be dangerous to a society that works so well (evil mocking laugh). The worst part is I'm more sure about this than every thing else I doubt about this country.One can only analyze what is presented. The only women I have met that do not fall into my stereotype are those who have traveled outside of Japan (the more the better), lesbians, or those over 30. That being said fitting these criteria does not mean that they that are intelligent, for I have met exceptions to all except for one. The one lesbian who I got to know, who was awesome as a person, but unfortunately was not very interested in men, or perhaps even me as a friend since she stopped responding to my mail quite some time ago.)

So when it comes down to it the only women I can say I truly like here are my teachers, Tomoko-san, and certain classmates. Funny how they all seem to be related to my school, or not Japanese. Sorry in advance, but the rant doesn't stop here. In fact, it gets better. Sunday night I was invited to meet a japanese girl and 4 of her friends. Two of them got sick though so in the end it was only three girls. I was accompanied by Joe and Dave. We met them in funabashi, chiba-ken, since they do not live in Tokyo. The girl who I had met from japan-guide.com came to meet us at the train station. She was very goofy, her way of speaking English was very odd, perhaps due to the things she chose to say and how she said that. Grammatically she was usually correct, but did not speak in a very natural way.Upon arrival at the izakaya, we met her two friends, one Japanese, and one French. The French girl was a French teacher in Japan. The girl I met online, Miki, worked at an airport, at the ticket purchase/check in counter I think. The other Japanese girl, Chika, works at a dental clinic. She was also very cute. One thing on my mind was the difference in Japanese body temperature, which Greg heard from one of his students. The Japanese girls said they did not believe it was any different, but Angelique followed by saying in fact, the Japanese have longer intestines because they have eaten rice for so long..... um what?! She also said that when she first came to Japan she thought it was weird, but now she doesn't anymore. I was curious so I asked why and she said she wasnt quite sure but probably it was because she was young at the time and didn't understand a lot of things. Now that shes old (late twenties maybe) she was discovered all the hidden secrets. Actually Japan is completely normal, theres nothing wrong with it she says. This is very disturbing, because as a foreigner you're supposed to realize more and more how screwed up this place the longer you stay here. In conclusion she has become one of them. Looks like we lost another one.

But enough about Angelique, she left early on and because she is not Japanese yet seems to think like one she is not worth my time. Miki and Chika asked me the standard bullshit questions, this is a triad actually.

Almost every single Japanese person has asked me when I have a conversation, but fortunately I can think of exceptions for every one. They are: What do you think of Japan? How old are you? What do you think of Japanese women? I will address all of these separately.First: What do I think of Japan? Its fun, its awesome, and its incredibly ****ed up. (in Japanese substitute hen or okashii (strange/weird, or strange/funny). The problem is when I actually answer in this way, which I always have, except from now on. Regardless of guys I will simply refer to women at this point because there are no problems with discussing such things with men. With that aside, they always want to know why its weird, because they already know its a fun place. This puts me in a tough situation, because as you already know the reasons for it being strange aren't the most appropriate things to talk about with girls I have just met. Yet if I drink it become more difficult to refrain, and I have to stop short or just make up some weak answer as to why its weird. But to some it all up: Shallow minded, perverted, oblivious, undeservedly nationalistic. But let me remind you again that I love Japan. This is an amazing country, especially when you make it outside of Tokyo. Yet this does not discount the fact that Japan still does not trust foreigners, and the thoughts and laws are unfairly biased against us whether Japan believes it or not.

Greg told me that I should purposefully make mistakes when I speak, because a Japanese once told him we dont trust foreigners who speak perfect Japanese, because they must be a spy or something?Onto question number two: How old am I? 23. Why? 20 is to young to be of any use to anyone, especially women. I am still a child after all. Forget the fact that 20 makes you a legal adult in Japan. Upon disclosing my age the nearly universal response is extreme surprise. I suppose this is for two reasons: Japanese think foreigners look older than they really are, and foreigners think Japanese look young. But moreso than that is the way I act. I think and talk older than I am, but I still have the heart of the child. Inversely, Japanese, especially women, generally act younger than they are. A big reason for this problem is society which wants Japanese women to seem like children, need I remind you that they are inferior to men? So I look older, I act older, but the age doesn't add up. This is a problem, because it is a fact that a 25 y/o in Japan who possesses less knowledge, wisdom, intelligence, maturity, skills, charm, (insert character/personality trait here) is automatically a more worthy person of your time. Never mind the fact that girls generally dont like giving out their age, rather, they like to hear how old you think they are. Yes, I have been asked this question, more times than I would like. As a result I have grown three years older since this weekend, as well as dave.To top it all off I thought I was onto something about this whole thing. I made some comment, and Miki said wakai no ni "He's so young, but..." (Implying something in opposition to what one would expect). I asked her if this was a good or bad thing and she said its not either, or maybe its both. I asked her to explain and she really couldnt. Chika helped her out by saying "soto de asobinasai!" (Go play outside!) Miki says yes, exactly! At this point I started to laugh uncontrollably. What a farce. Either she didn't understand my question, or she was even more ignorant than I thought. I have my reasons to be surprised, but I don't like to pick on one person when they all seem the same.

What it comes down to is she could not even explain why it was such a big deal that I was 20.Question number 3: What do I think of Japanese women? This one is my favorite, especially because it seems like women actually ask me more. As of this weekend I decided the appropriate response is: Why? Do you want to have sex with me? Otherwise why else do they give a damn? If I say anything besides this I find myself in a worse situation, because the only honest response I have is they are beautiful. I mean sure its ok when guys ask me, especially because many of them prefer foreign women.But lets see what happens when I turn the tables. I ask Chika what she thinks of Japan, and she said she likes it. Why? Because its easy to live here. Why? Its fun, and the rice is good. Dont you like to eat rice? (Mental jaw drop. To really do so would have been rude). Why do they have to keep reinforcing my stereotype? I have never been so prejudiced against a group of people in my entire life, but it does them too much credit to assume they exist otherwise. The way I think now, I get to die of a heart attack when I meet this women who will turn my thoughts upside down. (I find it important to add that the girl Aki who I lost against in bowling defied every complaint I have here, but she is so busy it is actually upsetting).

This concludes the section of the three stooges.Onto Monday. No school because of graduation ceremony. Went to Nakano with Dave, Joe, and Javie. Go to said bookstore. Sure enough its bizarre in a way they can only be experienced. The Nakano broadway center is awesome. Tons of various clothing, toy stores, book stores, music stores. All in all a great area. Later I meet my classmate who lives in Nakano. Javier goes home because hes not feeling well. My friend came with her housemate, and we decide what to do next. I suggest karaoke, Joe doesnt want to go so he goes off on his own. I hope he found an arcade, because he loves those. But upon getting to the karaoke place, my classmate, Choron, tells me her friend doesnt actually want to go, so lets just go to a coffee shop. I had no objections, so we did. I order m-size blood orange juice, which was fantastic. The glass was actually fairly large for japanese m, so I told the cashier, and afters a moments pause simply said hai with a smile on her face. This amused me. Me and Dave had a good conversation with these two Korean girls, although the one I just made hard spoke in Japanese, even though she could. Instead she only spoke to her friend who would often translate. I learned several Korean words which sound almost exactly the same as Japanese since they are based on Kanji. But onto the important stuff.

Choron asked Dave if a tomato was a fruit or vegetable, because I've had this conversation with her before, and every Korean in my class thinks its a vegetable because thats what they learned in school. Dave says its a fruit, for the same scientific reason as me. It has seeds. Just like cucumbers, squash, and chili peppers. She could still hardly believe this, since they taught her otherwise, a question even came up on a test once, yet her only reason for it being a fruit is thats what they told her. I have scientific reasoning on my side. I told her you cant just accept something as it is because someone tells you, especially without a reason. I'm not sure if she still believes its a vegetable or not, but she is closer to accepting the truth now it seems. Before this next conversation occurred, Dave went home.

But more absurd than this, was the confirmation of fan death. Choron believes it possible to die if you go to sleep in a room with a fan running if you shut all the doors and windows. Her reasoning is based on hypothermia, but not every could die like this. It depends on your physical condition. So she is not completely wrong, because the only people who have died by fans, actually died because of existing conditions, or alcohol poisoning. But the Korean media perpetuates the myth. I told her only people in South Korea believe in this. So she said its a lie then? Lets just say you probably can't die like that. 9pm rolls around and she says they're going to home now. Choron almost falls down the stairs. We have a nice laugh over this, and she points me towards the train station. Its all too easy. I start walking away and within 15 seconds this Japanese guy runs up to me, starts speaking in Japanese and confirms that I speak Japanese, right?He was listening to our conversation and was impressed by my Japanese ability. He wanted to speak to me more, but I told he I was hungry so lets go to a restaurant. I'm tired now so I'm going to cut this short. But the point here is the bill was 2300 yen, but he said I only have to pay 1000. I told him about the triad of bullshit questions, and he seemed to completely understand my point. Better than that was he didnt ask me any of them, and I asked him what do you think if Japan. He says what do you mean? That question is too vague. Exactly! I exclaim. Thats why its so annoying how often I get asked. We exchange emails, we spoke English, we spoke Japanese. Awesome. I hope you enjoyed. This has been one of the most significant weekends so far. It also marks a major turning point in me. I am now 23. Japan is nothing but amazing.

I can't wait to see my family when you all arrive this week.

KCP Level 4 and More Deep End Dining

So last night I stayed over at the apartment of one of the koreans from KCP. I met him last night when I went out drinking with one of the Americans and his classmates along with Joe and Dave. Joe and Dave left early to go to an arcade, but I stayed to continue talking with the Korean KCP students. Because we stayed out past twelve I was not able to ride the train home. One of them allowed me to stay with him for the night. This is the fourth time I have received such hospitality, twice by another Korean at KCP, and once by one of my Chinese classmates. This has been a good realization knowing I have friends who I can stay with as opposed to staying out all night.This Korean lives with 3 other Korean guys. I met one of them, and these two guys play World of Warcraft a lot. The KCP student who invited me over is 33, but he doesnt really look older than 25. They made me Korean style ramen, which was very good. After eating the noodles I refilled the bowl with rice, it was great.

As for school at KCP, level 4 has changed considerably from level 3. To start, about the first 2/3 of level 3 we studied kanji every day, but then only twice a week. Once again we now study kanji every day, and often the words are generally used only in the news or writing. The format of the kanji test has changed as well. Previously you only had to know the appropriate kanji for given hiragana and vice-versa. But now there is also a backside to the test where you have to select the most appropriate word from a group of four to complete the sentence. This can be difficult if you do not study sufficiently because the words to choose from are always similar in meaning.

The format of sakubun (compositions) has also changed. Previously we were given a topic to write anything we wanted about it. Now we receive a statement that we have to agree or disagree with and write our opinion. Before we write we split into small groups to discuss our opinions. This is done once a week although twice we have not had to write one. This week was one of those times. But we still had conversation time. This time it was about negotiation. There were three scenarios: In one you are at a restaurant and order spaghetti for lunch and it comes with a cup of coffee. You expect to pay 800 yen but the cup of coffee was 200 extra. You didnt order it but you drink it anyway. When you go to pay it is 1000 yen. Because the person who took the order made a mistake the restaurant believes you had placed the order.

Next you have gotten off the train and realize you have lost your ticket. You explain this to the station attendant. The other person is this attendant and you have to explain to them they still need to buy a ticket because there are many people who ride the train without paying for a ticket at all. Finally one person explains to their neighbor that their music is too loud and you’re trying to study. This person has just gotten home and wants to relax and listen to music.This was a frustrating exercise because I dont like it when such situations arise in the first place, but then again, who does?It reminds of one night when I went to an izakaya with my friend last quarter. At the entrance we were trying to figure out how much it would cost, and another worker came up to us. I was told to speak in English, because they could as well. They told us it was 500yen entrance fee, but that included a free drink. It was quite a boring place so after one drink, my friend and I decided to leave. Including the service charge and what not the bill came out to 2,400 yen. I told the waiter we didnt expect to pay this much based on what we were told at the entrance, and he said there is no free drink policy. When it seemed like I wasnt getting anywhere I asked to speak to the manager. I explained the situation again and he responded the same way. I told him the worker told me to speak in English and then gave me wrong information, which is the same as if it were said in Japanese to begin with. I said I know Japanese, so your worker made a poor decision by telling me to speak English. After complaining for longer than I ever wanted to the manager told me to please wait a moment and brought back another check for 1200. Needless to say I will not go back to that place.

Back to school, we had our midterm on tuesday. I feel that I did pretty well, but slightly disappointed by my performance on the kanji section. I was not able to answer 4 questions, two of which should have been no problem. But either way I am confident I passed all sections. The reading comprehension and grammar sections have changed from before in two ways. First, the grammar and reading are given in the same time slot, whereas before they were separated. The reading comprehension included all three readings we have studied so far. Previously it was only one, as well as one we hadnt studied yet.The listening had also changed a bit, in that some of the listening comprehension we had done in class were also on the test. Previously it was all new material, but generally seeming fairly easy.I will find out my test results this Thursday.

As for some general things about KCP, there is no food, but they do have drink vending machines, which have the cheapest prices I have ever seen in Tokyo, so that is nice. Come to think of it, they sell corn chowder in a can, so I guess that is food. There is a lounge with a microwave, which is the only room you are allowed to eat in at the school. There are trash cans on every floor with adjacent benches, those areas also permit consumption of food.The tea ceremony is on March 3rd. This means I only have one more week to prepare, but I feel like I should be ready, more so than I was the first time. Although the overall method of serving tea has changed this quarter many aspects remain the same, so I have a more solid grasp on things than I did last quarter.

This friday there is a school trip to a certain place which I have forgotten the name of. We will go by bus, and its famous for having Japan's oldest winery. This means I will have the opportunity for my first wine tasting. Expect a bottle that we can share when you arrive in Japan, or maybe an extra one to take back to America. Because the trip is on Friday I will not be able to practice the tea ceremony that day, so monday is my last practice session.

After the midterm last tuesday I participated in the filming of a Japanese tv show. They select the most unusual Japanese foods and give them to foreigners to see their reactions. Overall it wasnt as bad as I thought it would be, but thats not to say I didnt eat the grossest food of my life. There was a total of around 30 different foods, but they only filmed each person trying four. The first one I had was roasted salt water eel liver, which was definately the best. Next was monkfish liver, which was far worse than the time I had it at Pink Godzilla in Santa Cruz when Chris ordered it. The next thing was quite possibly the most foul thing I have ever eaten. Kani miso, which is essentially mixed and smashed crab guts, which happens to look like shit, literally. After eating all these things the director told me what they were, as well as giggling every time I ate something. The final dish was white, with lumps that resembled beans perhaps. It was very soft, and exploded in your mouth when you chewed it. I honestly had no clue what I was eating, and the director told me to take a big bite, then maybe I could figure it out. I did, as well as most of the hot sauce it was served with. Yet I still hadnt the slightest clue what I had just eaten. That concluded the filming session, but I realized the director left out the name of what I ate last. He tells me, but I didnt understand the word. Tanaka-san from KCP told me I ate fish testacles. They really weren't as bad as one might think, especially compared to the crab guts.

Yet as I went to the restaurant to meet my friends in celebration of finishing the test, every time I thought of what I had eaten, I felt as though I might throw up. Fortunately that did not happen, but burpings up that foul flavor was just about as bad I think. One of our teachers was at the restaurant, and I told her about the things I had eaten. I told her the kani miso was the worst, which suprised her because apparently she thinks its delicious. From that restaurant we went to another one, and we sang karaoke. As it turns out this teacher is an amazing singer.

I stayed out past midnight on Tuesday, so this was when I went home with my Chinese classmate. The interesting thing is that he actually lives with his mother and sister in Japan. I guess they all moved here together. Wednesday morning we ate some sort of soup with potatoes, carrots, Japanese squash, and some type of small grain which I actually dont know the name of. I believe his mother or sister had cooked it. It was good, but the flavor was a bit thin. I think with some type of spicing it could have been excellent.