Alright, so just as an FYI: I am now back in BTown and am retiring this site - at least until my next Japanese adventure. Any recent info about trips and other shenanigans can be found on my *gasp* Facebook page. Yeah, I finally gave in and am using the damn thing. Go figure. Cheers for now! Mata ne,
KB
Friday, September 5, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Guess This Is It
It is now after midnight on my last night in my apartment. I’ve just cleaned and packed for eight hours straight and am only now finding a bit of down time while the last load of laundry dries.
A funny thing happened tonight. Strangely enough, the same thing had happened last week at about the same time: when I was driving back from dropping my wet clothes off at the mat. Passing by the neon signs that line the main road, and then the rice paddies that thrive behind our apartments, I had this big sense of HOME and, immediately following, how I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE!
Some folks may be surprised at this. Being an ALT for one year is a bit like dropping out of college, people tend to think of you as a failed cog in the system. I’d say more than 90% of the time I tell people I’m going home in August I get, “So you don’t like Japan, eh?” I know I need thicker skin, but still hearing that statement so frequently really tears me up. I love Japan! I love the culture, the people, the food, the history, and all the differences that sometimes aren’t so enjoyable. I don’t wanna go back!!
…but I know it also wouldn’t be fair of me to stay. I just don’t enjoy my job. I think the JET program is amazing. I think it gives you such an amazing opportunity for very little effort. Yeah, filling out all that paperwork was annoying and the interview was terrifying, but honestly, what is really required of us? We don’t have to have any previous knowledge of the language, we don’t have to have any teaching experience whatsoever, and we don’t have to pay for our transportation. As long as we are open-minded, responsible, and enjoy teaching we can thrive.
My problem is, I just don’t enjoy teaching that much. Please don’t misunderstand this: I ADORE my students. They are cute, funny, witty, and dedicated (well, most anyway, heh). We’ve had some amazing discussions in both English and Japanese, and I’ll admit I cried a little at every goodbye ceremony at my schools. My students are damn cool and I am so proud of them!!
Unfortunately, because of both the academic system here and my limited Japanese skills, I really don’t do much on a daily basis. If you want the full truth, I usually have to kill about 6 hours of every work day. Trying to look busy for 6 hours without the internet is challenging. Trying to look busy for 6 hours every day for an entire year is a psychological nightmare.
I knew that if I recontracted with the JET program it would only be to stay in Japan. I would be using the system to keep my visa, but I would have little interest in my position…and that’s not fair to either the program or my BoE (who pay painful amounts of money to participate in the program). Far better to allow someone with actual interest in teaching to take my place while I get off my lazy butt and get my own visa. :P
Still don’t want to leave, though. It’s rare to find people as genuine and hospitable as those in this town. My coworkers are crazy and fun. My cozy apartment is wonderful and my car rocks. The food is amazing and always fresh. My foreign language skills (as limited as they are) will never be better than they are now, I’m sure. I want to stay!! Bah.
Some physics professor needs to read this and adopt me. Onegaishimasu! I can do second order differentials!! :D
p.s. while this is my last night in my apartment, i don’t actually fly home until August 11th. long story very short: i'll be touring around Osaka for a few, then up to Naeba for the Fuji Rock Festival, then couch hopping with friends until the Sasa Matsuri back here in Uchiko. i won’t have my computer for at least a week. if i decide to not dash back to fetch it, i won’t have it at all until i fly home. my CELL PHONE can READ EMAIL though, so please keep in touch via…
kbeezer_uchiko@ezweb.ne.jp
ja mata, ne?
A funny thing happened tonight. Strangely enough, the same thing had happened last week at about the same time: when I was driving back from dropping my wet clothes off at the mat. Passing by the neon signs that line the main road, and then the rice paddies that thrive behind our apartments, I had this big sense of HOME and, immediately following, how I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE!
Some folks may be surprised at this. Being an ALT for one year is a bit like dropping out of college, people tend to think of you as a failed cog in the system. I’d say more than 90% of the time I tell people I’m going home in August I get, “So you don’t like Japan, eh?” I know I need thicker skin, but still hearing that statement so frequently really tears me up. I love Japan! I love the culture, the people, the food, the history, and all the differences that sometimes aren’t so enjoyable. I don’t wanna go back!!
…but I know it also wouldn’t be fair of me to stay. I just don’t enjoy my job. I think the JET program is amazing. I think it gives you such an amazing opportunity for very little effort. Yeah, filling out all that paperwork was annoying and the interview was terrifying, but honestly, what is really required of us? We don’t have to have any previous knowledge of the language, we don’t have to have any teaching experience whatsoever, and we don’t have to pay for our transportation. As long as we are open-minded, responsible, and enjoy teaching we can thrive.
My problem is, I just don’t enjoy teaching that much. Please don’t misunderstand this: I ADORE my students. They are cute, funny, witty, and dedicated (well, most anyway, heh). We’ve had some amazing discussions in both English and Japanese, and I’ll admit I cried a little at every goodbye ceremony at my schools. My students are damn cool and I am so proud of them!!
Unfortunately, because of both the academic system here and my limited Japanese skills, I really don’t do much on a daily basis. If you want the full truth, I usually have to kill about 6 hours of every work day. Trying to look busy for 6 hours without the internet is challenging. Trying to look busy for 6 hours every day for an entire year is a psychological nightmare.
I knew that if I recontracted with the JET program it would only be to stay in Japan. I would be using the system to keep my visa, but I would have little interest in my position…and that’s not fair to either the program or my BoE (who pay painful amounts of money to participate in the program). Far better to allow someone with actual interest in teaching to take my place while I get off my lazy butt and get my own visa. :P
Still don’t want to leave, though. It’s rare to find people as genuine and hospitable as those in this town. My coworkers are crazy and fun. My cozy apartment is wonderful and my car rocks. The food is amazing and always fresh. My foreign language skills (as limited as they are) will never be better than they are now, I’m sure. I want to stay!! Bah.
Some physics professor needs to read this and adopt me. Onegaishimasu! I can do second order differentials!! :D
p.s. while this is my last night in my apartment, i don’t actually fly home until August 11th. long story very short: i'll be touring around Osaka for a few, then up to Naeba for the Fuji Rock Festival, then couch hopping with friends until the Sasa Matsuri back here in Uchiko. i won’t have my computer for at least a week. if i decide to not dash back to fetch it, i won’t have it at all until i fly home. my CELL PHONE can READ EMAIL though, so please keep in touch via…
kbeezer_uchiko@ezweb.ne.jp
ja mata, ne?
Monday, June 30, 2008
Lost In Translation
So I had a very surreal day: I've just come back from recording my voice at a television studio for them to use in a new commercial.
A young entrepreneur has opened a wine, cheese, and sake shop in Ozu, the next town over. He tasked one of the local newsmen (there are three) with creating an advertisement for his shop. It just so happens that the newsman he hired is friends with some of my coworkers at the Yakuba and he ended up meeting me at the Ikazaki Kite Festival. I didn't know it at the time, but as soon as he saw me - he explained today - he got the idea for his commercial.
To those of you living under a rock for the past...oh...50 years or so, you have to understand that English = Cool in Japan. You see 'Engrish' T-shirts everywhere (some you can tell they really haven't a clue, thank god), and for most businesses having English in their advertisements is something of a status quo. So, I agreed to help.
Hiroko and I translated the owner's Japanese phrases as best we could (if we translated them directly, it sounded ridiculous, so Hiroko gave me the basic theme or feeling and I sort of winged it from there). Then, I went to the recording studio today to record my voice with the video.
I couldn't stop laughing! Honestly, I just kept thinking about that scene from Lost In Translation. My "director" (friendly newsman, really nice guy) kept giving directions in Japanese that I couldn't understand and my friend/coworker Hiroko would try to translate. All I understood was "like Madonna" which - as any of you who have spent any time with me would know - is a very hard imitation for me to pull off!
I believe it was Gus who said, "Kirsten, you are the least flirtatious person I know." Well, it's true!! I can't be seductive if my life depended on it! So, they had to settle for my naturally low octave and slow reading.
That was just the beginning though. When we got past the "Madonna voice" I was supposed to use for the English part, I was also supposed to finish with the store's name in Japanese. I was really looking forward to this. I'll be the first to admit my vocabulary retention sucks, BUT I've always prided myself on pronunciation. My UVM professor told me it was great back then and many times folks have commented that they thought I could speak more fluently than I do because the things I can say I say pretty well.
Anyway, so we get to the end and I finish smoothly, no problem: "Sake no Sawada". See? Rolls off the tongue pretty easily. No problem...but they didn't look happy. Ok, take two: "Sake no Sawada". Still no smiles. I was starting to feel kind of ashamed. After the same response with take three, I was about to ask Hiroko what the problem was when the director explained a bit in Japanese.
Hiroko turned to me, "He says the commercial is cool with a native English speaker."
Uuuuum, "I AM a native English speaker."
She looked amused, "But you don't sound like it. You sound Japanese."
"Oh." Well then.
I was feeling smug, I'll confess, when the director said something more.
"He says to please speak like you don't know Japanese. Like you just came to Japan."
I had to think a few seconds.
"Please speak with an English accent."
Ok, let's stop right there for a moment and I'm going to put this into perspective for you all...
The entire time I've been here, I'd say as much as 80% of all conversations are about me an my Japanese. I usually get the "ganbatte" (keep at it, persevere), some say I'm sounding good, and more then a few have said that I shouldn't have even come in the first place if I can't speak the language (guy at the bokken shop in the city, student's mom at an Enkai...). I don't think the Japanese are as bad as the French when it comes to language tolerance - as in how much abuse of their native tongue they will accept from foreigners brave enough to attempt to speak it - but they have their moments. Now, as I am being recorded for a TELEVISION COMMERCIAL, I am being asked to "please speak Japanese with an English accent".
To tell the truth, if the camera guy wasn't so nice, I would have been genuinely insulted. As it is, I understand where he's coming from. Japanese doesn't sell. Faltering Japanese with a heavy English accent does: it suggests the advertisement was done by a cool foreigner, fresh off the boat (erm, plane?) from America. How spiffy.
So, I ganbatte'd and said the damn line like an isolated suburban housewife without her glasses: "SA-ke NO sa-wa-DA".
"Perfect!"
Yeah. Woot. Go me. I'm American.
A young entrepreneur has opened a wine, cheese, and sake shop in Ozu, the next town over. He tasked one of the local newsmen (there are three) with creating an advertisement for his shop. It just so happens that the newsman he hired is friends with some of my coworkers at the Yakuba and he ended up meeting me at the Ikazaki Kite Festival. I didn't know it at the time, but as soon as he saw me - he explained today - he got the idea for his commercial.
To those of you living under a rock for the past...oh...50 years or so, you have to understand that English = Cool in Japan. You see 'Engrish' T-shirts everywhere (some you can tell they really haven't a clue, thank god), and for most businesses having English in their advertisements is something of a status quo. So, I agreed to help.
Hiroko and I translated the owner's Japanese phrases as best we could (if we translated them directly, it sounded ridiculous, so Hiroko gave me the basic theme or feeling and I sort of winged it from there). Then, I went to the recording studio today to record my voice with the video.
I couldn't stop laughing! Honestly, I just kept thinking about that scene from Lost In Translation. My "director" (friendly newsman, really nice guy) kept giving directions in Japanese that I couldn't understand and my friend/coworker Hiroko would try to translate. All I understood was "like Madonna" which - as any of you who have spent any time with me would know - is a very hard imitation for me to pull off!
I believe it was Gus who said, "Kirsten, you are the least flirtatious person I know." Well, it's true!! I can't be seductive if my life depended on it! So, they had to settle for my naturally low octave and slow reading.
That was just the beginning though. When we got past the "Madonna voice" I was supposed to use for the English part, I was also supposed to finish with the store's name in Japanese. I was really looking forward to this. I'll be the first to admit my vocabulary retention sucks, BUT I've always prided myself on pronunciation. My UVM professor told me it was great back then and many times folks have commented that they thought I could speak more fluently than I do because the things I can say I say pretty well.
Anyway, so we get to the end and I finish smoothly, no problem: "Sake no Sawada". See? Rolls off the tongue pretty easily. No problem...but they didn't look happy. Ok, take two: "Sake no Sawada". Still no smiles. I was starting to feel kind of ashamed. After the same response with take three, I was about to ask Hiroko what the problem was when the director explained a bit in Japanese.
Hiroko turned to me, "He says the commercial is cool with a native English speaker."
Uuuuum, "I AM a native English speaker."
She looked amused, "But you don't sound like it. You sound Japanese."
"Oh." Well then.
I was feeling smug, I'll confess, when the director said something more.
"He says to please speak like you don't know Japanese. Like you just came to Japan."
I had to think a few seconds.
"Please speak with an English accent."
Ok, let's stop right there for a moment and I'm going to put this into perspective for you all...
The entire time I've been here, I'd say as much as 80% of all conversations are about me an my Japanese. I usually get the "ganbatte" (keep at it, persevere), some say I'm sounding good, and more then a few have said that I shouldn't have even come in the first place if I can't speak the language (guy at the bokken shop in the city, student's mom at an Enkai...). I don't think the Japanese are as bad as the French when it comes to language tolerance - as in how much abuse of their native tongue they will accept from foreigners brave enough to attempt to speak it - but they have their moments. Now, as I am being recorded for a TELEVISION COMMERCIAL, I am being asked to "please speak Japanese with an English accent".
To tell the truth, if the camera guy wasn't so nice, I would have been genuinely insulted. As it is, I understand where he's coming from. Japanese doesn't sell. Faltering Japanese with a heavy English accent does: it suggests the advertisement was done by a cool foreigner, fresh off the boat (erm, plane?) from America. How spiffy.
So, I ganbatte'd and said the damn line like an isolated suburban housewife without her glasses: "SA-ke NO sa-wa-DA".
"Perfect!"
Yeah. Woot. Go me. I'm American.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Hopeline
I'm not one for endorsement, but this - in my opinion - is exceptional. Please take a look:
No, I am not suicidal. I support help for those who are. :)
No, I am not suicidal. I support help for those who are. :)
Monday, May 19, 2008
MoNkEYs!!
For my birthday, I used the last of my nenkyuu (technically I have about 12 days left, but saving that for the end of the year, so I don't have to go to the office after school gets out) to visit Miyajima: a small island off of the coast of Hiroshima.
It was a Wednesday, so not the best time for a day trip - and a long day trip at that - but I really wanted to go. Hiroko was her usual amazing self and booked everything for me. She found a great package that included a bus ride to the Matsuyama Port (a bus that, ironically, is having its last run this month) and ferries to the island. The best present, though, was her company. I didn't especially want to travel alone, but figured I would have to and was prepared. Hiroko decided to tag along, though, and took the day off as well - yay!
In the end, it was 4 hours there, 4 hours on the island, and 4 hours back. It's been forever and a day since I was on a boat though, so I loved it, and we managed to fit everything we wanted to do into those 4 hours: check out the Flickr pictures (link on lower right)! The best part by far, in my opinion, was the monkeys. :)
Friday, April 25, 2008
Road Trip!!
So excited, but so nervous! I am going to the Fuji Rock Festival in July with some of my friends, but decided to stop and see a few things along the way.
The Game Plan:
1. Bus from Uchiko to Kyoto
- tour around Kyoto for a few days
2. Catch train to Osaka
- tour around Osaka for a day
3. Take Fuji Rock tour bus from Osaka to Naeba
- camping at the festival for 3 days
4. Take tour bus back to Osaka
- tour around a bit more and/or recover from festival
5. Bus home from Osaka to Uchiko
View Larger Map
I'm looking into hostels in the area now (after ending up in a top-of-the-line castle-like hotel last time I let the travel agency book me a "budget room", I'm doing this one on my own). Here's hoping I can actually pull this off!!
here are some pictures of last year's festival on the Japanese site:
http://www.fujirockfestival.com/history/photos.asp
The Game Plan:
1. Bus from Uchiko to Kyoto
- tour around Kyoto for a few days
2. Catch train to Osaka
- tour around Osaka for a day
3. Take Fuji Rock tour bus from Osaka to Naeba
- camping at the festival for 3 days
4. Take tour bus back to Osaka
- tour around a bit more and/or recover from festival
5. Bus home from Osaka to Uchiko
View Larger Map
I'm looking into hostels in the area now (after ending up in a top-of-the-line castle-like hotel last time I let the travel agency book me a "budget room", I'm doing this one on my own). Here's hoping I can actually pull this off!!
here are some pictures of last year's festival on the Japanese site:
http://www.fujirockfestival.com/history/photos.asp
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
A Visitor!!
I was so happy last week cause my old school VT friend from way back flew up from Okinawa to visit! I’ve known Rachel since we were seven years old and took my bro Alex with me last year when I went to visit her.
The first couple days, we strolled around my neighborhood and got the VIP treatment from a few of my Eikaiwa students (who gave us the tour then took us home and fed us a very delicious, multi-course, homemade lunch).
On Friday, we decided to be ambitious and took a road trip to Kochi City…without a map…or guide book…or an plan of any kind, haha. It turned out to be a very successful trip: the first parking lot we found just happened to be the one for the city park and castle, which just so happened to be hosting free musical performances that evening. We parked, took a tour of the castle, ate lunch at an amazing bagel café (which had a very amusing sign), killed time at an arcade, then returned to the castle for the performances. On our way home, we wanted to see the ocean and, after driving down many one-way streets and across several bridges, we found it! By this time, it was pitch black and Katsurahama park was abandoned, but it was still the first time I had set foot on a beach since moving, so I was giddy.
Saturday was our pilgrimage. In Japan, there is a group of seven gods called Shichi Fukujin. These seven “Luck Gods” or “Gods of Fortune” are made up of gods from Shinto, Buddhist, Taoist, and Hindu tradition and apparently provide better protection and luck when prayed to as a group. The Iyo shichi fukujin mairi is the ‘tour’ of these seven sites – made up of both temples and shrines – in and around the Iyo area. There’s quite a system in place now to entice the superstitious or acquisitive: wherever you choose start, you can purchase small golden charms of the gods – one for each respective site – and, at the end of the tour, receive a omamori fukuro or tiny silk bag in which to carry your gods. By keeping the omamori fukuro close by (in a purse or desk) you can receive their blessings.
My friend and supervisor, Hiroko, her husband, and I thought that Rachel’s visit would be a good time to try the Iyo shichi fukujin mairi. At the start of our tour, we looked at the map and thought, meh – four hours tops. Ha! Matsuyama is a big city with even bigger suburbs. Throw unmarked streets, countless small bridges, common landmarks, and numerous other temples and shrines into the mix and you begin to feel less like a pilgrim and more like a mouse in a maze. It took us nearly four hours to find the first four temples. We took a much needed break for Okonomiyaki (and quick games of Othello) and set out again.
By the time we had completed the tour and visited all seven sites (one shrine we visited twice because there was no one there to give us our charm the first time around) the sun was setting and we were sick to death of the car. None of us believed we would actually find all seven sites or finish with our omamori fukuro, but we have proof! If just being in the vicinity of a holy site grants luck, then the four of us should have an amazing year. We passed so many neighborhood temples and shrines in our search for The Seven that I am probably more blessed now than I ever was in my Sunday school days…
…Gus and Gimp: we’re going to Vegas. Eden and Mike: let’s try El Cap. :D
The first couple days, we strolled around my neighborhood and got the VIP treatment from a few of my Eikaiwa students (who gave us the tour then took us home and fed us a very delicious, multi-course, homemade lunch).
On Friday, we decided to be ambitious and took a road trip to Kochi City…without a map…or guide book…or an plan of any kind, haha. It turned out to be a very successful trip: the first parking lot we found just happened to be the one for the city park and castle, which just so happened to be hosting free musical performances that evening. We parked, took a tour of the castle, ate lunch at an amazing bagel café (which had a very amusing sign), killed time at an arcade, then returned to the castle for the performances. On our way home, we wanted to see the ocean and, after driving down many one-way streets and across several bridges, we found it! By this time, it was pitch black and Katsurahama park was abandoned, but it was still the first time I had set foot on a beach since moving, so I was giddy.
Saturday was our pilgrimage. In Japan, there is a group of seven gods called Shichi Fukujin. These seven “Luck Gods” or “Gods of Fortune” are made up of gods from Shinto, Buddhist, Taoist, and Hindu tradition and apparently provide better protection and luck when prayed to as a group. The Iyo shichi fukujin mairi is the ‘tour’ of these seven sites – made up of both temples and shrines – in and around the Iyo area. There’s quite a system in place now to entice the superstitious or acquisitive: wherever you choose start, you can purchase small golden charms of the gods – one for each respective site – and, at the end of the tour, receive a omamori fukuro or tiny silk bag in which to carry your gods. By keeping the omamori fukuro close by (in a purse or desk) you can receive their blessings.
My friend and supervisor, Hiroko, her husband, and I thought that Rachel’s visit would be a good time to try the Iyo shichi fukujin mairi. At the start of our tour, we looked at the map and thought, meh – four hours tops. Ha! Matsuyama is a big city with even bigger suburbs. Throw unmarked streets, countless small bridges, common landmarks, and numerous other temples and shrines into the mix and you begin to feel less like a pilgrim and more like a mouse in a maze. It took us nearly four hours to find the first four temples. We took a much needed break for Okonomiyaki (and quick games of Othello) and set out again.
By the time we had completed the tour and visited all seven sites (one shrine we visited twice because there was no one there to give us our charm the first time around) the sun was setting and we were sick to death of the car. None of us believed we would actually find all seven sites or finish with our omamori fukuro, but we have proof! If just being in the vicinity of a holy site grants luck, then the four of us should have an amazing year. We passed so many neighborhood temples and shrines in our search for The Seven that I am probably more blessed now than I ever was in my Sunday school days…
…Gus and Gimp: we’re going to Vegas. Eden and Mike: let’s try El Cap. :D
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Photos are Up
March has been a very busy month, it seems. I'll admit, I'm really not in the mood to type out a description of all the events I've gone to, but still self-centered enough to post a link to my new photos, hehe. Check 'em out: www.flickr.com/photos/terss
(there's always the link in the lower right, too)
Monday, March 10, 2008
Busy Time
Things have really been getting busy now.
First, I was able to finally go on my first real trip off the island (one that required a plane flight)!! Two of my friends and I spent 2 days in Hokkaido - the northernmost island of Japan. We timed out trip to catch the Yuki Matsuri or Snow Festival. Although we weren't able to go into the surrounding countryside (our hotel was in the middle of Sapporo), we did take a cable car to the top of a nearby mountain; and there was plenty of snow!! In fact, on our first day walking around the city, we found ourselves in a small snowstorm while in the University park. Not only were Ryan and I excited to see "real snow" again, but we were also very entertained watching Briohny's first experience of it.
I'm also being kept busy by the end of the school year. The last classes for the san nensei's were last week and we had a blast. They are taking and retaking their high school entrance exams these last few weeks, so everyone is exhausted and stressed. I wanted to try to help them relax and so I planned classes filled with racing games (competition always wakes them up a bit) and PB&J rewards. It was quite a challenge to make enough mini PB&J sandwiches for over 100 students, but the looks on their faces when they tried it made it all worthwhile. The majority of the students actually liked it! I was expecting the girls to, but was thrilled when the boys did too. There were only a few students who pulled faces or tried to pass it off to their neighbor.
My goal was to beg and plead to have my last English class be uniform-free. I knew it would make the teachers - and students, too, for that matter - uncomfortable, but heck, that's what I'm here for, haha. I thought it would be interesting to have an "American-style" class (the class structure itself is very similar, so no big difference there). Unfortunately, I failed to convince the powers-that-be that a uniform-free classroom was part of my "internationalizing". I came up with a good substitute, though, I think: Hat Day! I'm not sure this tradition is truly an American one, or one localized to schools in Chittenden County, Vermont, but I explained it as an American tradition and ordered my students to bring a hat of their choice to the final class.
You wouldn't think it would be difficult to get a bunch of 14 year olds to wear hats in school - especially since it's a rare opportunity to do something normally prohibited - but I nearly had to staple the hats to their heads! As soon as they had to put them on, they looked painfully uncomfortable and kept slipping them off. A few of the boys acted very American: bringing huge fuzzy animal hats. The majority of the students, though, looked like I had asked them to come to class naked.
In the end, we all had a blast. Some students who I thought hated me came up after class to shake my hand, look me in the eye (gasp!), and tell me they had fun. In fact, many students who didn't seem to like talking to me throughout the year practically chatted my ear off (in a mix of broken English and colloquial Japanese slang). I guess now that the year is over, the pressure is off and it's no longer "uncool" to talk to the ALT. *wink*
Ooops, another meeting. I gotta bounce. Hugs to all...
Sunday, February 10, 2008
On the Bright Side
So, after looking over my blog, I realized that – being the lazy person that I am – I rarely get the motivation to write a post unless something frustrates me to the point where I have to vent about it. This alone isn’t a problem, but it means that the few of you who actually read my posts are only seeing my frustrations. I’m going to try to make more of an effort to write about the little things that happen, throughout my week, that keep me going. J
First, it actually snowed a couple weeks ago!! Big, soft chunks of snow started down around lunchtime while I was at Ohse Sho (one of the many elementary schools I visit periodically throughout the year). The kids couldn’t wait to get outside, but I still think no one was as excited as I was, haha. We downed our kyuushoku (prepared lunch) as fast as our chopsticks would allow, rinsed and hung our milk cartons at top speed, and then bolted out the front hall.
The snowball fight that began shortly after was epic. EPIC. I will never forget it. The snow melted soon after touching the ground, but we scraped enough off of leaves, window sills, and cars to make impressive projectiles. At first, the boys were a bit nervous about pelting a teacher; but, after I nailed a few, they didn’t hold back. I had to chase some of them across the school grounds (vaulting over the “indoor shoes only” sections of the walkway was tricky, hahaha) and give them a good white-washing as punishment for aiming for the face.
In the end, I got walloped! Haha. The majority of these boys play baseball after school every day - their throwing arms are painful! In the last few minutes of the fight, I saw myself surrounded by a gang of six or so, all posed and waiting for their leader’s command. I didn't try to run, I didn’t try to fight back. I did what any intelligent person would have done: I crouched and covered my head with both arms before half a dozen baseball-sized snowballs landed square on my back.
My hair and sweater were dripping wet for the rest of the work day, but it was definitely worth it.
First, it actually snowed a couple weeks ago!! Big, soft chunks of snow started down around lunchtime while I was at Ohse Sho (one of the many elementary schools I visit periodically throughout the year). The kids couldn’t wait to get outside, but I still think no one was as excited as I was, haha. We downed our kyuushoku (prepared lunch) as fast as our chopsticks would allow, rinsed and hung our milk cartons at top speed, and then bolted out the front hall.
The snowball fight that began shortly after was epic. EPIC. I will never forget it. The snow melted soon after touching the ground, but we scraped enough off of leaves, window sills, and cars to make impressive projectiles. At first, the boys were a bit nervous about pelting a teacher; but, after I nailed a few, they didn’t hold back. I had to chase some of them across the school grounds (vaulting over the “indoor shoes only” sections of the walkway was tricky, hahaha) and give them a good white-washing as punishment for aiming for the face.
In the end, I got walloped! Haha. The majority of these boys play baseball after school every day - their throwing arms are painful! In the last few minutes of the fight, I saw myself surrounded by a gang of six or so, all posed and waiting for their leader’s command. I didn't try to run, I didn’t try to fight back. I did what any intelligent person would have done: I crouched and covered my head with both arms before half a dozen baseball-sized snowballs landed square on my back.
My hair and sweater were dripping wet for the rest of the work day, but it was definitely worth it.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Bad. Morning.
*WARNING: for those of you who click that “sensor text” box, the following post contains a few choice words. Considering the circumstance, I think I restrained myself well. Just FYI *
I knew it would happen. It’s bound to happen to any computer owner at some point. Although I’m not the most responsible bookkeeper, I had allowed myself a small bit of pride with the fact that I had – up until 20 minutes ago – never lost a large amount of important data. Ever. Sure, I had forgotten to save the random document and found myself cursing like a sailor when my application “unexpectedly quit”. Overall, though, my greatest loss was no larger than a single directory.
Then, this morning at the office, I click on my Document’s alias to print out that morning’s worksheet. The icon did its usual cheerful hop on my bar for a few seconds, but then stopped. It didn’t open, and a giant grey ? appeared over the folder. Whaaa? I tried again: same result. Ok, something is wrong with the alias, I thought. I’ll just go the long way: Macintosh HD/Users/kbonson/Documents….
Nothing. There was nothing in the folder.
In order to fully appreciate this, non-mac users need to understand that the Documents folder – at least for me – is the second largest domain after the Applications folder. Where the Applications directory holds nearly all my programs, the Documents directory held all work (literary, programming, and otherwise) that I had ever done since high school.
I’m not sure what I am most upset about: the loss of all my worksheets, spreadsheets, powerpoints, and games that I have made during my 7 months teaching in Japan; or the loss of 8 years of school work, which included my codes from my summer spent as a programming assistant, my data and research paper (which never did get published after the initial rejection), and epic 20+ page papers (some entirely in German from when I was actually intelligent).
Now, I’m not completely hopeless. I DID backup my Documents folder. Once. On a DVD that is now lying somewhere, with the dust-bunnies, in my basement room back in Vermont. Yeah.
On the plus side: I haven’t cried, screamed, or thrown my computer out the window. On the other hand, the only thing that’s keeping me from doing so is the fact that I’m sitting in the middle of a teacher’s lounge which is always so politely quiet I feel disruptive when I sneeze.
How did this happen? I have no fucking idea. I made the worksheet last night. Saved it in Documents/Japan/SanNensei. Everything was as it should be. I shut down my computer (properly) and went to bed. This morning, I start up my computer at my desk – no error messages, nothing – and click on the alias…you know the rest.
And for all you “it’s a mac stupid!” people out there, hear this: in all the macs that I have ever owned and used, 90% of data loss such as this was user error. I had a memory leak near the end of my iMac’s life and it turned out to be a user error there, too. I’m sure I did something stupid at some point, that set me up for this (Karma would say it’s the fact that I didn’t back up my data well in the first place). At least it happened cleanly and without an assault of “helpful” messages spamming my screen so much the computer lags itself. I’m also running on a partitioned system and use Parallels frequently. Considering I deliberately made my computer schizophrenic and often run a program that calls for it to think with both minds at that same time, I’m truly surprised I haven’t made a mess of things sooner.
Goddamnitalltohell
I knew it would happen. It’s bound to happen to any computer owner at some point. Although I’m not the most responsible bookkeeper, I had allowed myself a small bit of pride with the fact that I had – up until 20 minutes ago – never lost a large amount of important data. Ever. Sure, I had forgotten to save the random document and found myself cursing like a sailor when my application “unexpectedly quit”. Overall, though, my greatest loss was no larger than a single directory.
Then, this morning at the office, I click on my Document’s alias to print out that morning’s worksheet. The icon did its usual cheerful hop on my bar for a few seconds, but then stopped. It didn’t open, and a giant grey ? appeared over the folder. Whaaa? I tried again: same result. Ok, something is wrong with the alias, I thought. I’ll just go the long way: Macintosh HD/Users/kbonson/Documents….
Nothing. There was nothing in the folder.
In order to fully appreciate this, non-mac users need to understand that the Documents folder – at least for me – is the second largest domain after the Applications folder. Where the Applications directory holds nearly all my programs, the Documents directory held all work (literary, programming, and otherwise) that I had ever done since high school.
I’m not sure what I am most upset about: the loss of all my worksheets, spreadsheets, powerpoints, and games that I have made during my 7 months teaching in Japan; or the loss of 8 years of school work, which included my codes from my summer spent as a programming assistant, my data and research paper (which never did get published after the initial rejection), and epic 20+ page papers (some entirely in German from when I was actually intelligent).
Now, I’m not completely hopeless. I DID backup my Documents folder. Once. On a DVD that is now lying somewhere, with the dust-bunnies, in my basement room back in Vermont. Yeah.
On the plus side: I haven’t cried, screamed, or thrown my computer out the window. On the other hand, the only thing that’s keeping me from doing so is the fact that I’m sitting in the middle of a teacher’s lounge which is always so politely quiet I feel disruptive when I sneeze.
How did this happen? I have no fucking idea. I made the worksheet last night. Saved it in Documents/Japan/SanNensei. Everything was as it should be. I shut down my computer (properly) and went to bed. This morning, I start up my computer at my desk – no error messages, nothing – and click on the alias…you know the rest.
And for all you “it’s a mac stupid!” people out there, hear this: in all the macs that I have ever owned and used, 90% of data loss such as this was user error. I had a memory leak near the end of my iMac’s life and it turned out to be a user error there, too. I’m sure I did something stupid at some point, that set me up for this (Karma would say it’s the fact that I didn’t back up my data well in the first place). At least it happened cleanly and without an assault of “helpful” messages spamming my screen so much the computer lags itself. I’m also running on a partitioned system and use Parallels frequently. Considering I deliberately made my computer schizophrenic and often run a program that calls for it to think with both minds at that same time, I’m truly surprised I haven’t made a mess of things sooner.
Goddamnitalltohell
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