{"id":901,"date":"2008-06-06T00:11:10","date_gmt":"2008-06-06T10:11:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.studionewmedia.com\/blog\/?page_id=901"},"modified":"2008-06-06T00:11:10","modified_gmt":"2008-06-06T10:11:10","slug":"october-23-2000","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/studionewmedia.com\/blog\/index.php\/man-in-japan\/october-23-2000\/","title":{"rendered":"October 23 2000"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"MsoPlainText\"><strong>Date: Monday, October 23, 2000<\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\"><strong><a name=\"enjoy the silence?\"><\/a>Subject: enjoy the silence?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">I bought stamps yesterday, and the lady gave me a bag    of potatoes. Not too sure why, but I never look a gift potato in the mouth.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Sorry for being an e-mail ghost the past two weeks.    My modem decided to stop working. I&#8217;ve since found that you just don&#8217;t walk    into the computer store and buy a replacement. Nope. Seems the whole &#8220;English&#8221;    operating system thing is different from the &#8220;Japanese&#8221; OS. Big fun    getting a new one. Nothing is easy here. Wait, I take that back, it&#8217;s easy to    get potatoes. NOTHING, and I mean, nothing, will ever be difficult again. Except    women, always difficult and confusing (okay, now that I&#8217;ve annoyed half of my    reading public), I&#8217;m not serious (much :-).<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Don&#8217;t have any cool adventures to report on. I missed    the 250,000 people that congregated in my city for the worlds largest tug of    war. I had played football\/soccer the day before with a bunch of nutter English    guys, and we played a high school team. Two hours of running around, in the    hot sun, wearing BMX sneakers. Brutal. I couldn&#8217;t walk at a normal pace for    five days. Really. I figured that some old granny would beat me senseless, and    I wouldn&#8217;t be above to move at all, I literally hobbled around for the first    three days. I still have blood blisters on both my feet. The game was rough.    I had a sore knee (compliments of a foot), sore hamstring (compliments of the    rock hard ground), bruised thigh (compliments of a knee), and a black and blue    hip bone (compliments of an elbow). After that, the gloves came off. The damned    kids found out that my abused and dented shins feel no pain. Thou I did feel    bad about smacking the boy in his boys with my knee, but enough was enough.    After the game, I went home, threw up, then slept for 13 hours. Going to do    it again this Saturday. Can&#8217;t wait.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Work is getting more entertaining, also more stressful.    Not a trade off I like, but still, just have to bear with it three days a week.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">I judged the all Okinawa Speech Competition last week,    and that was amusing. Several of the kids spoke English more coherently then    I do (I would guess compliments of American fathers). Actually seems to be a    common problem with us English teachers. Only with other English teachers can    we speak normally, with proper intonation and speed.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">One of the girls did a speech on how Japan was too sexualized    and thus was responsible for a lot of the current problems (had some problems    with kids going psycho with kitchen knives), and that lots of Japanese men were    dirty old perverts and should stop their behavior. I really liked it, simply    because it took lots of balls for her to get up and say this in front of her    peers and the Japanese audience. She won. Couldn&#8217;t believe it. Beat out 23 other    contestants and won the free trip to Hawaii. She&#8217;s also from this tiny island,    that has maybe 40 kids in the whole school.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">This week, I was on a panel to interview perspective    exchange students to Hawaii. That was amusing. Especially when one of the young    girl turned to my non-English speaking counterpart and asked him to translate    what I had asked her. Not good girl. Lot of them mentioned an urge to try Hawaiian    food. I can see their faces when someone gives them some poi to eat. Hahaha.    Funny thing was, I read the itinerary from this past trip, and a Ms. Jandi Quintoriano    from Kalani HS hosted one of the kids. Stinking small world (she was one of    my summer fun kids a while ago).<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Sorry &#8217;bout the dead modem thing. I have lots of mail    to catch up on, and will do so in the next couple of days.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Tomorrow is payday, and the next adventure is finding    cleats (football boots) that fit my feet. That&#8217;ll be an amusing waste of an    afternoon. I&#8217;ve already looked at the newly opened &#8220;Sports Depot&#8221;    monster store, and nothing. Thou they sell bike tools! I&#8217;m embarrassed to admit    that I spent probably 15 minutes fondling bike tools and drooling. Of course,    the USA tools are a bit pricey, but the made in Japan stuff is cheap(er). Can&#8217;t    save all my paycheck.     Oh, I also have a way cool surplus sleeping bag and    it doesn&#8217;t smell. So, apato de Chris is open for company. Y&#8217;all come out and    visit. Kickin stereo and sleeping bag. What else do you need?<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Chris<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\"><strong><a name=\"this is long (and boring) and talks about Japanese \"><\/a>Subject:    this is long (and boring) and talks about Japanese fashion<\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">It&#8217;s a good Saturday night. Know why? Because I can    move my legs, that&#8217;s why. Because I&#8217;m not passed on out on my futon, slipping    in and out of an exercise induced coma. Maitais (my thighs) are sore, but at    least I can move. I just wished they hadn&#8217;t gotten sore five minutes into the    game. Dunno, as long as I could move at a slow pace, all good. But, if I was    required to boot the ball or move at a fast clip, problems. Left forward, hum,    not required to move fast or boot the ball into the middle of the field. Not    at all. I need to start going to the gym (I&#8217;m serious). Besides, even with my    ego, I don&#8217;t know if I can handle kids half my age just dribbling around me,    while I jog after them. Once they figured out that I wasn&#8217;t moving well and    that I couldn&#8217;t put any power into the ball, they stopped trying to fake me    out and simply went around me. Getting burned is bad enough, I can respect that.    Having kids dribble (at a walking pace, mind you), past your weak ass, that&#8217;s    another story altogether.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">I&#8217;m tired of talking about me. I just rant and rant    and rant. So I&#8217;m going to play tour guide tonight, into the world of high fashion.    Well, seen through my eyes of course. If anyone has any suggestions as to what    I can write about, be it the cars, stores, what not, please let me know. I&#8217;ll    train my keen eye and whip smart brain upon new subjects.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Welcome to the catwalk, your host this evening will    be Ku-ri-su, infamous Eigo no Sensei from Naha. If you aren&#8217;t at all interested    in what the population of Naha is wearing, skip it. There are a few good taps    of the keyboard, but a lot of dreck. It&#8217;s a Saturday night, what do you expect?        Let&#8217;s start with the military guys, they are easy, and it will get me warmed    up. All the military guys I see in my neck of the woods look like military guys    trying to not look like military guys. That means hats and visors. Often times    worn at jaunty angles. Personally, I think that they can&#8217;t dress themselves.    Someone once told me that he would be lost if he had to figure out what he had    to wear everyday, so he was glad for the uniform. It shows. Their clothing looks    like anything you could buy off the shelf at any &#8220;trendy&#8221; store in    the US of A. The black guys, being black guys, always look well dressed. Don&#8217;t    know why.  The older guys dress better. Less of the &#8220;I&#8217;m a punk kid in    a foreign land&#8221;.  Always in groups of two or more, never alone.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">The Japanese. Well, they dress like the Japanese we    see in Hawaii. Okinawans are very conservative, both in actions and appearance,    that you can tell where someone is from by looking at what they are wearing.    The guy with the undershirt on under his t-shirt? Good bet he&#8217;s from a small    island. The girl with the really wide belt and FM shoes? Probably from the mainland.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Casual clothes for guys tend to be jeans or slacks and    t-shirts and dress shirts. The t-shirts are usually some sort of American brand    or something in (poor) English. There are a lot of jeans, some made by a &#8220;famous&#8221;    American jean company I&#8217;ve never heard of, Edwin? And shoes. Most of the time    guys wear shoes. Thou one night there was this drunk guy (in Okinawa? Naa, never    happen) wandering the streets, in bare feet, and a very dirty dress shirt and    nice slacks. He was hitting on the two women in our group, and I was getting    ready my &#8220;Pocket Vince&#8221; to throw at him. He ran off about the time    I was stretching the arm muscles out.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Sorry, that&#8217;s it for the guys. I really don&#8217;t look at    what the guys wear. The boys tend to wear a lot of skate boarding stuff, occasionally    surf clothes, and there&#8217;s some sort of flannel shirt with black felt hat movement.    Also the terry cloth towel tied around your head. Guys walk around, wearing    towels on their heads. I&#8217;ve seen the ugliest Aloha shirts here, no joke. Seems    there&#8217;s some sort of indigenous version, and they are all ugly. Everybody likes    mine a lot better.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Women. Not that I look, (HA!), but this season, faux    leather is in. Be it tight skirts or calf high boots, it&#8217;s all over the place.    Not that I mind&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Oh, I forgot, it&#8217;s winter. Yup, winter officially started    last Sunday, so the women are tending to wear heavier clothes. Sweater thingies,    neck wraps, jackets. {Now before everyone asks me how cold it is here, I&#8217;m sitting    here, typing this next to my large open window, wearing boxer shorts and a grin,    wishing I had a table outside so I could type. And it&#8217;s 10:30 at night. I&#8217;m    not sweating, but I&#8217;m not cool}. But summer is over. Must be, because they turned    off the A\/C in my fourteen story office building. Not fun.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\"><strong><a name=\"fashion rants, part two\"><\/a>Subject: fashion    rants, part two<\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Not a lot of &#8220;hootchie clothes&#8221;. Must say,    I&#8217;m a little bummed. The trashy clothes are few and far between and it looks    bad. Oh yes, there is good trash (as my male reading public nods their head    in agreement). Again, it&#8217;s usually mainlanders.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Moon shoes are everywhere. They have moon sole shoes    with stiletto high heel things. Saw a pair tonight. Moon shoes are those shoes    with the 4, 5, and 6&#8243; soles. I&#8217;ve seen girls turn their ankles, and they    just go down like that! I&#8217;ll stand next to a girl, and she&#8217;ll come up to my    chest\/shoulder, then I look down at the shoes, then I laugh. Don&#8217;t have to worry    about drowning with those things on. Your feet would be a-bobbing high above    the waves, while your head would be fathoms lower.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">I also see more blondes in five minutes on the street    then at any point in my life. Both guys and girls, bleech&#8217;em! Everywhere. It&#8217;s    not bad. Some go too far, less is better, in my humble opinion.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">There are some tall people here. Occasionally I&#8217;ll see    someone that is a lot taller then I am. Seen some tall women too. Saw the &#8220;Tall    Family&#8221; in the Family Mart. The mom was the shortest one there, and she    was maybe my nose height. My English mate followed them around, muttering something    about &#8220;no more milk&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">My school kids have no uniforms, so they wear what every    they want. Lots of baggy, hip-hop style clothes. American brands, natch. Available    in certain back alleys of Naha for not a lot of Yen. Not knock off clothing    thou, the Japanese frown on that. Yup, no knock off clothes, shoes, purses (humm,    high school girls with Prada), and watches.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">The girls tend to be all over the spectrum, some are    dressing like women, others like little girls.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Other school kids wear uniforms. Think Catholic school.    Pretty similar, just different colors, stripes, etc. Differences abound in shoes,    hair (color and length), skirt length, and what not. The more &#8220;risky&#8221;    girls wear their skirts really high up (Go back and reread &#8220;wide belt&#8221;    remark) Those thick, baggy white socks are in. Scrunched down to their ankles.    To me, they look like leg warmers a la &#8220;Flashdance&#8221;. Damn, I think    I just dated myself.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Everybody has a cell phone. The homeless guy and I are    the only ones that don&#8217;t have them. But he&#8217;s collecting change, so&#8230; I mean    EVERYONE! Stinking cheap, and with some you get an Internet account with them.    You see people on moving mopeds staring at these tiny little screens, then frantically    pressing buttons to write messages, then frantically swerving to avoid the bus.    I actually haven&#8217;t had a problem with the kids in my classes using them, but    I hear it goes on all the time. First time will be the last time. I&#8217;ve always    wondering if I could call the US on a Japanese cell phone&#8230;..(Hey Vince, guess    where I am! In school!)<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Chunky watches, lots of earrings, occasionally a facial    piercing (you can buy a piercing machine for $12 at Daiei. Look what I did to    my face Mom!), Lots of those big, body piercing hoops. The kind that leave monstrous    holes when you take them out, neat place to stick a pencil, thou. Might have    to try that in school this week. Backpacks, backpacks, and more backpacks. Again,    American, and very $$$$. I&#8217;ve seen a couple of bags like mine, and I laugh.    Poser. Also, large fanny packs.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">No sunglasses. Sunglass stores, but no one wears shades.    I&#8217;ll be out walking, lunch time, bright sun (even thou it&#8217;s winter :-), nary    a pair of glasses. But then, I think I see more at night then I do during the    day. Go figure. But sunglass stores&#8230;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">This is huge. If you are still here at this point, sorry.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\">Chris<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Date: Monday, October 23, 2000 Subject: enjoy the silence? I bought stamps yesterday, and the lady gave me a bag of potatoes. Not too sure why, but I never look a gift potato in the mouth. Sorry for being an e-mail ghost the past two weeks. My modem decided to stop working. 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