Thursday March 17, 1:02 p.m.

Well, so far I've been hearing that there may have been some progress with the water-bearing choppers. But Canada has apparently urged for an 80-km exclusion zone around the reactors, instead of the 20-km zone currently in force by the Japanese government. To give you a point of reference, Tokyo is 270 km away from Fukushima. And there is still a chance of meltdown. So my decision has still not been made.

I had contacted Yajima about the situation and he has responded and given me his good wishes. It'll be another couple of hours but I will come to sort of decision shortly after I see some TV.

The worldwide media has been glorifying the Japanese on the stoicism and grace with which they have handled the triple whammy of earthquake, tsunami and nuclear accident. No riots, no looting. The Americans have been known as the can-do society but the Japanese can be called the make-do society. I've known about this facility of the Japanese to adapt to trying conditions but I have to admit that I'm even amazed at how well everyone in the country has been adapting to the new reality. Still, I think there are going to be several thousand people in the north who will need some counselling over the months and years.

Thursday March 17, 10:23 a.m.

One can be forgiven in this country for the fact that today is St. Patrick's Day, even though the holiday has become a favorite amongst the foreign population and even some of the Japanese here. A week ago, a lot of folks would have wondering which pub to hit in Tokyo, Dubliners or Paddy Foley's. Well, now, a lot of people are just hoping that St. Patrick and a whole lot of other saints (George, James, etc.) will smile on all of us in this country considering the current circumstances.

After the record-setting M9.0 earthquake and a massive tsunami, now we're all facing a possible nuclear disaster. Some of the reactors at Fukushima Dai-Ichi are still literally too hot to handle, although I have seen, with some relief, that the choppers have resumed water bombing.

The next few hours will be critical ones for me since not only is it St. Patrick's Day for a lot of those who are into the Green, but it is D-Day for me personally. D as in Decision...do I stay put or do I pack up and go (temporarily) back to the Great White North? The past 24 hours have seen me furiously typing away on Facebook and e-mail to friends and family, talking with Mom and my sister-in-law on the phone, keeping a cold rational eye on the proceedings in Fukushima and Nagatacho, and preparing myself for flight. I'm basically looking at 2:30 today as the time of decision. The Dancer's husband has made his decision...he and the family will be staying at the Keio Plaza Hotel tonight and then head on off for home tomorrow. The Anime Court will most likely either be staying put in Toronto or fleeing to places other than Japan. The Dancer told me that the next available Air Canada flight back to the ol' hometown is Sunday the 20th apparently. Not gonna panic since, at this point, we're still far from any major dramatic movements.

Basically, I have three options about my immediate future....one is the most ideal and one is the likeliest path. The most ideal is that the chopper water bombing actually bears fruit and that I can stay home but the most likeliest is that I will have to somehow scrounge up a ticket (probably at inflated prices...capitalism is far from dead in the airline industry) and head on out within the next few days. Option 3 is the worst-case scenario...I grab the nearest Bullet Train and flee to Osaka.

So far, the Canadian Embassy hasn't called the Red Alert...which is actually good news for me, since if Harper's Bazaar actually calls for a Canuck evac, I can guarantee there will be mayhem, even more so than now. I hear Narita has become an Ellis Island of sorts at this time.

Via Facebook, I have had my heart warmed by the fact that some of my old friends from Toronto who now live in various parts of Asia have offered me some hospitality via Hong Kong, Singapore and Malaysia. I'm keeping all of my options open, although Mom really wants me back home...as most Moms would.

As for Speedy, he took my news pretty well. Basically, he has a mix of the "Aw, shucks" and sho ga nai (can't be helped) attitude. It's actually the juku boss I'm a bit worried about at the moment. She sent a terse reply to my mass e-mail of yesterday stating that she would prefer me to be here and that I should call her. Well, I will...when I've made my decision.

I also got word from fellow Canadian, The Satyr. He's been lucky in that his parents have arranged flights for him for either home or England. I'm not sure what my parents can do for me, not that I'm ungrateful, but they're not exactly the most connected of people, if you know what I mean. The Dancer's father is a very go-go type and I'm sure The Satyr's parents will get on the blower to do everything they can. My parentals are very middle-class Japanese in that they will exhort their son to get back home but beyond that there's very little they can do. It's really up to me.

Wednesday March 16, 2:24 p.m.

I've managed to calm down to a certain extent after that flurry of e-mails back home about my possible departure. I'll have to keep my eye on the TV, though. I have yet to receive any response from my private students, though. I did get a response from the Dancer's husband and they are also weighing options.

As for my day today, I wasted a trip down to Tameike-Sanno early this morning for that student whom I'd thought wouldn't be interested in my lessons. He'd decided to try me out and had scheduled a lesson for this morning at 11. I then found out after waiting a few hours at Starbucks by the Akasaka Twin Towers that he had left a message on my machine after leaving an e-mail message yesterday that he couldn't get into town today. I had told him that I couldn't access my e-mail yesterday...sigh.

So for the first time in my time here, I had 4 entire lessons wiped out in one day.

In what has become the sign of the times, I actually bought a bento at the local Lawsons inside Tameike-Sanno Station before getting on the train back home. I have never brought home an instant lunch from a conbini for more than 5 minutes, but I got this sucker home in about 40. I knew that getting a bento in my neck of the woods would be close to impossible these days; but I may be lucky in getting a salad and some milk today.

Wednesday March 16, 1:12 p.m.

Well, just had another rather large aftershock roll through Chiba via the I-Cafe. But the big Red Alert strobing in my head is the Fukushima Nuclear Plant situation. Actually, it's starting to look more and more like the re-enactment of "The China Syndrome" with Jack Lemmon and Jane Fonda. Possible meltdowns from at least 2 of the 6 reactors and one from a CNN commentator are not impressing me. And believe me, I've been less than impressed with the government or TEPCO in their somewhat mealy-mouthed press conferences.

Then when I checked the e-mail, I got a small flood of messages from my brother all the way to The Anime Chamberlain openly wondering whether I should come home to Toronto. I'm now considering my options seriously; so much so that I have even sent my private students, Speedy and the juku boss a mass mailing about possibly running for the border. I can imagine the response I will get from Speedy about this.

Of course, leaving the city I've called home for over 16 years...even under these trying times...isn't easy for me. But I'm a pragmatist and I really don't want to be dosed with the equivalent of 100 X-ray treatments. At this time, the Canadian government hasn't sent the word for we Canucks to get out of Dodge...yet, so perhaps getting that Air Canada ticket won't be too much of a problem. But I've got my passport on me as well as a change of clothes in the bag that I usually reserve for textbooks. And I'm just about ready to withdraw a good chunk of my dwindling bank account just in case things go pear-shaped. As an alternative, I may bite the bullet and grab a Bullet to Osaka and get the plane from there.

Strangely enough, I've got friends who are visiting Japan: The Dancer and her family are in Okinawa, scheduled to return to Tokyo on Friday. The Anime Chamberlain and The Anime King are somewhere in Asia, and The Iconoclast and Automan are planning to come over in April. All these people are now weighing their options deeply.

In any case, this may go down as one of the biggest moments in my life.

Strangely enough, this is the 3rd day in a row that my neighbourhood has managed to escape a rolling blackout.

Monday March 14, 1:25 p.m.

I guess there's another "reassuring" thing that denotes some form of normality in the first post-quake weekday: Speedy and Ms. Efficiency bickering about some sort of formality. I almost regret that she'll be leaving in a couple of weeks.

Today is White Day, although I can't see how I would feel like sending chocolates right now. I'm not planning to leave my home tomorrow. The juku boss actually cancelled all classes probably for all this week. She called me up last night to say that she's got family coming in since apparently their facilities are all shut down.

Various folks back home including my sister-in-law have been keeping up a dialogue over the Net thankfully. Automan has said that he and his wife are planning to come over next month, although for obvious reasons, things may change...like a glowing fireball from Fukushima. The Anime Chamberlain and Anime King are still coming this way along with their old compatriot, The Iconoclast. And The Dancer and her family are apparently doing OK despite having felt their very first real tremor.

The Artist should be arriving in another half hour. At this point, it seems like things on the outskirts in terms of commuting are fairly orderly if crowded.

Monday March 14, 11:37 a.m.

As for my new Monday...Tozai Line commuters were repeatedly breaking laws of spatial physics, so much so that I decided to get off one station before my usual get-off point. This was Minami-Sunamachi Station before Toyocho Station where Cozy works. One of the things about life on Tokyo subways during rush hour is that one has to go with the flow (literally) if one is to survive. Normally, I avoid rush hour like the plague but in the new reality after the most horrendous earthquake in Japanese history, I will get used to it. And in a somewhat bizarre way, I welcomed the sardine-like conditions since it was a bit of normalcy to what is, at least for the time being, a very abnormal time. Now, the subway opens to the left from my station up until Minami-Sunamachi where doors open on the right. Considering the crushed conditions, there was no way I was physically going to be able to get out in time even if I called "Orimasu!" (Getting off here!)which is what subway etiquette dictates. So I decided to get off at that station and get a bit of exercise since I got into town a full hour before Cozy's lesson.

And actually, it was the first time that I had ever gotten off at Minami-Sunamachi. As the picture shows, it's just a community of danchi apartment blocks all over. I started my first bout of conbini scavenging and searched for batteries since I figured I would need some for my portable radio and the Discman. I was able to find Type 4s for the radio at the first 7-11 I came across and then bought some Type 3s at the next one. In between, I was actually stopped by a cop from the neighbourhood koban. In a O. Henryesque twist, he actually asked me questions. They were about the commuting situation on the subway. I told him that things were basically filled to the brim underground.

The exercise did me good and I actually even had time to have some coffee at the shop near Cozy's office. Of course, Cozy and I started our talk on the events of Friday. Cozy and his wife are actually gonna be moving apartments tomorrow. He's dreading the situation of another major aftershock hitting Tokyo during the move.

Things were still pretty crazy on the Tozai although the drain unplugged by the time we reached Otemachi Station. It was looking downright normal by the time I reached my transfer station of Iidabashi. I was waiting a bit longer than usual for the Oedo train since the sign said that there would be a 6-7 minute wait between trains...a bit longer than the usual morning rush. But I got into Speedys with plenty of time since The Artist won't be coming in until 2 p.m. today. And I got word from Mr. Swank via the bossman that he has cancelled his lesson today. I had been fully expecting that since he's the big guy for one of the nation's companies producing sea barrier tetrapods. He will be busy for the next several days, I imagine.

So it'll be a light day for me. Cozy, The Artist and then Kirk to wrap up tonight. I heard beforehand from the bossman that Miss Genki will be busy with the year-end financial stuff at her company...and probably other matters as well.

As for me, I'm still concerned about those faulty nuclear plants and that supposed major aftershock.

Ah, the McDonalds picture? That is the branch that I usually go to by Toyocho Station. Luckily, I woke up early enough to have a proper breakfast at home. As you can see, there's quite a line for those Sausage McMuffins. And even passing by the supermarket on the walk over to Speedy's, there was a mass of shoppers waiting to get in and hoard up on stuff. Get used to the new consumer reality!

Monday March 14, 11:25 a.m.

The sun rises again on Ichikawa in my neighbourhood at the ripe time of 6 a.m. in the morning. Considering the past 72 hours, I think all of us in the Kanto can be grateful that at least we've got a decent Monday going up to 18 C.

However, the trains are operating at much lower frequency due to the government order for all of us to conserve energy. And this showed in today's rush hour...which was truly a crowded one. The shot to the right was at Minami Sunamachi Station on the platform on the Tozai Line. This was at 7 a.m. and it



was packed to the gills. Normally, this would be the case at the peak of rush hour at 8 a.m. but we commute to the beat of a different drum for the time being.

Not only are we conserving energy but the government pulled the unprecedented feat of formulating and executing new policy in less than 12 hours. Rolling blackouts have been instituted all over the Kanto and Tohoku areas starting this morning. In the Kanto, we've been divided into 5 areas of which Ichikawa belongs to Group 2. We were supposed to be undergoing our blackout...twice...from 9:20 a.m. to 1 p.m. and then again from 6:20 p.m. to 10 p.m. But I heard from Cozy (yes, duty still calls) that the blackouts have been cancelled for the time being. Still keeping my eyes and ears open, though.

Sunday March 13, 2:35 p.m.

This was the sight that greeted me when I finally got home after my 5-hour odyssey commuting post-quake. I had been expecting that there would be a mess, and sure enough, there were CDs, a useless computer monitor on the tatami. Also, my DVD player and my microwave were also down. But surprisingly not out. Despite the fact that my oven fell all the way from the top of the fridge, it was still working as usual.

It took an hour to clean the whole mess up but I wasn't exactly sleepy since I was rather rapt at the around-the-clock coverage. As Piers Morgan said, it was indeed the Worst Quake. For past major quakes, the Japanese would label them as Dai-shinsai or Great Quakes. This was the first time that I'd ever seen "Kyodai-shinsai" or Super-Great Quake.

The past couple of days have been interesting to say the least. Even though the Tohoku area up north has basically been destroyed, even Tokyo and Chiba have been affected. Yesterday, I found out that my gas was offline (and probably will be for a couple of weeks according to the gas company), and now my water is now gone, too. Luckily, I filled up my tub with water...of the brown variety. Not sure when that will be back. There has been a run on food and daily supplies at the supermarkets and convenience stores. I bought some mineral water and may even try some oolong tea sponge baths when I get home.

My relatives in Osaka have contacted me to make sure I was OK. And I was able to reach my worried mother and sister-in-law. Of course, they nagged me about making sure I had enough money and my passport ready to take off.

It's been taihen definitely. We've had the Mother of All Quakes, then a gigantic tsunami and now we may even be facing a nuclear meltdown at the two Fukushima power plants. It's playing out like an Irwin Allen triple feature. Even the Tokyo Canadian Embassy has sent out a warning about avoiding non-essential travel to the surrounding prefectures including my Chiba. Ouch.

Sunday March 13, 2:18 p.m.

Yup, these scenes just brush the surface of what Friday March 11 was like. This was the day of The Big One (probably)...the day of the Gigantic Tohoku-Kanto Earthquake, the largest temblor to have ever hit Japan in its history.

The picture to your right is a smashed glass pane at the front of the Maynds Building in Shinjuku near the station. I often teach The New Yorker at the Starbucks there. Luckily for us, that pane seems to have been the only casualty in that part of the neighborhood.

To the left were the escapees from the skyscrapers just behind The Maynds Building. Of course, they all had their cellphones out taking pictures and gawking understandably at seeing the huge structures swaying like palm trees.

The very top picture was at Shinjuku Station at about 8 p.m. Unsurprisingly, hundreds of people were all lined up like centipedes waiting for buses and the streets themselves were filled to brimming with commuters who had decided to trek it home on foot.

It was a 5-hour odyssey to get back to Ichikawa from Shinjuku, in itself a minor miracle considering that the trains and subways were offline. I walked from Speedy's in Nakano-Sakaue all the way to Shinjuku Nishi-Guchi Station on the Toei Oedo Line under JR Shinjuku and had to walk against the massive flow of commuters heading away from downtown. I ended up waiting at Nishi-Guchi for about an hour before hearing that the Oedo Line was back in operation. But then I hit a brick wall in the form of the Tozai Line, my home line, which was still down. I waited at Iidabashi Station for over an hour to no avail...watching commuters asking and even chatting with the station officials. although there was one irate moron berating one of the younger station staffers.

I ended up taking Oedo Line again over to Monzen-Nakacho Station since at least that would take me a bit more east and therefore closer to home. Plus, Monzen-Nakacho is also on the Tozai, but didn't really have any hope that the train would be back online and sure enough, it wasn't. The Oedo Line was packed to the gills...probably 200% capacity but managed to survive while some junior high school girls nonchalantly exchanged that they go through sardine-like conditions on a daily basis during their commutes.

Once I got out on street level at Monzen-Nakacho, I had been hoping that I could somehow catch a taxi back home, but the streets were jam-packed with cars. So, I had resigned myself to a long walk home but then when I reached the next station, Kiba, I overheard one of the police officers standing by the entrance that the Tozai line had finally come back online. I cheated commuter hell.

Friday March 11, 4:50 p.m.

Well, this will be one Friday I'll remember. I was sipping my latte in the Shinjuku Starbucks when I started getting that now-familiar feeling of a temblor underneath my feet. Ach, I said. Probably a Shindo 2 or 3. Then, things started going cinematic. The decorative lights started swinging like pendula and the glasses started tinkling and with growing intensity. And I was moving...without intending to. And then I did something I thought I had never done in one of these quakes....me and the rest of the Starbucks clan got out of Dodge (or the Maynds Building) as soon as possible. And then I saw something I thought I would never see...whole buildings were swinging to and fro....and I'm just standing in an area that probably has the highest density of skyscrapers in the entire city. Nice knowing me.

Still, I'm here, I got my latte and I was able to teach The New Yorker although the two of us did have to vacate the premises for 15 minutes when a Shindo 4 aftershock rumbled through. Transportation lines are down all over the city so I'm not even sure I'll be able to make it to Urayasu for the juku lessons tonight. In any case, I think my reunion with The Journo is now gone since he had once told me that if there were a huge quake, standard operating procedure at all media outlets is to report for assignment at headquarters. Since he is working for NTV, that would be Shiodome. There are dozens of people camped outside of the Shinjuku Kinko's where I'm typing this right now, and I've got a feeling that I'll be here for quite a while longer.

Apparently, the cellphone networks are down which means I've been seeing another first in a long time...lineups for public phones. Not sure how I'm gonna contact the juku boss.

Mixi and Facebook have been busy with Twitter-like postings from various folks such as Miss Viva and Shrek.

Anyways, more on this later. I'm gonna reconnoiter.

Thursday March 10, 9:35 p.m.

Finished for the day. Just waiting for La Fille to finish her stuff up since I'm supposed to be locking up tonight. I guess the bossman's missus would prefer to stay inside her room. Like the ideal boss' wife, she was kind enough to bring us some Japanese confections known as dorayaki for us to nosh on before we take off for home.

Heard from The Carolinan tonight that her sister, The New Yorker, doesn't seem to be enjoying Hong Kong too much. I'm supposed to be seeing her tomorrow for her lesson so I guess I'll get the full story then.

Mrs. Thursday was jovial as ever. However, her Hina Matsuri dinner didn't suit her too well. Apparently, the majority of the 10 dishes at the Chinese restaurant were far too spicy for her liking.

Well, I was able to get my taxes filled out for delivery tomorrow and even get stuff done for The Journo and The Restauranteur at the juku. Not too shabby.

Thursday March 10, 6:15 p.m.

Had my regular dinner of karaage bento (fried chicken box lunch) and something called Honey Milk Tea courtesy of Lipton. There was also a Union Jack on the carton....I guess there's something about Honey Milk which brings about memories of Great Britain.

Thursday March 10, 5:21 p.m.

I haven't gotten one of these in a while....pretty much an empty afternoon between lessons. I had been thinking about going over to Shinjuku to pick up another Krispy Kreme dozen for the staff here, but decided to forego it, especially since I don't have that much money on hand and I don't really want to hit the bank again for another re-supply. I'd been thinking that it might be nice to get a box as an expression of White Day but came to the conclusion that it would all be an exercise in gladhanding...at least for now since I'll probably pick a box up next week just after the artificial holiday.

I basically spent most of the afternoon on Internet surfing. Took a look at the Futurama Wiki for a short bit. I've finished off Season 3 although I still have a few more commentaries to go. I've always enjoyed the chat amongst the crew there.

Apparently, I've gotten the word from Amazon that my Volume 4 of "SCTV" is ready to go. But I'm still waiting for the pay ID. However, they had told me earlier that the SCTV biography book is now of print. Looks like I'll have to wait for my next trip to Toronto to search for that. But that coffeetable book of Second City seems to be just hanging around at the Shibuya branch of Tower Records. I may just grab that.

Anyways, time to get some dinner before The Carolinan comes over in an hour.

Thursday March 10, 2:41 p.m.



Finished up with The Shareholder. Nice enough guy but he's just not the most talkative fellow by his own admission. Taciturn would be the perfect adjective for him. Well, at least I got him into the chapter where I excel...The Future. I introduced the concepts of utopia and dystopia, and tried to use various sci-fi movies as examples. He may not seem all that eager about it, but I will enjoy myself...at the very least, to keep myself from nodding off.

As you can see from the picture on your right, those are chocolates. And March 14th is White Day...the second commercial excuse in a month for folks to give the sweet stuff. Over here, Valentine's Day is for the women to give stuff to men while next Monday is the other way around. And both came most likely from the enterprising minds at Fujiya, the country's most famous confectioners with the ever-smiling Peko-chan. In any case, men everywhere are now hitting various chocolatiers like ants on sugar this week so that they can give their loves or fellow sapphic workmates another step toward diabetes. That would include me. I've already given the first package to Mrs. Prissy...basically, I'm returning favors to those ladies who have already given me chocolates. Today is my package to The Carolinan...a box of 9 pieces of chocolate from Morozoff. Then her sister gets her package tomorrow in Shinjuku. After that, I've got 8 more women to satisfy....in terms of chocolate.

Thursday March 10, 1:05 p.m.

An early Thursday as usual, since The Patent Attorney had his lesson today. But although it's a long day, it's not too intense. I just have four lessons with The Shareholder, The Carolinan and Mrs. Thursday yet to come. Some nice gaps in between. I managed to fill out the official tax return to hand in...along with my cash tomorrow morning at Ichikawa Tax Office out in the boonies.

Mind you, for about an hour, Ms. Efficiency and I found ourselves without any power due to a blown fuse. The bossman was busy for about two teaching a student. We searched for the breaker switches to no avail; we were later to find out that they were located in the private residential area so there was no way to access them. No big problems, though. The two of us had some quiet time reading books.

Yesterday's quake which gently jostled The Artist and me during our lesson was actually quite powerful up in the Tohoku region. It reached a 5 minus on the Shindo scale or about M7.2. In any case, anything that gets into 5 automatically has NHK and every reporter in the country on standby alert, according to The Journo. Things went to Shindo 3 here in the Kanto although I thought things were somewhat gentler. I guess I've really gotten used to tremors.

The Dancer and her family are en route to this country since The Dancer and her troupe are performing once more somewhere here. However, I won't see them probably until the 19th when they actually arrive in Tokyo. I have to figure out the easiest route to The Ramen Museum from the Keio Plaza Hotel in Shinjuku where they will be staying.

MB tried to invite me over to this place for a Friday session of DVDs since The Satyr is apparently going over then, but of course, I've got my three students at the juku. But The Bohemian was more successful since he asked about my situation on Saturday. I'll be meeting him at the usual spot in Shibuya.

I checked Mixi again to see if The Loon had given her latest rants on anything. It was all pretty quiet on that front.

Wednesday March 9, 1:04 p.m.

Well, I've made it past entry 3,800. Another 200 to go and maybe I can get upgraded to Business Class.

I have confirmed that my latest Mixi friend is a bit of a loon. This was the woman who asked to be my friend and then started haranguing me about providing a PROPER profile page and correcting my Japanese writing...not that I resent the last part...I can always use critiquing when it comes to my written languague skills. However, her method strikes me as being very Lucy Van Pelt on acid. On Monday, I put up an update on Mixi for which she corrected me my use of kanji. I acknowledged it and half-expected that she would correct me on my acknowledgement. It's been 2 days since I had last logged on, and in the interim she put up five separate rambling updates (this is open to everyone) in very fractured English complaining about a Mixi friend's apparent refusal to open up to her. He is still on my list of Mixi friends but when I checked his list out, The Loon was no longer up there...which pretty much confirmed my suspicions that she needs some professional help. She's still up on my list...for now, but if she starts going off the deep end with me, I'll dump her as quickly as possible. I had expected that I would get that one nutcake in either Facebook or Mixi...pretty much inevitable in a democratic SNS. I got a second opinion via Ms. Efficiency (who also has her own issues) and even she blurted out diplomatically that this loon sounded rather f***ed up.

Just had the one lesson with The Artist today. As is often the case, she was about 15 minutes late but this time it was due to her taxi having to negotiate all sorts of construction sites. During the lesson, we had a small quake which may result in some tsunami hitting the northern Pacific shore so NHK is on the case right now.

I'll be heading out within the next 10 minutes to Shinjuku since I have to pick up some more White Day gifts....these will be for The Sisters of State (The Carolinan and The New Yorker) in return for their chocolates last month on Valentine's Day. It will be kinda hard to top the veggie chocolate that I got from one of them, though. However, I will scour the basement floor underneath Takashimaya Times Square.

Yesterday when I met The Beehive, there was a mistake in the scheduling at the community square which has been our home for the past few months. That will teach them for reserving too far ahead. Basically, there was no room for us there so the four of us just jammed in one of the waiting areas. Luckily, none of the staff passed by to catch us. There was no such mistake between Swank and myself this time despite the accident of last week.

At the juku, The Juggler, the newest student in my flock there, has been coming along nicely. Beforehand, the boss was back on form and badgering one of her students to do better with some math problems. The Milds had a rare 90-minute session with me since they had to make up a lost lesson. I tried one of my PASSPORT lessons as a supplement which they appreciated far better than the usual Side by Side exercises since the Travel English was more relevant to them.

Monday March 7, 7:28 p.m.

Well, it looks like I got a bit of a lucky break in the form of Miss Genki. She dotakyaned...slang for suddenly cancelled. She couldn't make it but I still get paid. She phoned us up about 20 minutes before her class was to begin to say that she's mired down in work. I answered the phone...not too often I do that since I'm not very good at telephone Japanese...and she let me know. The funny thing is that it took her 2 minutes to realize that she was talking to me since I was using my politest Japanese as would be the case when dealing on the phone. We made each other's day.

In any case then I get some relief from my Hump Day.

However, Prime Minister Kan can't buy a break to save him. Another Cabinet minister has had to leave the nest....and this time, it's a high-profile one. Foreign Minister Maehara proverbially fell on his sword today since he had taken a political donation from a non-citizen, which is illegal under Japanese law. Actually, the citizen in question is a permanent Korean resident...which doesn't particularly seem too offensive since he was not only a permanent resident, but a zainichi...which means he was born here. But a non-Japanese is non-Japanese to the government no matter if he/she had been born and raised up in this country. To be frankly honest, I didn't think much of Maehara...and for that matter, any of the elite in the ruling Democratic Party of Japan (DPJ). Their tenure for the past couple of years has been disappointing to say the least. But I'd thought that either Maehara or the former Foreign Minister Okada would inevitably be following Kan once he resigns....which will most likely be sooner rather than later this year. But now, I can't even be sure that the party itself will survive beyond this year.

Monday March 7, 6:28 p.m.

Four down, three to go in my Mega-Hump Day. I've got a back-to-back-to-back starting in about half an hour with Miss Genki, Kirk and then The Businesswoman. Luckily, the major snow we got in the morning dramatically disappeared by the time I made my walk over to teach Mr. Swank. It was a switch in terms of health conditions from last week. He was jolly while I was somewhat ailing from my hay fever. He and his family are heading over to Okinawa starting tomorrow with Swank and the kids following him on Wednesday since I will be seeing her tomorrow afternoon in Roppongi provided that I can get there in time from The Beehive session.

Unfortunately, it looks like that nose spray seems to have provided only the briefest of relief so I ended up getting the Benza Block once more at the drug store on the way over to teach Mr. Swank. Even with the precipitation, it looks like that pollen was still making a beeline for my sinuses. It's gonna be a long hay fever season.

I continued with my weekly Saturday morning viewing of old movies. This past Saturday, it was "Kiss Me Stupid", a sex farce of sorts made in the mid-60s. But this didn't have Rock Hudson or Doris Day. Instead it had Dean Martin, Ray Walston of "My Favorite Martian" fame (or if you're a Trekkie, he played Boothby the Starfleet Academy gardener), and a post-"Vertigo" Kim Novak. A rather odd trio, to say the least. And frankly speaking, for a Billy Wilder movie, a bit of a misfire. In fact, it never really did catch fire for me, and after about 40 minutes, I came across that Piers Morgan interview with Charlie Sheen, and that event pretty much destroyed any residual interest in the old movie.

Besides that, my surprisingly open weekend involved catching episodes from "Futurama" and "Robot Chicken". Rather appreciated the opportunity to get away from teaching for a couple of days.

Monday March 7, 12:44 p.m.

If it's Monday, it must be snow. Or it is the eternally metamorphosizing precipitation.. For the second Monday in a row, Tokyo has gotten an onslaught of rain, sleet and wet snow within the course of a few hours. When I left Cozy's office this morning in Toyocho, the 5-minute walk to the station saw a steady rain turn into frozen rain, and by the time I got to Nakano-Sakaue some 40 minutes later, I was witness to a huge wave of flurries. There has been some accumulation so far but the blizzard has tapered to just a few small flurries...for now.

Unfortunately, despite the precipitation, my hay fever has been giving me no end of woe. Although The Artist said that she was also under the curse of attacking pollen, I was by far the worse affected even though I took a few whiffs of my nose spray. I've got the mask on now as Mrs. Prissy should be here in about 10 minutes.

It's a huge Hump Day today as well since along with the 3 students I've already mentioned, there are 4 more to go on the conveyor belt including The Businesswoman who'll be filling in the very last slot after Kirk tonight.

The Overachiever canceled his lesson on Wednesday which would've met a midweek holiday for me but The Artist decided to come in for the same slot. I can't really complain though since that is the only lesson I have on Wednesday, and I actually got a full 2 days off this past weekend (very rare indeed) due to Mr. Jyuppie doing a dotakyan yesterday morning. So, although I lost 7,500 yen in income I was able to save myself a long train ride and could enjoy a second consecutive day of slumming it at home. However, I did use one of those Sunday hours doing my tax return...actually, the dry run of it. I will be filling out the real thing in a couple of days so that I can pay my share on Friday morning.

Friday March 4, 2:06 p.m.

I made a new Mixi buddy over the past few days. Over the past couple of years since I've become an active member of the Japanese SNS, I've made quite a few Mixi friends such as Miss Viva and I've even had a few students become Mixi buddies such as Cozy, The Bass and The Intellectual. And I haven't had to question any of my choices to allow them into my little circle until now.

This one I made through a mutual Mixi buddy in one of my communities. Facebook also has clubs but the ones on Mixi seem to be more active. Anyways, this lady (I've got no idea about her age so I'm not sure how young or old she is) asked if she could be my Mixi buddy since we share the same community in music, so I let her in. Then over the past few days she kinda lectures me like a schoolmaster about how my profile page should look while she publicly plays nice with me in the communities. In a way, her personality sounds like our bipolar Ms. Efficiency at Speedy's. Nothing too serious now but I'm keeping my guard up about this one.

Friday March 4, 12:09 p.m.

Back at the I-Cafe since I've got a huge wedge of time between The Bass and the juku hour tonight. Looks like the new regimen of Toastmasters speechwork and pronounciation practice is working out pretty well with my drumming student.

We're into March and I've gone into my final 2 DVD sets, the 3rd seasons of "Robot Chicken" and "Futurama". Although the two styles of comedy are different, there is much hilarity to be had from both of them. From the former, it's been The Thundercats parody while from the latter, it's been "Amazon Women in the Mood". I've been happy to hear that "Futurama" had come back from the dead a la "Family Guy" although my impression is that the tone may have changed to a certain extent. I guess my only regret is that once I finally get through the two sets along with their commentaries, I may be forced to return to Japanese TV. Well, there's always going through "SCTV" again.

Thursday March 3, 8:14 p.m.

Things have been pretty quiet here at Speedy's for the past couple of hours since it's just Speedy and his wife here. Ms. Efficiency has gone home and La Fille has gone home to Kagoshima for the weekend. I've just got The Music Man left before I finish my weekly Hump Day, but I've spent this long break working on Cozy's latest translation request. Pretty straightforward stuff; I've already translated half of it although it isn't due for another week. I should be able to get the rest of it done by early next week.

The big news this week hasn't been the Christchurch Quake (although we're still waiting for the inevitable official notification of death of those missing Japanese there) or the Libyan Crisis. Instead, it's been the discovery that there has been some major Net-influenced cheating in university entrance exams. With some unintended help from Yahoo Q&A, a probable group of enablers assisted a few overambitious test takers in getting through their tests. As far as I know, the police haven't found out who pulled it off, but it seems as if it's going to be very hard to find even the ones who did the actual cheating.

Thursday March 3, 10:01 a.m.

It's another Hina Matsuri Day...the Girls' Festival. There'll be multi-level displays of dolls in a lot of homes today.

Yesterday, I met up with La Fille and Bay by the Shinjuku Station West Police Box. Bay came back to Tokyo for 3 weeks of vacation from her new life in Seattle. The three of us went to a tonkatsu place up in one of the Shinjuku department stores over the station followed by coffee in the Euro Cafe in the basement Odakyu shopping mall. We did the usual catching up and some venting about the bossman and Ms. Efficiency.

Speaking of whom...I guess it shouldn't have come as any surprise but it did come with some relief when I heard late on Monday night that Efficiency has decided to part company with Speedy at the end of this month. Speedy himself was quietly quite happy about the change in personnel. So, basically by the Summer, Speedy will only have Ms. Schmooze as the only old-guard staffer since I will be leaving as well. In any case, Ms. Efficiency's 7 months here had plenty of sturm und drang that this school really could have done without.

001 showed up for her first lesson in 3 weeks. As usual, we started with any reports on her idol, Masaki Aiba of Arashi. She's been faithfully watching his latest series "Bartender" on TV Asahi on Friday nights. And she and her fellow Arashi buddy have applied for studio audience tickets for one of the group's shows on NTV.

Bay arrived during 001's lesson...and after Ms. Efficiency's departure since Bay got rather spooked out by our description of our soon-to-be-erstwhile colleague. Speedy was of course delighted to see her, and the whole bunch of us ended up having dinner across the street at a Korean place. The bossman has been there about 5 times in the past 2 months so he's been designated as a regular. The salt-of-the-earth female owner basically ordered the dishes for us. Considering we were all rather tired, we didn't mind the bit of pushiness at all. I had a draft and a makgeolli...the milky Korean liquor....I didn't get a hangover but it did aggravate my hay fever somewhat.

Got home at midnight and then ended up coming back here by 7:30 this morning, thus reminding me why I've decided to leave Speedy's. I have a fairly busy day today. I just had The Patent Attorney for the first time in 3 weeks. Grandma FON will be here in about 45 minutes, followed by The Shareholder and The Artist. The Artist, by the way, has renewed for another 24 sessions which probably means that she'll be ending her new contract around the time I leave. Then it'll be The German and The Music Man to wrap up.

Wednesday March 2, 4:41 p.m.

It would seem that March may be the month for meglomaniacs. We've got two so far: one is teetering on the edge of death or downfall, the other is simply teetering on the edge of insanity or good taste. There is Colonel Muammar Gadhafi (Khadafy, Kadaffi, etc.) who seems to insist that he is beloved by his entire population and that there is no revolt taking place....I guess he really likes sitting in front of his mirror. I'm sure the psychiatrists and psychologists would love to bring him in as a test case in delusional narcissism.

Then there is the American homegrown version, currently known as Charlie Sheen (although names like Mel Gibson and Lindsay Lohan have been bandied about). It's been a publicist's nightmare (and his has abandoned him) and a journalist's (and a late-night show host's) dream for the son of the former Ramon Estevez to go off on full auto in front of the cameras. He's basically and gleefully admitted that he is a raging drug addict and a troublemaker, and that all of his troubled brethren in Hollywood are a bunch of losers for seeking professional help. All I can say is that "Piers Morgan Tonight" will be the place to be for millions since Sheen will be showing up there tonight. Early in the year, Piers Morgan stated in his promos that he wants every night to be an event. This walking reality show will be THAT event. And from what I've seen in the clips, he won't let anyone down. Dr. Phil, Oprah, Donahue and perhaps even Dr. Joyce Brothers will be dogpiling.

Monday February 28, 5:46 p.m.

The precipitation has largely gone away so there is a chance that we may avoid the whiteout from 2 weeks ago.

I've been loving my Saturdays off. Mind you, I miss The Intellectual and The Publicity Agent but being able to sleep in late and watch classic movies on Saturday mornings make up for it big time. A couple of Saturdays ago, it was "The Apartment" with Jack Lemmon and Shirley McLaine. Last Saturday, it was "Judgement at Nuremburg" with Spencer Tracy. To me, the movie struck me as being a cinematic crossroads between Golden Age Hollywood and the contemporary era. There were the veterans such as Spencer Tracy, Burt Lancaster, Judy Garland and Montgomery Clift; with the exception of Lancaster who would keep on making movies for at least another couple of decades, the others were getting close to their swan songs. Then there were the new folks such as William Shatner some 5 years before he set foot on the USS Enterprise, Richard Widmark and a very youthful Maximillian Schell.

Plotwise, it was also a crossroads as the epic trial bridged Nazi Germany and the new postwar reality of a Germany as a bulwark against the Soviets. The movie went on for about 3 hours, but the pacing was such that it did fly by fairly quickly. It was all centered on the trial but there were dramatic tangents such as Judge Haywood's friendly dalliance with Mrs. Bertholt, played by Marlene Dietrich, and the brief scenes of an anguished defense attorney, Hans Rolfe, pleading with defendant Ernst Janning for a bit of cooperation. Still, in the courtroom, the shark-like Rolfe came off as every inch of the foil against bulldog prosecutor Colonel Lawson. Their verbal swordplay was a definite highlight as was the actual footage of the horrifying concentration camps. The shots of virtually mummified prisoners would make people cringe now; I can only imagine what reactions they must have evoked in 1961.

What was also interesting for a movie made in 1961 was that there was a relatively un-neat, somewhat bittersweet ending. Haywood's final verdict on the four Nazi judges was unpopular and cost him a friendship with Mrs. Bertholt although it was seen as the right decision by even Ernst Janning. Still, at the end of the movie, there was the final script that none of the people jailed in the Nuremburg Trials were still in jail. Politics trumped justice...was the final postscript.

The movie was actually a dramatization and not a recreation of The Judges' Trial in Nuremburg. Perhaps there weren't any major fireworks in the true trial but for me, one of the measures of a good movie is not just the entertainment value but also whether it gets me to do something. After seeing "Judgement at Nuremburg", I now have an interest in not only reading about the postwar aftermath but also on the entirety of World War II.

Monday February 28, 2:51 p.m.

Just when the Haru Ichiban winds brought virtually summer-like conditions to the Kanto on Friday, The New Yorker and I encounter wet snow outside in Shinjuku today. The Little Dancer, my old university clubmate, was remarking on the weird weather in Tokyo. I had thought she was a bit off the mark, but when I saw the fluffy stuff descending on me an hour ago, I thought a bit of Toronto meterology had arrived in The Big Sushi. I just wonder if there will be a repeat of the snowstorm of 2 weeks ago.

In any case, I'm typing this over at the Shinjuku Kinko's and am probably gonna end up paying 1,000 yen for just the hour. But I do this since when I finish with Mr. Swank, I have to rush back to Speedy's and do a tripleheader with Ms. Prissy, Ms. Genki and Kirk. No time for any recreational blogging. Plus, I gotta do a quick prep for The Overachiever's lesson on Wednesday.

Bay is back in town after several months in Seattle. She actually lives there now with her hubby, so she's just visiting. After The Overachiever's lesson on Wednesday, I'm planning to meet up with her and La Fille for a late lunch....presumably in Shinjuku. I'm only half-joking when I say that it'll be a gripe session. I'm sure Bay will hear about Ms. Efficiency's reign of terror.

Just read the results of The Oscars which have just finished. I'm assuming the stars are now drinking and dancing it up at Swifty Lazar's or at some LA hotspot. No big surprises...."The King's Speech" scored the important awards and Natalie Portman got Best Actress. It was nice to hear Christian Bale got Best Supporting Actor in "The Fighter". And "Inception", my favorite movie of 2010, got 4 awards although they were of the technical variety.

Not sure what this week will bring.

Friday February 25, 9:52 a.m.

My professional day today is just 1 hour and 15 minutes long, and that will take place much later in the evening at the juku. I'll just have the boss and The Restauranteur for their lessons. Since Swank's frantic re-scheduling call yesterday, I've got virtually the entire day free. So I am here at the I-Cafe for the next few hours. Then, I'll be stopping off at Maruzen to see if I can pick up a textbook for the newest student at the juku before heading into Akiba to pick up cologne. Yep, you heard me...there is a duty-free shop on the main drag that sells cheapo...and most likely fake...scented water. The Iconoclast, my old friend from years back and one of The Anime King's court, is heading over here sometime next month and has asked me if I could pick up a couple of prepaid phones with charged cards. I'm not quite sure if I can pick up two since the authorities are pretty antsy about who gets the phones. I have to provide a picture ID and a Japanese address which I can do...for one phone. Apparently, in the past, the prepaid phones have been used for illicit activities here.

Speaking about that latest student at the juku, she's this young lady whose hobbies include juggling. That would be a first for me. Also, I heard from the boss that one of her motivations for studying English is that the lass had had a rather traumatic experience at US Immigration at one of the airports there...I would say that she is far from alone in that respect. But I think she needs to get her groove back for speaking English. I intend to help her in my mission. It almost sounds like the plot from "The King's Speech". Mrs. Travel from The Beehive went to see the preview screening on Tuesday so it won't be long before the probable Oscar winner will get full release here. It's definitely on my must-see list.

Speaking of students, I subbed for Speedy and taught The Magician for the first time in several months on Wednesday afternoon. She requested some help for her English introduction for a show that she was to have performed yesterday at an onsen in Kurashiki. So I gave her my finest showtime intro. I also gave her some help in her banter while she performed her trick of Rings. At one point, she was to say that she needed some hana no abura to help out in multiplying the number of rings in her hands. Basically, she was referring to the oil or sweat on her nose...which I could only gather was a Japanese thing in magicians' circles. Basically, I could only translate it as "nose oil"....not exactly a very desirable expression to say to a foreign audience (apparently, The Magician said that her audience in the hot spring would be two-thirds non-Japanese), but it was certainly better than the alternative, "nose powder". I didn't want her to give the shocking impression that cocaine was involved, although it has been used for some other "magical" experiences.

I also spoke with La Fille as we made our way to the subway last night after the school closed up for the night. She confided that she would be leaving Speedy's in June; her departure had been known for some time but not the exact when. I then told her that I would be leaving the school in the same month. She also pointed out that she would definitely not miss the fireworks between Miss Efficiency and the bossman....something that finally drove Ray out to Germany. We did get some photos from Ray, by the way...looks like the smiles have come back to her. More beer and less stress will do that to one.

Friday February 25, 9:35 a.m.

Lovely day here....going up to a bloody balmy 19 C! Of course, as with all things in life, there are consequences. Over here, that means the cedar pollen will be billowing everywhere in the Kanto because of the newfound warmth. Indeed, Hay Fever Season has come. When I was putting out the laundry on the line, I immediately got that little tickle in my nose which signified that some of those grains had infiltrated my nasal cavities like so much Al Qaeda in Libya...that is, if Colonel Qaddafi can be believed. It's almost surreal how the Middle East and North Africa have been changing in the last few weeks. If anyone had told me around Christmas that governments in Egypt and Libya would be falling, I would have probably accused them of working for "The National Enquirer". Instead, Muammar is looking more and more like a dissipated despot grabbing for the few marbles that he has left.

It has indeed been a very busy week for world media. Not only has The Middle East situation been keeping CNN and BBC up at night, but then there is the Christchurch Earthquake. The media coverage on an internationally comparative level has been interesting, to say the least. The two world news services have started the inevitable transition in language by reporting that the rescue mission is sliding into a recovery one. CNN was especially quite stark by stating Christchurch police reports that they are "100% certain" that noone is now alive in the rubble that used to be the CTV Building. That building also housed a language school with a good number of Japanese students. Obviously, the Japanese media here has swarmed into New Zealand to cover the story, including my own Journo. I saw his report on TV this morning. What has been interesting is that I have yet to hear any Japanese journalist state as baldly as CNN has that there are no survivors; I don't think they have even mentioned that things are looking bleak now that 72 hours have passed. Perhaps that this may be a cultural trait in that the Japanese favor harmony above all else, including truth. But as has been the case in past major earthquakes in the world, miracles have happened. Someone was found in a mass of concrete shards in the last big quake in China a few years ago, about a full week after it had occurred. At this point, miracles will need to happen.

Thursday February 24, 9:27 p.m.

Gonna be the "Doctor Who" fan next and say that he will miss the ol' Brig. I just read that Nicholas Courtney who had played Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart in the original series, passed away a couple of days ago at the age of 81. The "Five Rounds Rapid" guy was basically an honorary companion of the Doctor's although he never really traveled in the TARDIS but was one of the leading figures in the show, notably during The Third Doctor's time in the early 70s. I'm sure he will be sorely missed by all of the Whovians.

On a happier note, The Tenth Doctor's David Tennant has gotten hitched with Georgia Moffett, daughter of The Fifth Doctor, Peter Davison. The intriguing part is not the fact that Georgia will have one parent and one husband who were Doctors Who, but that the future wife of David had played his daughter in the show.

Anyways, I'm done here for tonight. Mrs. Thursday was fine as usual. She'll be away next week since she's celebrating the Hina Festival on the 3rd. I'm just waiting for La Fille to shut things down since she doesn't have the key and the bossman will be several minutes away from coming back home.

Thursday February 24, 7:25 p.m.

I finally got through the entire series of the original "Get Smart" last night. All 5 seasons done. I've connected all the dots amongst the hazy images of scenes I remember from that final season which never got aired beyond its original run...at least, not in Toronto. So I finally got to see the 99 doppelganger, what was up with the Chief and Larrabee taking care of the twins, and the massive hospital brawl while 99 was delivering her kids.

Still, I think it was good that it ended when it did. Final scenes of the final season episodes basically just had Max and/or 99 staring cow-eyed at the camera a bit too much, and it was Larrabee, a character who was virtually mute for half the series, who got the final words of the entire opus.

And still I have yet to finish my entire stash of DVDs from Canada. Mind you, I'll be going through "SCTV" once again. I think there are still "Futurama" and "Robot Chicken" to watch.

I've come back from Shinjuku Starbucks after my lesson with The Carolinan there. I had their Zacher Torte, aka the Chocolate Hockey Puck, along with a tall Caffe Latte. That torte is good but it sits in your stomach like vulcanized rubber.

So, all I have left is Mrs. Thursday. A pretty nice way to end the evening. We haven't spoke on her favorite program, "NCIS" since there haven't been any new episodes and she isn't too keen on the spinoff. But we did have that talk on American TV dinners. I kinda wonder if she did check out National Azabu Supermarket in Hiroo.

Thursday February 24, 12:43 p.m.

Had a 90-minute lesson with Grandma FON. There had been some fears that the ol' gal wouldn't be able to hold up but not a problem. She just kept up the steady stream of conversation like a pro. A very pleasant way to earn 5,000 yen.

As Thursdays go, not too bad a schedule. I've got The Shareholder....and since I have him in the proper classroom today, he should be a lot less jittery than last week. And then I've got The Carolinan in Shinjuku at 5 instead of her customary 6:30 (I decided to circumvent any potential problems with Ms. Efficiency by changing places) before wrapping up with Mrs. Thursday.

Actually, I'm gonna end up with a pretty sparse Friday. I was supposed to see Swank for the first time in over a month tomorrow at the usual place in Roppongi Hills but she frantically called up a couple of hours ago to state that she has to head to work tomorrow and so has to re-schedule to next Tuesday. This means that I've got nothing until that lone hour or so with the juku boss and The Restauranteur late tomorrow night.

Wednesday February 23, 2:43 p.m.

I just had The Overachiever now. He's always been very amiable and very willing to talk. However, I had a brief scare when he told me that he wanted to just do TOEFL Interview practice instead of the interview practice for his universities. However, the ol' brain kicked in to dredge up some questions.

I'm taking care of The Magician in about 15 minutes since Speedy can't teach her. It should be OK, although I don't think there's all that much chemistry between us. It'll be another early night for me since 001 won't be coming in tonight.

Heard about the Christchurch Quake yesterday afternoon. The Milds had just been there less than a fortnight ago on their latest vacation. They have their professor friend living just a few kilometres away from the downtown area in New Zealand. My students were worried about how their friend is but they're taking things in stride. As usual, the Japanese media are doing a full court press on the story since our country is also on The Ring of Fire.

Wednesday February 23, 12:21 p.m.

Well, I finally went to the Fatgroove, that new restaurant in Minami-Aoyama that serves the famed (or infamous) turducken. I was walking around the neighborhood for half an hour since I got there rather early from Shibuya on foot. Minami-Aoyama was frankly rather quiet which will figure large later in my critique.

At 5:30 p.m. I went into the basement where Fatgroove was located. I was the first one in there...and would be the only one in there for the duration of my 90 minutes inside. The interior was nice....kinda like a mix between a well-appointed Western bar and a trendy restaurant. My waiter, who would also end up being my culinary guide and conversation partner since I was the only customer, told me about the 2,800-yen "Order Biking" deal which I went for, since I couldn't get the turducken if I'd gone a la carte. Now, the wording of "Order Biking" must sound like something to do with La Tour De France. Actually, it was supposed to say on the menu "Order Viking" which will sound to all you readers now like something to do with ancient Norwegians. "Viking" over here refers to a buffet, since decades ago the Imperial Viking restaurant in Tokyo's Imperial Hotel apparently started the first all-you-can-eat deal. During my culinary odyssey, I jotted down something for my host to amend that unfortunate wording...."order-as-much-as-you-want" for 2 hours at 2,800 yen.

The turducken came out first. In the METROPOLIS review for this restaurant, the reviewer posed the question, "Is Tokyo ready for Turducken?" Well, up above is the photo of what Fatgroove's image of turducken is: a thin slice of the layered turkey, duck and chicken with a drizzling of au jus and some sauteed vegetables on the side. The average American would take a look at this and either accidentally inhale it or just look at it with some shock. I'd been expecting something a little more bigger....something that would match the presentation of the stuff back in a state like Alabama. As it was, it just struck me as being the ryotei version. So, my answer to the reviewer is "Yep, no doubts....even Tokyo women would be more than ready for this version of turducken".

During the course of my time there, I ended up stuffing down 9 or 10 plates including the turducken, and yep I was stuffed. I think my waiter was worried that I was the Japanese equivalent of Homer Simpson. But I finally did cry "Uncle" after gulping down my plate of chocolate cake. There was the Margarita Pizza, the Caesar Salad, the Spring Rolls, etc. Now, before you remain stuck on that image of Homer, I would like to say that the portions were not quite that big....which brings up the first potential weakness of this ambitious restaurant. I think the name FATGROOVE and the logo of a humongous fellow would probably put off any potential (female) clientele from walking down those stairs, when in actual fact, these were dishes that anyone could share and scarf down.

The other big problem is the drink pricing. Drinks are not included in the Order Viking. And even for a Coke or a coffee, it'll be 650 yen...$7 US! Man, even over here, that would seem like a ripoff even when the first drink is free. Definitely, go for that cocktail but then there are those who eschew the alky. That Order Viking deal may not sound all that great anymore.

Then, there is the location. In the METROPOLIS article, it was mentioned that there had been two other restaurants in that same spot that hadn't lasted too long. Yup, Fatgroove is located on a pretty quiet side street. I did mention that even the main street in Minami-Aoyama looked rather dead. Now, it was a Sunday so people would usually stay at home for dinner on that day, but I'm just worried about how it may be like on the weeknights. I don't think even the gimmick of turducken (especially when the turducken comes out as it is in this place) will bring in the crowds to such a place....definitely not walk-ins.

Having said that, the service was good and the food itself was pretty nice. If it weren't for that drink price....

Monday February 21, 5:40 p.m.

One of the wonderful things about my newfound (if income-less) freedom on Saturdays is that I can sleep in and just chill out. And so it was that I was also able to come across "The Apartment" on cable at last. One of my Mixi buddies, who actually goes by the moniker C.C. Baxter, highly recommended this movie. Never actually found it at the Sale DVD store in Akihabara or even back in Toronto for that matter, so it was with some good luck that I just happened on the channel in the middle of the opening credits.

Having come off his most successful picture in "Some Like It Hot" with Jack Lemmon, Billy Wilder batted another home run with the same Lemmon in "The Apartment" in 1960. Shot in black & white (the last movie of its sort to win the Best Picture Oscar despite the existence of color films for several years). Unlike his role in "Some Like It Hot" (which I have yet to see), Lemmon plays a somewhat more low-key nebbishy cog, C.C. Baxter, in the machine who is forced to run a proto-love hotel of sorts to get up in the ranks. And then he gets that well-needed kick in the pants when he falls for no-nonsense-but-vulnerable Fran Kubelik, the elevator girl, who's in a destructive relationship with sociopathic boss Mr. Sheldrake.

I've certainly known about actors like Shirley McClaine, Jack Lemmon and Fred MacMurray for decades. Jack Lemmon has always been the original Felix Unger on cinema, but my memories of McClaine have recently been more on the fact that she's a scary interviewee and a spirit channeler. And Fred MacMurray has always been the benevolent father on TV's "My Three Sons", so it's been quite the revelation that he'd had a movie career as a bland slimeball on flicks such as this one and "Mutiny on the Caine".

Just like the two leads, the film struck me as being charming and wholly sympathetic, despite being engaged in activity that would've turned heads back in 1960. When I came across the film on Saturday, I was ready to get some laundry done along with some other household errands; it would be a couple of hours before I picked up so much as a finger.

Strangely enough, a Japanese director whose name always escapes me has been a huge Wilder fan, and his films have often reflected his idol's style. And over a decade ago, he actually came up with a 12-episode comedy-drama series that was an homage to "The Apartment" right down to the casting type and its placement in New York City. Takaaki Ishibashi, the actor who had played the wacko Japanese baseball player in the last two of the "Major League" series, was the Sheldrake equivalent. I found it pretty good although it got killed in the ratings since even back in the late 90s, J-dramas had already decided they could only get big from the teen audience.

Thursday February 17, 3:11 p.m.

The 4-hour break between The Artist and Mrs. Prissy is helping me get some stuff done such as prep for tomorrow's lessons at the juku. I have yet to receive any cancellation order from the juku boss concering The Journo, so I'm assuming that he'll be ready to go. I've also been able to check the translation response from Cozy. Basically I'm ready to go for Prissy and the evening lessons.

So I may just have some fun with the Mixi photos.

Dollface came by...the first time and last time I'll probably see her. It was only her second time to visit the new Speedy's since she worked at the kids' school. Her first time was during the big move. She has finished her time with us and will be heading to Hawaii for at least 3 months to help out in a musical there. The bossman told me that he'd been aware that her time at Speedy's would be temporary....just to help launch the kids' school. She left us with some scrumptious cakes....love Japanese culinary tradition.

I bought the latest issue of TIME Magazine back on Monday at Kinokuniya. The cover story definitely peaked my interest: Singularity. Nope, it wasn't about my lone wolf marital status nor had it anything to do with a "Star Trek" or a "Doctor Who" episode. It came across as science-fiction possibly becoming science fact. Singularity, as coined by eccentric scientist Raymond Kurzweil (one wonders if "Ghostbusters" Ray Stantz had been named after him), is "the moment when technological change becomes so rapid and profound, it represents a rupture in the fabric of human history." As it is laid out in the magazine, it apparently refers to the hybridization of Man and Machine by the year 2045.

As a self-confessed geek who sometimes checks in for updates on "Orion's Arm" and who has a passing interest in futurism, I was rather intrigued by the possibilities of what might happen to us in the next few decades. I will be 80 years of age in 2045 so there's a fairly good chance that I will be around....whether it'll be in a retirement home or under a bridge, I'll leave that up to fate. However, Kurzweil will not. He's been on a daily regimen of hundreds of pills just so that he'll be able to make it 2045 in the further hopes that his soul/mind will be uploadable into a computer for immortality. Mind you, he himself will be 98...an age that is no longer seen as impossible...and especially in this country, it's an age that can be considered certainly attainable; Japan is a nation which may boast the highest number of centenarians even now. We can all imagine...barring any major natural or man-made disaster...how many 100-year-olds will be around in the mid-21st century.

Having said that, there was one section in the article which referred to a group of folks who were very attuned to the concept of Singularity. That group kinda struck me as being a bit on the cultish side. And once again, referring to this country, cults aren't exactly seen as being too harmless...et tu, Aum Shinrikyo? And despite the recorded evidence of the exponentially rising speed of technological progress, to place the moment of Man's greatest Technological Leap in history in a year that's decades away just strikes me as being a bit too sensationalistic on the level of a Y2K scare. It's certainly interesting to ponder but I rather doubt I'll be waiting exultantly in my wheelchair by a USB port ready to be sucked into a digital Eden.

Thursday February 17, 12:49 p.m.

Well, The Artist wasn't all that late after all. After having called us up to say that she overshot her transfer station, she managed to stumble in just 5 minutes late. Kept the lesson nice and happy. Found out that next lesson will be her last on her current contract, so she'll have to talk with the parentals about whether to renew or not.

One down, three to go.

I may have mentioned about this relatively new restaurant which opened up in tony Minami-Aoyama called Fatgroove. And as the name intimates, it is an all-you-can-eat place for 2,800 yen, not a bad price at all in this burg. It also has the southern American dish, known as turducken....the Matrioshka Doll of Western cuisine since it involves stuffing a chicken inside a duck which is inside a giant turkey for a major roast. I'm frankly not sure how a behemoth like this will play inside the behemoth of cities, although over the past several years, buffet restaurants and burger joints have swept through Tokyo like a major typhoon. Still, the gimmick factor is there...and Tokyoites do love a gimmick.

I may give it a try sometime this weekend....perhaps after my lessons with The Jyuppies this Sunday.

Thursday February 17, 10:45 a.m.

With The Patent Attorney out of the daily equation, I actually don't have a Hump Day Thursday; just 4 lessons. I've got The Artist, followed by Miss Prissy, Mrs. Thursday and then The Music Man to clean up as usual. And The Artist has just sent her usual phone call to say that she will be late since she got lost at Tameike-Sanno Station (a big station, to be sure); I just said that well, she's an artist.

A couple of weeks ago, La Fille came to me in some frustration to state that Ms. Efficiency got a bit snippy at her about some sort of administrative function. Basically, it seems that a snip from Efficiency has become a trial-by-fire for all staff here. Now, Ms. Efficiency has just come to me admitting that she's a bit intimidated by La Fille because La Fille seems to come across as being some sort of impatient know-it-all....which rather surprises me since La Fille has always been very sweet. However, I do realize that being an administrator and being a teacher are two rather different things. I concealed some mirth at Efficiency's admission. Not sure what I'll do....just stay out of it or talk a bit with La Fille later tonight.

Thursday February 17, 10:22 a.m.

Back at Speedy's after a very rare Wednesday in which I didn't have to head to the school at all. The Overachiever had to cancel, and since 001 couldn't make it last night, I only had The New Yorker over at Shinjuku Starbucks. And then Ms. Efficiency called me up to inform me that The Patent Attorney had to bail this morning due to a cold, so I was spared the usual Thursday early-morning departure. Not too bad.

So I had the fine pleasure of watching the last of my discs in Volume 3 of "SCTV". Got to see the season finale of "The Days of the Week"...which is actually growing on me as I review it for the first time in a couple of decades. Then the disc had a roundtable discussion amongst the cast at some television museum in California back in 1997, some 14 years ago and some 13 years after the very last SCTV episode had aired in the mid-1980s. There were some great moments in the discussion, including a hilarious Andrea Martin moment in which she impersonated the disfigured Ralph Fiennes from "The English Patient".

However, along with the accolades, there were a few awkward moments which just shows that these comedians are very human after all. One was when Catherine O'Hara not-so-smoothly remarked that the day of the roundtable was the anniversary of John Candy's death. She quickly tried to lift things up by also stating that it was also her birthday...which didn't quite work. I guess her improvisational gifts couldn't quite help her out there. In addition, there just seemed to be a bit of tension amongst some of the cast members, notably Eugene Levy who has struck me as being rather tense in the commentaries, especially with the very jovial Joe Flaherty. And then, Rick Moranis stated that the move back to Toronto from Edmonton was the beginning of the end...which may have struck Martin Short a bit since he had joined from the Magder Studios era. Still, I'd have to concur with Moranis' assessment, though Martin Short did bring a marvelous Jerry Lewis, Brock Linehan, Ed Grimley and Robin Williams. It was also notable that even though Robin Duke was up there on the stage, she ended up just being a middle-aged audience member.

Basically, though, when a huge cast comes back for a reunion, I think some family-like discomfiting moments are inevitable. "Star Trek" reunions with the cast on CNN and ABC several years' back were certainly no exception to this rule.

I've enjoyed Volume 3 so much that I've gone back to re-view Volume 1's discs.