September 3, 2000
now I'm feeling: pretty good
now I'm listening to: Utada Hikaru
Hikaru -- Wait and See
believe this legend in J-Pop is now attending university
in New York. Bummer that she won't make any more music
til she graduates.
night I dreamt: that I was a member of the x-men cast.
Not a specific character from the movie that I know, I
must have been a supporting character. My name was Jason
Something-or-other. It was the premiere of our movie and
the entire cast showed up for the screening, which strangely
enough, took place at my old university in one of the
small theatres in the fine-arts village. Don't remember
too much from this dream except there was a lot of media
there (of course) and that Rogue had a major crush on
me and was hanging on my every word (and my arm) for the
of the Day: Lesa's
page. This specific link tells about one of the
absolutely k-a-r-a-z-y things that many Japanese people
do every day. We call it the "Radio Exercise".
It has a Japanese name, but ... what the hell, I can't
remember it. Anyway, check out the pics, weird wild
acronym is spoken with a respectful tone by foreigners;
with a mix of longing and awe. It is for this mecca of foreign
foods that is known as the Foreign Buyer's Club that I and
two of my neighbors set out today.
resides in Kobe, which is about an hour and a half away
from Wakayama by car, which is what we took. Martin has
a car, which is both a boon and a curse for the English
teacher in Japan. A boon for the obvious reason that it
makes traveling to places that are isolated from train routes
possible. Go anywhere you want, whenever you want and limited
only by the traffic (which at times can be terrible). A
curse because of the cost. Shakken is an exorbitant
yearly fee that must be paid to keep the car registered.
Gas prices are high. But worst of all are the tolls. At
every city entrance and in-between there are toll booths.
To get to Kobe and back again cost us nearly 60 dollars
US in tolls. It was faster than taking trains, that's for
sure, and getting all that food we bought food back by the
train would have been impossible.
guys on the road. Kind of a mixed up group coming from fields
of all sorts from physics and philosopy to music to media
studies. Brought to this far eastern country to teach English
to the unwashed masses.
As you might expect from three such diverse and theoretical
academic backgrounds, the conversation in the vehicle was
quite animated. Topics brought up for discussion were poked
and prodded; examined and scrutinized with witty arguments
and well-informed opinions:
G: What?? And you call yourself an American?
M: Guys standing around for hours scratching themselves
G: Now, GOLF. There's a sport for you.
J: I can't believe you just said that. Golf ranks below
fishing!! What a goddam pussy sport!
M: I like cricket.
J: Any sport involving hitting a ball off the groundů
G: OK. What about polo?
J: Yeah, ok. That's a real sport.
M: Are you guys crazy?? Give me a break! POLO??
you get the idea.
we bashed every sport we knew of, the two of them broke
out in duets; singing old, out-dated and forgotten songs
I didn't know at all because I was listening to Mozart,
Bach and Beethoven in JHS and HS when most of my other friends
were listening to normal music (and now I like J-Popů
oh the twisted paths we walk).
we wander around Kobe for quite some time and it's starts
to rain. We're looking for a Wendy's, you see. There was
one here when we attended the renewer's conference last
year, right below our hotel, but as how the buildings are
all so high, it's difficult to see the enormous hotel. (It's
really hard to find a decent burger in Japan... the closest
you can get to a decent burger in Wakayama is either to
barbecue it yourself or go to McD's, if you call that a
made an offhand comment about how we might have to call
it quits for Wendy's and got aghast looks and stuttering
proclamations of my insanity from Glen and Martin in the
front seats. Food means quite a bit to those two, it seems.
So we finally find Wendy's and wolf down our lunch and then
head over to the FBC. It was much smaller than I thought,
but they did have some stuff I was craving. Hot dogs, brownie
mix, pancake mix, there were some books there too, but I
usually get all my books online.
was a nice trip, but next time I think I'll just mail-order