Sunday October 8, 1:38 p.m.
Well, unlike the meterological hell that was Friday night, today is downright gorgeous. But like Friday night, I'm typing this from the outside...this time, back at the Shinjuku Kinko's. I would've gone to the Ai Cafe but I figured that it was a bit too far away for me and probably filled with the otakus. Kinko's is somewhat more expensive but I'm currently the only one at a computer booth. Right now, as I type, there is some sort of cheerleader show outside of the Microsoft Bldg where this Kinko's is located going on. As I was coming in, there was a couple of men in eyeball masks entertaining the masses. Some rather odd activities to commemorate Sports Day.
Yesterday was a rare one for me in that I actually had a full day off. Having my hair cut and putting out the mattresses onto the balcony to air out were about as strenuous as it got on Saturday. I was even able to indulge in a long nap. However, I did have to plan for the kids' lessons this morning. Speaking of whom, The Elder was her usual queenly self while The Younger is showing more signs of laziness. I made my yen today.
Skippy called me yesterday to confirm for today's meeting in front of the Shinjuku Koma Theatre for dinner. It'll probably be a party of 5: myself, Movie Buddy, The Sylph, Skippy and The Madame. Strangely enough, we'll be going for Korean; The Madame can't touch the slightest thing spicy without going into a lather but somehow Skip was able to convince her that there is blander fare in the Korean menu. Just wondering if The Madame and MB are gonna get into another dustup about her spirituality again. If so, I'll just focus more on my bibimbap instead. Skippy was rather bouncy...or I should say even bouncier than usual...in our brief conversation on the phone. She had trip through Oz...thoroughly enjoyable for her (she could probably sludge through the infamous Smoky Mountain junkyard in Manila and still find some fun in that) although she did say that there was one moment of panic when she got temporarily lost in a national park.
Actually, I may have two full days of nada coming up this week. Tomorrow, being Sports Day, I've got a national holiday. And then because The Carolinan wanted her lesson to be shifted to this upcoming Saturday, I've got nothing on Thursday as well. But along with The Carolinan, I may have The Coffeemaker and her buddy for their first, so I can perhaps make some cash that day.
Although getting my haircuts isn't exactly a cheap thing, I was happy to get rid of the mop from my head. This time, it was the girl who took care of me for the whole hour. As in any tonsorial establishment around the world, she likes to gab, so I engaged her in any sort of talk under the sun. Luckily, there were the typhoon and that Keiyo Line fiasco to talk about. I would have mentioned something about the new Prime Minister, but I didn't get the feeling that she was the political type.
Speaking of whom, it looks like Shinzo Abe is getting started on his first big task. When Koizumi started his term, he set about pushing that reform with the post office. This time, Abe is gonna be mending fences...fences that got broken by his predecessor over the past 5 years. He's off in China for a dialogue with President Hu, and then he'll be going to South Korea to do the same with its president. Of course, North Korea, which ironically doesn't want to be left out of things despite its nickname of The Hermit Kingdom, is making noise in the form of a threatened nuclear test. Kinda wonder what the United States is talking about when it says that it "won't live with a nuclear North Korea". I wonder if I should get a flight out of here sooner.
Newswise, it looks like a few days after my little rant about the bandwagon-jumping nature of Japanese journalism, those guys have done it again. Drinking & driving has been pushing off the radar screen for the topic du jour of capsized trawlers. Apparently, there have been three of them over the past couple of days. And it looks like...all kidding aside and in all tragedy...there's been another suicide triggered by ijime (bullying). Some poor elementary school girl in Hokkaido decided to hang herself in her classroom after deciding that life wasn't worth living due to her ostracism by her schoolmates. Kids are often cruel but whenever these things happen, I ask myself with all the attention placed on the victim and the circumstances, why hasn't there been any (and I'm not asking for a lot here) focus placed on the so-called perpetrators? Obviously, there is the question of being considered innocent before being judged guilty (a legal theory about as empty of meaning and significance as beer bottles after a night in Shimbashi) but for once, I would just like to see some of those little brats get the spotlight on them and find out why they decided to hound a classmate to death. Are they just kids who went too far with their teasing or are they budding sociopaths who've claimed their first victim? Do they show any remorse or are they cackling inside? And what of their families...do they care that their children may have been responsible for abetting a kid's death?
Just a place to deposit my thoughts on life here in the Kanto and about anything else that sticks to my walls.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Wednesday October 4, 9:27 p.m.
Finished another day at Speedy's. I kept 001 rolling out into the aisles with my brand of humour since she was initially quite sleepy. It also helped that she aced her test of last week. As for 007, it looks like he was under the weather so he did a dotakyan. Ack...that's the way the cookie crumbles. During what would've been his class, I did have the chance to chat with Speedy's wife for a while in the kitchen as we dined on the last of Mr. Influence's apple pie.
Looks like the school managed to snag itself another new student. This one happens to be Mrs. Speedy's co-worker and has the same name (right down to the individual kanji) as 008. And she'll be coming on the same night as my own student. The intros ought to be interesting. However, the new namesake will be taught by one of the other teachers.
Well, gotta get home and get ready. I've got 002 and then B2 (maybe B2B will be back) tomorrow. I'm a bit worried about the weather for the next couple of days. We've got two typhoons coming in back to back. I do wonder about Jolly's little night BBQ on the 7th.
Finished another day at Speedy's. I kept 001 rolling out into the aisles with my brand of humour since she was initially quite sleepy. It also helped that she aced her test of last week. As for 007, it looks like he was under the weather so he did a dotakyan. Ack...that's the way the cookie crumbles. During what would've been his class, I did have the chance to chat with Speedy's wife for a while in the kitchen as we dined on the last of Mr. Influence's apple pie.
Looks like the school managed to snag itself another new student. This one happens to be Mrs. Speedy's co-worker and has the same name (right down to the individual kanji) as 008. And she'll be coming on the same night as my own student. The intros ought to be interesting. However, the new namesake will be taught by one of the other teachers.
Well, gotta get home and get ready. I've got 002 and then B2 (maybe B2B will be back) tomorrow. I'm a bit worried about the weather for the next couple of days. We've got two typhoons coming in back to back. I do wonder about Jolly's little night BBQ on the 7th.
Wednesday October 4, 4:49 p.m.
inshuu unten. It's translated as "drinking and driving". And it happens to be the media's current flavour-of-the-month. A couple of years ago, it was those diabolical revolving doors that caught the attention of everyone via journalists after one of them had crushed a little kid at Roppongi Hills. And then maybe a little before that, it was the roving n' marauding bears in the rural areas attacking defenceless farmers that were getting almost nightly coverage. Now, NHK and the other stations have dogpiled on the drinking n' driving bandwagon since that tragedy several weeks ago in which a drinking driver backended a car off a bridge into a river killing all of the children of a young family. It seems that just about any cab hack or salaryman who's had a bit too much to drink will get his (so far, the idiots caught have all been male) 15 minutes of infamy on the nightly news. A Tokyo police officer has even been cited for DUI despite his protestations that he hadn't drunk that much; the punchline was that he belonged to the section responsible for controlling drinking and driving. Today, we heard that he has been suspended for 6 months but that he plans to turns in his badge.
As usual, the tone in my voice may seem a little snarky. Let me confirm...I am being snarky. Not that drinking-and-driving isn't worthy of media attention. Of course, it is. However, my eyes start rolling because of the faddish nature of journalism in this country. DUI has probably existed since the first cars rolled off the conveyor belts at Toyota almost a century ago; certainly, drinking has existed for the entirety of Japanese history (my old professor told me that some ancient Chinese reports on the island of Wa [Japan] were liberally interspersed with the statement, "...and the people drank"). And obviously, over the decades, hundreds of people have probably died behind or in front of the wheel because of it. So, why is inshuu unten becoming the scourge we must fight today? And how long will it stay Public Enemy No. 1 before it gets bumped off by the next big story (killer tornadoes, anyone)? I think the best I can hope for is that some good comes out of this journalistic feeding frenzy while it lasts. As long as the media has its hot klieg lights on the issue, perhaps the government may do something or the folks may use more common sense after their umpteen rounds at the izakayas or nomiyas.
However, as much as one fellow hoped that the numbers of DUI will come down under this media glare, I don't think there will be much of a dent at all. For one thing, there is still much more of the feeling amongst the drinking and driving public here than in their American counterparts that they would never be caught. Probably a lot of the folks feel that they never drink that much to become a danger to others. And finally, there is just the fact that the Japanese just love alcohol. They can afford to wean themselves off of tobacco but take away their drink, and you've got trouble. I think as long as cars and alcohol co-exist, DUI will always exist in large numbers unless something no less than Prohibition gets passed. And then, the Yakuza, the Triads and the Russian Mafia will start mincing their hands in glee. But that's another story (to dogpile on)...
inshuu unten. It's translated as "drinking and driving". And it happens to be the media's current flavour-of-the-month. A couple of years ago, it was those diabolical revolving doors that caught the attention of everyone via journalists after one of them had crushed a little kid at Roppongi Hills. And then maybe a little before that, it was the roving n' marauding bears in the rural areas attacking defenceless farmers that were getting almost nightly coverage. Now, NHK and the other stations have dogpiled on the drinking n' driving bandwagon since that tragedy several weeks ago in which a drinking driver backended a car off a bridge into a river killing all of the children of a young family. It seems that just about any cab hack or salaryman who's had a bit too much to drink will get his (so far, the idiots caught have all been male) 15 minutes of infamy on the nightly news. A Tokyo police officer has even been cited for DUI despite his protestations that he hadn't drunk that much; the punchline was that he belonged to the section responsible for controlling drinking and driving. Today, we heard that he has been suspended for 6 months but that he plans to turns in his badge.
As usual, the tone in my voice may seem a little snarky. Let me confirm...I am being snarky. Not that drinking-and-driving isn't worthy of media attention. Of course, it is. However, my eyes start rolling because of the faddish nature of journalism in this country. DUI has probably existed since the first cars rolled off the conveyor belts at Toyota almost a century ago; certainly, drinking has existed for the entirety of Japanese history (my old professor told me that some ancient Chinese reports on the island of Wa [Japan] were liberally interspersed with the statement, "...and the people drank"). And obviously, over the decades, hundreds of people have probably died behind or in front of the wheel because of it. So, why is inshuu unten becoming the scourge we must fight today? And how long will it stay Public Enemy No. 1 before it gets bumped off by the next big story (killer tornadoes, anyone)? I think the best I can hope for is that some good comes out of this journalistic feeding frenzy while it lasts. As long as the media has its hot klieg lights on the issue, perhaps the government may do something or the folks may use more common sense after their umpteen rounds at the izakayas or nomiyas.
However, as much as one fellow hoped that the numbers of DUI will come down under this media glare, I don't think there will be much of a dent at all. For one thing, there is still much more of the feeling amongst the drinking and driving public here than in their American counterparts that they would never be caught. Probably a lot of the folks feel that they never drink that much to become a danger to others. And finally, there is just the fact that the Japanese just love alcohol. They can afford to wean themselves off of tobacco but take away their drink, and you've got trouble. I think as long as cars and alcohol co-exist, DUI will always exist in large numbers unless something no less than Prohibition gets passed. And then, the Yakuza, the Triads and the Russian Mafia will start mincing their hands in glee. But that's another story (to dogpile on)...
Wednesday October 4, 4:36 p.m.
A typical Fall day in Tokyo, I guess. Kinda gloomy with the threat of rain; still I don't mind the cooler temps.
Yesterday, the regular Beehive session had us chatting in the main tennis area on the 3rd floor of the building since apparently the floor was closed for something or other. So, while we talked in half-darkness, Miss Travel acted as the sub front desk staff for any other unknowing folks who had wanted a bit of action on the courts.
The juku session was OK. That little kerfuffle between the boss and me last week has been patched up. Seems like the boss had a bit of an argument with her mother and her hubby and some of that frustration leaked out onto me after classes last Tuesday night. She was profusely apologetic. Seven was back after a sudden absence last week due to a cold. She seems to be in the habit of giving me food every week. Her stuff is good but I'm starting to feel a little guilty...as well as fatter. Also, Jolly put last week's lesson to good use and actually invited me to a BBQ party on Saturday night. Yep, you heard me...at night...somewhere near Tokyo Disneyland. He got a little quiet when I'd asked him whether his girlfriend would be joining us...hmmm, a little problem in Paradise? Again, I'm not too big on parties but perhaps as long as I put on my teacher's mask, I can endure it. And then, Mr. Mild came back to class after being away for a month. I was privately glad that he was back since his wife frankly had a tough time being by herself. The boss told me that The Siberian had called her to cancel out of last night's session due to a cold. The joke's on both of us; I had forgotten that he was back from Korea...I hadn't done anything to prepare for him. Mind you, I never prepare for him since his "classes" are just hope-for-the-best chat sessions.
I just have 001 and 007 tonight. So, pretty straightforward. But it looks like I may have some more students coming into the fold. The Coffeemaker got back to me and said that Saturday mornings might be good for a session. It looks like my Saturdays are getting pretty busy now with Speedy and the kids and the occasional M+M kaffeeklatsch. Speaking of whom, one of the Ms asked me about the 28th for the next meeting.
A typical Fall day in Tokyo, I guess. Kinda gloomy with the threat of rain; still I don't mind the cooler temps.
Yesterday, the regular Beehive session had us chatting in the main tennis area on the 3rd floor of the building since apparently the floor was closed for something or other. So, while we talked in half-darkness, Miss Travel acted as the sub front desk staff for any other unknowing folks who had wanted a bit of action on the courts.
The juku session was OK. That little kerfuffle between the boss and me last week has been patched up. Seems like the boss had a bit of an argument with her mother and her hubby and some of that frustration leaked out onto me after classes last Tuesday night. She was profusely apologetic. Seven was back after a sudden absence last week due to a cold. She seems to be in the habit of giving me food every week. Her stuff is good but I'm starting to feel a little guilty...as well as fatter. Also, Jolly put last week's lesson to good use and actually invited me to a BBQ party on Saturday night. Yep, you heard me...at night...somewhere near Tokyo Disneyland. He got a little quiet when I'd asked him whether his girlfriend would be joining us...hmmm, a little problem in Paradise? Again, I'm not too big on parties but perhaps as long as I put on my teacher's mask, I can endure it. And then, Mr. Mild came back to class after being away for a month. I was privately glad that he was back since his wife frankly had a tough time being by herself. The boss told me that The Siberian had called her to cancel out of last night's session due to a cold. The joke's on both of us; I had forgotten that he was back from Korea...I hadn't done anything to prepare for him. Mind you, I never prepare for him since his "classes" are just hope-for-the-best chat sessions.
I just have 001 and 007 tonight. So, pretty straightforward. But it looks like I may have some more students coming into the fold. The Coffeemaker got back to me and said that Saturday mornings might be good for a session. It looks like my Saturdays are getting pretty busy now with Speedy and the kids and the occasional M+M kaffeeklatsch. Speaking of whom, one of the Ms asked me about the 28th for the next meeting.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Monday October 2, 5:47 p.m.
My Saturday ended at Speedy's with a sudden invitation to dinner by the bossman himself. I joined him, his wife and some old acquaintances of his to yet another Korean place in Higashi-Nakano. This one is called Sonam and it has the honour of having seven of its dishes highlighted on the recently departed show "Dotchi ni Ryori Show" (Which Dish do you Choose?) on NTV. So, Speedy couldn't resist a pedigree like that. The place is small, even smaller than Insadong, the other eatery we'd gone to some weeks ago. However, the dishes were well worth the force yoga position I had to take on that tatami mats. Some really crunchy kimchi followed by the main dish of boiling pork bones with bits of meat and collagen falling off of them. It tastes better than it sounds, believe me. And then I finished up with some kalbi kuppa, that zesty soup with rice, veggies and beef.
Sunday was basically a time out from teaching for which I was eternally grateful as we entered October. Today was another regular Monday. I had The Class Act and SIL for their regular slots. The Class Act won't ever let me live down the fact that I didn't really help in asking for directions during our whirlwind gourmet tour of Seoul. I think my goof was even mentioning that I was going to try and learn a bit of the language. Well, I think if they were truly pissed off with me, they would've had me banished from the magic kingdom already. Instead, The Lady is already thinking of having us try out this steak place, appropriately called The Oak Door. SIL was her usual giddy self. We actually got through the 90 minutes without having to go to an article; we just smoothly transitioned from talk of her mother and relatives to some of the oldies music.
I was able to use some of that commuting time between SIL and The Part-Timer to use the remaining gift certificates to get my niece a couple of presents: an Anpan Man doll and the Cat-Bus from "My Neighbour Totoro". Gotta get that squared away and sent out for her birthday.
Another thing to get squared away...my air ticket back to The Great White North for Xmas. Man, does Air Canada love to gouge! Basically, all I will afford after the ticket and presents for everyone is...nothing. Well, I'm now heavily considering taking the painful yet cheaper route through the US.
My Saturday ended at Speedy's with a sudden invitation to dinner by the bossman himself. I joined him, his wife and some old acquaintances of his to yet another Korean place in Higashi-Nakano. This one is called Sonam and it has the honour of having seven of its dishes highlighted on the recently departed show "Dotchi ni Ryori Show" (Which Dish do you Choose?) on NTV. So, Speedy couldn't resist a pedigree like that. The place is small, even smaller than Insadong, the other eatery we'd gone to some weeks ago. However, the dishes were well worth the force yoga position I had to take on that tatami mats. Some really crunchy kimchi followed by the main dish of boiling pork bones with bits of meat and collagen falling off of them. It tastes better than it sounds, believe me. And then I finished up with some kalbi kuppa, that zesty soup with rice, veggies and beef.
Sunday was basically a time out from teaching for which I was eternally grateful as we entered October. Today was another regular Monday. I had The Class Act and SIL for their regular slots. The Class Act won't ever let me live down the fact that I didn't really help in asking for directions during our whirlwind gourmet tour of Seoul. I think my goof was even mentioning that I was going to try and learn a bit of the language. Well, I think if they were truly pissed off with me, they would've had me banished from the magic kingdom already. Instead, The Lady is already thinking of having us try out this steak place, appropriately called The Oak Door. SIL was her usual giddy self. We actually got through the 90 minutes without having to go to an article; we just smoothly transitioned from talk of her mother and relatives to some of the oldies music.
I was able to use some of that commuting time between SIL and The Part-Timer to use the remaining gift certificates to get my niece a couple of presents: an Anpan Man doll and the Cat-Bus from "My Neighbour Totoro". Gotta get that squared away and sent out for her birthday.
Another thing to get squared away...my air ticket back to The Great White North for Xmas. Man, does Air Canada love to gouge! Basically, all I will afford after the ticket and presents for everyone is...nothing. Well, I'm now heavily considering taking the painful yet cheaper route through the US.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Saturday September 30, 3:43 p.m.
Already the end of the month. Oy vey! Had the kids this morning. The Elder was her usual lackadaiscal self...had her usual sullen argument with Mother before meeting me. It was the first time seeing the Younger in 2 months. She has sprouted a couple of more centimetres and may have put on a kilo or two of muscle onto her shoulders, thanks to her new physical regimen of volleyball.
Spent the last couple of hours in the smoky Doutors cafe near Speedy's. And in less than half an hour, I've got The Ramen Lady for another 90 minutes of aimless chit-chat. I am gonna lend her my X-Men DVD as promised from last time. I don't know if she's gonna like it much; she doesn't strike me as being the sci-fi blockbuster type.
Speaking of X-Men...a relative neophyte can't come up with a complete review of a movie in one sitting. So, I'm back to this movie. After gurning through the memories of yesterday's viewing of "The Last Stand", I have to admit that though X3 was entertaining enough, I think a lot of it was due to some sleight-of-hand editing. After going through the various scenes in my head, I've come to the conclusion that the entire movie was made up of quick appearances of characters without really any deep scenes. I mean, The Phoenix was referred to as such only once, and Famke Janssen was basically the mutant version of the secret weapon...came out when finally needed and not until then. In fact, if I had the opportunity to make up the credit list of cast, I would've done it this way:
X-Men 3: The Last Stand
Starring: Hugh Jackman, Halle Berry and Sir Ian McKellen (the only performers to get anything to chew on)
Guest Starring: Kelsey Grammer, and the kids who played Kitty Pryde, Iceman and Pyro
Featuring: tons of other mutants
Special Appearances by (ie cameos): James Marsden, Famke Janssen, Anna Paquin and Rebecca Romijn (as Ozzy Osbourne's daughter...er, I mean, Mystique)
And: Patrick Stewart as Professor Xavier
Quite a different lineup and focus compared to the first movie, eh? Mind you, I did enjoy Grammer's slight invocation of Frasier during a fight scene. All that was missing was a nice retort from Wolvie.
Despite the fact that the X-Men should probably end here, I've got the sneaking suspicion and millions of dollars of box office money backing me up that there will be an X4 in the not too distant future.
Kinda strange that after catching X3 yesterday for the first time, the DVD will be released Stateside next week...
Already the end of the month. Oy vey! Had the kids this morning. The Elder was her usual lackadaiscal self...had her usual sullen argument with Mother before meeting me. It was the first time seeing the Younger in 2 months. She has sprouted a couple of more centimetres and may have put on a kilo or two of muscle onto her shoulders, thanks to her new physical regimen of volleyball.
Spent the last couple of hours in the smoky Doutors cafe near Speedy's. And in less than half an hour, I've got The Ramen Lady for another 90 minutes of aimless chit-chat. I am gonna lend her my X-Men DVD as promised from last time. I don't know if she's gonna like it much; she doesn't strike me as being the sci-fi blockbuster type.
Speaking of X-Men...a relative neophyte can't come up with a complete review of a movie in one sitting. So, I'm back to this movie. After gurning through the memories of yesterday's viewing of "The Last Stand", I have to admit that though X3 was entertaining enough, I think a lot of it was due to some sleight-of-hand editing. After going through the various scenes in my head, I've come to the conclusion that the entire movie was made up of quick appearances of characters without really any deep scenes. I mean, The Phoenix was referred to as such only once, and Famke Janssen was basically the mutant version of the secret weapon...came out when finally needed and not until then. In fact, if I had the opportunity to make up the credit list of cast, I would've done it this way:
X-Men 3: The Last Stand
Starring: Hugh Jackman, Halle Berry and Sir Ian McKellen (the only performers to get anything to chew on)
Guest Starring: Kelsey Grammer, and the kids who played Kitty Pryde, Iceman and Pyro
Featuring: tons of other mutants
Special Appearances by (ie cameos): James Marsden, Famke Janssen, Anna Paquin and Rebecca Romijn (as Ozzy Osbourne's daughter...er, I mean, Mystique)
And: Patrick Stewart as Professor Xavier
Quite a different lineup and focus compared to the first movie, eh? Mind you, I did enjoy Grammer's slight invocation of Frasier during a fight scene. All that was missing was a nice retort from Wolvie.
Despite the fact that the X-Men should probably end here, I've got the sneaking suspicion and millions of dollars of box office money backing me up that there will be an X4 in the not too distant future.
Kinda strange that after catching X3 yesterday for the first time, the DVD will be released Stateside next week...
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Friday September 29, 2:54 p.m.
It hasn't been the greatest of weeks for me, professionally. That little misunderstanding at the end of the juku day is still unresolved. I did send that explanation and apology to the boss but I haven't heard a thing from her. And I'm starting to wonder about my current status working at Speedy's. Speedy has been a good and patient boss with me but I'm having my doubts whether I'll be there beyond the next couple of years.
The Carolinan was in good spirits, though, last night. Apparently, on Wednesday night, she and a friend had attended a megalong SMAP concert at the Tokyo Dome. Why anyone would subject herself to....ah, I'm being nasty. The Carolinan actually enjoyed herself...and she did get her money's worth. She paid 7,000 yen for what turned out to be a 3.5-hour concert spread over 6 hours. That's certainly better value than Madonna's tiny performance of 90 minutes for 10,000 yen. Arguably, though, Madge is the better dancer and singer...
I actually was grateful that I didn't have any work for most of Thursday. I found out on the morning news that due to a circuit switchboard fire in the bowels of Tokyo Station in the wee hours which shut down all of the commuter Keiyo Line, all those commuters (80,000 of them) decided to dogpile on my Tozai Line. I was surprised to see a bird's-eye view of Urayasu Station, a station that I know intimately, look like the SMAP concert audience. Luckily, I left home at around 4:30 so the problem was pretty much contained by then. All in all, a whopping 160,000 people got majorly screwed.
And for the first time in 12 years in my apartment building, I actually experienced myself and the residents of the other two units on my floor going into our respective homes at the same time. I think I could count on one hand the number of times that I've seen even one neighbour go in or out when I've done the same. And I've never seen two. Well, the one neighbour farthest from me happened to have just moved in. It looked like a family with the numbers. And then there is my latest next-door neighbour who appears a bit scruffy. He also has a penchant for slamming his door...a number of times. Well, I figured that I would, sooner or later, get a psycho as a neighbour
It hasn't been the greatest of weeks for me, professionally. That little misunderstanding at the end of the juku day is still unresolved. I did send that explanation and apology to the boss but I haven't heard a thing from her. And I'm starting to wonder about my current status working at Speedy's. Speedy has been a good and patient boss with me but I'm having my doubts whether I'll be there beyond the next couple of years.
The Carolinan was in good spirits, though, last night. Apparently, on Wednesday night, she and a friend had attended a megalong SMAP concert at the Tokyo Dome. Why anyone would subject herself to....ah, I'm being nasty. The Carolinan actually enjoyed herself...and she did get her money's worth. She paid 7,000 yen for what turned out to be a 3.5-hour concert spread over 6 hours. That's certainly better value than Madonna's tiny performance of 90 minutes for 10,000 yen. Arguably, though, Madge is the better dancer and singer...
I actually was grateful that I didn't have any work for most of Thursday. I found out on the morning news that due to a circuit switchboard fire in the bowels of Tokyo Station in the wee hours which shut down all of the commuter Keiyo Line, all those commuters (80,000 of them) decided to dogpile on my Tozai Line. I was surprised to see a bird's-eye view of Urayasu Station, a station that I know intimately, look like the SMAP concert audience. Luckily, I left home at around 4:30 so the problem was pretty much contained by then. All in all, a whopping 160,000 people got majorly screwed.
And for the first time in 12 years in my apartment building, I actually experienced myself and the residents of the other two units on my floor going into our respective homes at the same time. I think I could count on one hand the number of times that I've seen even one neighbour go in or out when I've done the same. And I've never seen two. Well, the one neighbour farthest from me happened to have just moved in. It looked like a family with the numbers. And then there is my latest next-door neighbour who appears a bit scruffy. He also has a penchant for slamming his door...a number of times. Well, I figured that I would, sooner or later, get a psycho as a neighbour
Friday September 29, 2:35 p.m.
Caught "X-Men 3: The Last Stand" this morning at the nearby Warner Mycal Theatres. Once again, I find myself being a little kinder to a superhero movie than some of the American critics or Egg have been to it. Certainly, I'm more inclined to be on MB's side. There was a lot more of the action in this supposedly final installment than there were in the previous two movies combined. I'm sure Halle Berry must be happy that she finally got to kick butt verbally and physically. Once again, as in X-Men 2, the more prominent stars got the bigger sections of the script pie, although with the necessarily huge cast, there were never going to be any major soliloquies. Still, it was too bad that Anna Paquin as Rogue, who was a key plot thread in the inaugural movie, gradually ends up as a cameo...and a depowered one at that. On the other hand, I thought it was just as well that the Cyclops/Marvel Girl relationship died an early and very concrete death. And really, even Marvel Girl & Wolverine never stood that much of a chance. It may be titled X-Men, but the trilogy has pretty much centered on Hugh Jackman with Patrick Stewart as the prerequisite Obi-Wan character.
Of course, "The Last Stand" is an ending and a non-ending of sorts. Those little teasers bracketing the end credits aside, I think the X-Men are done. But Hugh Jackman can now look forward to joining folks like Tom (well not anymore perhaps), Harrison and Tobey as a franchise man with a Wolverine series. And maybe Magneto would be worth a prequel. As for what I saw today, nope, I don't think the X-Men will hit the huge heights of a Star Wars in franchise rankings but it's stayed consistently good. I'd be happy to grab the DVD when it does come out.
Caught "X-Men 3: The Last Stand" this morning at the nearby Warner Mycal Theatres. Once again, I find myself being a little kinder to a superhero movie than some of the American critics or Egg have been to it. Certainly, I'm more inclined to be on MB's side. There was a lot more of the action in this supposedly final installment than there were in the previous two movies combined. I'm sure Halle Berry must be happy that she finally got to kick butt verbally and physically. Once again, as in X-Men 2, the more prominent stars got the bigger sections of the script pie, although with the necessarily huge cast, there were never going to be any major soliloquies. Still, it was too bad that Anna Paquin as Rogue, who was a key plot thread in the inaugural movie, gradually ends up as a cameo...and a depowered one at that. On the other hand, I thought it was just as well that the Cyclops/Marvel Girl relationship died an early and very concrete death. And really, even Marvel Girl & Wolverine never stood that much of a chance. It may be titled X-Men, but the trilogy has pretty much centered on Hugh Jackman with Patrick Stewart as the prerequisite Obi-Wan character.
Of course, "The Last Stand" is an ending and a non-ending of sorts. Those little teasers bracketing the end credits aside, I think the X-Men are done. But Hugh Jackman can now look forward to joining folks like Tom (well not anymore perhaps), Harrison and Tobey as a franchise man with a Wolverine series. And maybe Magneto would be worth a prequel. As for what I saw today, nope, I don't think the X-Men will hit the huge heights of a Star Wars in franchise rankings but it's stayed consistently good. I'd be happy to grab the DVD when it does come out.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Wednesday September 27, 10:18 p.m.
A bit of a rough...nah, more disjointed...night tonight. 001 did her test and actually passed again with flying colours but before the good news was realized, I had neglected to tell her about some of the additional things she could've done to boost her chances. Speedy had to inform her. I sent my apologies; I wouldn't have known what to do if 001 had actually failed. And as for 007, he was OK but the class didn't seem to flow too well for some reason.
I've got a feeling that Farrah, that Saturday afternoon student has flown the coop for good. She hasn't gotten back to us about signing up for more lessons. The sporadic nature of her attendance is a good factor in that. Ah, well...
My Wednesday morning was more of a Monday morning schedule with The Class Act and SIL on the block. Whilst The Lady and The Matron were back, SIL has made a permanent venue shift to Ueno-Okachimachi, my old haunt, so that she could be closer to her mother. Our new classroom was an empty office once used by her late father in an old building. It had all the trimmings of a presidential office: big, plush armchairs and sofas, stuffed birds and even a daruma waiting to have its eyes painted in. We did an article on the outgoing PM, Junichiro Koizumi. A lot of political vocab to wade through. In any case, the new venue doesn't have the serene ambience of the The Lady's tatami room but it'll do. Besides, the place is more convenient in that I have a straight beeline via the Oedo Line to Speedy's.
The rains have finally ended. I hope that my shoes have dried to a certain degree. I was thinking of catching "X-Men 3" with the subtitle of "Final Solution" here in Japan, instead of "The Last Stand". I kinda wonder if Fox Japan had been thinking of adding that extra allusion to Nazism. However, I think that I'll hold off on seeing it tomorrow. After some of my rather lousy luck workwise over the past 24 hours, I'll probably work extra hard for The Carolinan. Maybe, it'll be a Friday thing since I've only got The UL then.
A bit of a rough...nah, more disjointed...night tonight. 001 did her test and actually passed again with flying colours but before the good news was realized, I had neglected to tell her about some of the additional things she could've done to boost her chances. Speedy had to inform her. I sent my apologies; I wouldn't have known what to do if 001 had actually failed. And as for 007, he was OK but the class didn't seem to flow too well for some reason.
I've got a feeling that Farrah, that Saturday afternoon student has flown the coop for good. She hasn't gotten back to us about signing up for more lessons. The sporadic nature of her attendance is a good factor in that. Ah, well...
My Wednesday morning was more of a Monday morning schedule with The Class Act and SIL on the block. Whilst The Lady and The Matron were back, SIL has made a permanent venue shift to Ueno-Okachimachi, my old haunt, so that she could be closer to her mother. Our new classroom was an empty office once used by her late father in an old building. It had all the trimmings of a presidential office: big, plush armchairs and sofas, stuffed birds and even a daruma waiting to have its eyes painted in. We did an article on the outgoing PM, Junichiro Koizumi. A lot of political vocab to wade through. In any case, the new venue doesn't have the serene ambience of the The Lady's tatami room but it'll do. Besides, the place is more convenient in that I have a straight beeline via the Oedo Line to Speedy's.
The rains have finally ended. I hope that my shoes have dried to a certain degree. I was thinking of catching "X-Men 3" with the subtitle of "Final Solution" here in Japan, instead of "The Last Stand". I kinda wonder if Fox Japan had been thinking of adding that extra allusion to Nazism. However, I think that I'll hold off on seeing it tomorrow. After some of my rather lousy luck workwise over the past 24 hours, I'll probably work extra hard for The Carolinan. Maybe, it'll be a Friday thing since I've only got The UL then.
Wednesday September 27, 5:49 p.m.
It was a dark and stormy night last night...yup, one of the worst openings to a book in history, but pretty appropriate opening to this entry since it was a lousy ending to a day yesterday, both literally and figuratively for me.
As for the meterological meaning, well, the rains finally stopped this afternoon but not before both my dress shoes and sneakers got waterlogged. So I face another sloshy commute home. Had to buy a couple of pairs of socks to be dry at least for part of my day.
As for the figurative meaning, I had another one of those linguistic misunderstandings with the juku boss last night which ended up with me sullenly making a quick getaway from her house. It all started when I finished my last class with Mrs. Mild. The Siberian was still away in Korea. Since the weather was just flailing away out there, I decided that I would stay until about 9:30 in the hopes that the rains would give me a bit of a reprieve. Of course, they didn't. However, at about 9:15, the boss came in with that somewhat shocked look and asked if she'd missed a beat and wondered if The Siberian would be coming after all since I was still in my room. I assured her that he was still in Seoul. She stepped out to take care of her regular student but then shortly returned and gave some sort of bilingual gibberish explanation which I basically took to mean..."Get out!" Of course, she said all this in her happy-go-lucky way. I didn't understand her for the most part but I thought she gave this rather cockamamie excuse about me cramping her and her student's style by remaining in the room. Well, it is her house...so I got ready to go. I didn't much relish going out in a driving rainstorm and just that lame reason got my Irish up. And since I'm the type to react first, think later...I started stomping my way out of the room. She asked me if I understood the situation. I told her point blank that I didn't but that we would have words next week and just gave a curt goodbye.
She got the "message" and then proceeded to leave three messages on my machine asking me to call her and apologizing for what had happened. I'm now in a better frame of mind so I decided to send over my own apology by e-mail since my very brief snap occurred in front of her student...admittedly, not a very professional thing to do. But I also tried to explain to her why I felt a little put out. I'll be awaiting the reply.
It was a dark and stormy night last night...yup, one of the worst openings to a book in history, but pretty appropriate opening to this entry since it was a lousy ending to a day yesterday, both literally and figuratively for me.
As for the meterological meaning, well, the rains finally stopped this afternoon but not before both my dress shoes and sneakers got waterlogged. So I face another sloshy commute home. Had to buy a couple of pairs of socks to be dry at least for part of my day.
As for the figurative meaning, I had another one of those linguistic misunderstandings with the juku boss last night which ended up with me sullenly making a quick getaway from her house. It all started when I finished my last class with Mrs. Mild. The Siberian was still away in Korea. Since the weather was just flailing away out there, I decided that I would stay until about 9:30 in the hopes that the rains would give me a bit of a reprieve. Of course, they didn't. However, at about 9:15, the boss came in with that somewhat shocked look and asked if she'd missed a beat and wondered if The Siberian would be coming after all since I was still in my room. I assured her that he was still in Seoul. She stepped out to take care of her regular student but then shortly returned and gave some sort of bilingual gibberish explanation which I basically took to mean..."Get out!" Of course, she said all this in her happy-go-lucky way. I didn't understand her for the most part but I thought she gave this rather cockamamie excuse about me cramping her and her student's style by remaining in the room. Well, it is her house...so I got ready to go. I didn't much relish going out in a driving rainstorm and just that lame reason got my Irish up. And since I'm the type to react first, think later...I started stomping my way out of the room. She asked me if I understood the situation. I told her point blank that I didn't but that we would have words next week and just gave a curt goodbye.
She got the "message" and then proceeded to leave three messages on my machine asking me to call her and apologizing for what had happened. I'm now in a better frame of mind so I decided to send over my own apology by e-mail since my very brief snap occurred in front of her student...admittedly, not a very professional thing to do. But I also tried to explain to her why I felt a little put out. I'll be awaiting the reply.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Monday September 25, 9:40 p.m.
Well, tomorrow will be the big turnover in administrations. Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi will hand over the reins to current LDP President Shinzo Abe...who will become the youngest head of state in the postwar era, all of 52 years of age (Japan more resembles Russia in its love of gerontocracy). I saw a picture of him and his wife, Akie, in today's edition of The Japan Times, and I just got an image of Tony and Cherie Blair. And to be honest, this could be the way of the new administration. But I also read that Abe is interested in applying an American-style presidential appointment system. Perhaps Akie will try to insert herself into things a la Cherie or Hillary Clinton....although I think there will be many more limitations in this society for a First Lady. In any case, it'll be the first time to see a PM's wife in several years, since Koizumi did his job as a veteran divorce. Speaking of him, what will he do from tomorrow? Maybe he'll just play his Elvis records for an entire week before hitting the road on a journey for a sighting.
Speaking of Elvis, it seems to me French Intelligence may have come up with the anti-Elvis thing by leaking that Bin Laden may already be dead. In America, it's the live Elvis sighting. Now there could be the dead Bin Laden sighting.
Well....I've finished my two tonight. The Part-Timer was her usual diligent self. She told me that SR is back temporarily helping out at her old company. The Part-Timer also mentioned that she's gone through The Creambath Ebisu Scalp Massage Challenge...and she's another convert. As for 008, she's turning out to be an ideal tonic as well as a student. She's just absorbing grammar and vocabulary like a sponge.
Gotta get going home. I've got another busy Tuesday.
Well, tomorrow will be the big turnover in administrations. Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi will hand over the reins to current LDP President Shinzo Abe...who will become the youngest head of state in the postwar era, all of 52 years of age (Japan more resembles Russia in its love of gerontocracy). I saw a picture of him and his wife, Akie, in today's edition of The Japan Times, and I just got an image of Tony and Cherie Blair. And to be honest, this could be the way of the new administration. But I also read that Abe is interested in applying an American-style presidential appointment system. Perhaps Akie will try to insert herself into things a la Cherie or Hillary Clinton....although I think there will be many more limitations in this society for a First Lady. In any case, it'll be the first time to see a PM's wife in several years, since Koizumi did his job as a veteran divorce. Speaking of him, what will he do from tomorrow? Maybe he'll just play his Elvis records for an entire week before hitting the road on a journey for a sighting.
Speaking of Elvis, it seems to me French Intelligence may have come up with the anti-Elvis thing by leaking that Bin Laden may already be dead. In America, it's the live Elvis sighting. Now there could be the dead Bin Laden sighting.
Well....I've finished my two tonight. The Part-Timer was her usual diligent self. She told me that SR is back temporarily helping out at her old company. The Part-Timer also mentioned that she's gone through The Creambath Ebisu Scalp Massage Challenge...and she's another convert. As for 008, she's turning out to be an ideal tonic as well as a student. She's just absorbing grammar and vocabulary like a sponge.
Gotta get going home. I've got another busy Tuesday.
Monday September 25, 5:37 p.m.
Well, The Eggs left for home yesterday. And so I'm left with a bit of Empty Nest Syndrome...to continue with the ornithological analogy. It was nice having the couple over for about 10 days, and the side benefit of their presence was a tidier and slightly roomier apartment. There's nothing like the impending threat of house guests to force me to get my act together domestically. So now I'm left with better access into my bedroom and a fuller, more compact closet.
There's also nothing like guests from abroad to bring a fresh perspective or a reminder about life in this zany burg. During our tour of Akihabara early in The Egg's trip, he was marveling at the wares in places like Sato Musen or Bic Camera or Yodobashi. He remarked that the variety of electronic goods and appliances makes any of The Future Shops or Radio Shacks back in Canada look like a Moscow GUM Store during a recession. He (and I) were especially impressed by the fridges of all things. Not only do they come in many, many colours but one brand in particular even has a special compartment which not only keeps things especially frosty (such as that birthday cake), but in a "Wow! Why didn't I think of that?!" moment, also keeps things such as tempura or beef stew warm or hot for late-coming-home Daddy.
During our time watching television back home at night (at our age, we've started becoming part of the sedentary generation), we came across the ubiquitious music video channels that liberally populate my SkyPerfect. As we watched folks like J-Pop princess Aiko (her songs all sound the same) and the current crop of J-R&B singers ( pale copycat pretenders of the American variety), I realized that Japanese music is in an identity crisis. Strangely enough, the so-called inferior aidoru factory of the 70s and 80s differentiated itself much better from what was hot in America and England. Now, there is a form of parity between J-Pop and American pop. It's fine that the Japanese artists are trying to emulate American song forms but the talent has been such that they'll never stand out internationally. Not to say that the producers have been trying to do that on a widespread scale (aside from Toshinobu Kubota, Dreams Come True and Hikaru Utada); they are basically just making the local population happy. In a way, despite the fact that Japanese artists have seemingly become more "serious" about their craft, their progress has come at the expense of uniqueness. I'm hoping that someday a form of Japanese music does come out that makes a big splash overseas and sets itself apart from Britpop and American hip-hop.
Another thing that got the culture clash going happened when the three of us happened to come across the tail-end of a "Densha Otoko" special on TV. The phenomenon of film and telly of last year which was born from a Channel 2 urban legend came back as this special. And it all seemed like last year's news. The otaku program earned wails of laughter from my two house guests as they witnessed the acting and dramatic arcs with all the subtlety of a William Shatner monologue. That's how the Japanese like their dramas...over-the-top. It's probably why I've stopped watching them.
Well, The Eggs left for home yesterday. And so I'm left with a bit of Empty Nest Syndrome...to continue with the ornithological analogy. It was nice having the couple over for about 10 days, and the side benefit of their presence was a tidier and slightly roomier apartment. There's nothing like the impending threat of house guests to force me to get my act together domestically. So now I'm left with better access into my bedroom and a fuller, more compact closet.
There's also nothing like guests from abroad to bring a fresh perspective or a reminder about life in this zany burg. During our tour of Akihabara early in The Egg's trip, he was marveling at the wares in places like Sato Musen or Bic Camera or Yodobashi. He remarked that the variety of electronic goods and appliances makes any of The Future Shops or Radio Shacks back in Canada look like a Moscow GUM Store during a recession. He (and I) were especially impressed by the fridges of all things. Not only do they come in many, many colours but one brand in particular even has a special compartment which not only keeps things especially frosty (such as that birthday cake), but in a "Wow! Why didn't I think of that?!" moment, also keeps things such as tempura or beef stew warm or hot for late-coming-home Daddy.
During our time watching television back home at night (at our age, we've started becoming part of the sedentary generation), we came across the ubiquitious music video channels that liberally populate my SkyPerfect. As we watched folks like J-Pop princess Aiko (her songs all sound the same) and the current crop of J-R&B singers ( pale copycat pretenders of the American variety), I realized that Japanese music is in an identity crisis. Strangely enough, the so-called inferior aidoru factory of the 70s and 80s differentiated itself much better from what was hot in America and England. Now, there is a form of parity between J-Pop and American pop. It's fine that the Japanese artists are trying to emulate American song forms but the talent has been such that they'll never stand out internationally. Not to say that the producers have been trying to do that on a widespread scale (aside from Toshinobu Kubota, Dreams Come True and Hikaru Utada); they are basically just making the local population happy. In a way, despite the fact that Japanese artists have seemingly become more "serious" about their craft, their progress has come at the expense of uniqueness. I'm hoping that someday a form of Japanese music does come out that makes a big splash overseas and sets itself apart from Britpop and American hip-hop.
Another thing that got the culture clash going happened when the three of us happened to come across the tail-end of a "Densha Otoko" special on TV. The phenomenon of film and telly of last year which was born from a Channel 2 urban legend came back as this special. And it all seemed like last year's news. The otaku program earned wails of laughter from my two house guests as they witnessed the acting and dramatic arcs with all the subtlety of a William Shatner monologue. That's how the Japanese like their dramas...over-the-top. It's probably why I've stopped watching them.
Monday September 25, 5:23 p.m.
Just 3 months before Xmas...it'll be kinda weird being back in The Great White North.
Had a different schedule from my usual Monday. The Class Act and SIL have shifted to Wednesday for this week, so I started with The New Yorker at The Tea Room. NY is still having problems getting her syntax together...makes me wonder if she's wondering about giving up the goat after over a year with me. Some folks are just not language-friendly. The Teacher contacted me to say that she's basically pulling out due to her affliction; again, I'm not sure if she's really on the level or if she's just using the disease as an excuse...basically all of our lessons have been just talkfests and those always have a limited shelf life. I've got The Part-Timer and 008 ready to go, though. And on a further good note, a student that I'd had a limited engagement with, The Opera Singer, is going for another tour with us for another 12 lessons.
Just 3 months before Xmas...it'll be kinda weird being back in The Great White North.
Had a different schedule from my usual Monday. The Class Act and SIL have shifted to Wednesday for this week, so I started with The New Yorker at The Tea Room. NY is still having problems getting her syntax together...makes me wonder if she's wondering about giving up the goat after over a year with me. Some folks are just not language-friendly. The Teacher contacted me to say that she's basically pulling out due to her affliction; again, I'm not sure if she's really on the level or if she's just using the disease as an excuse...basically all of our lessons have been just talkfests and those always have a limited shelf life. I've got The Part-Timer and 008 ready to go, though. And on a further good note, a student that I'd had a limited engagement with, The Opera Singer, is going for another tour with us for another 12 lessons.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Thursday September 21, 3:50 p.m.
Another stint at the Ai-Cafe in Akiba. It's been a quiet day so far since the Eggs are off in Sendai for another day. I used the time to clean up the place a bit and plan for B2's lesson tonight. Treated myself to lunch at the station tonkatsu joint. Not surprisingly, I ended up taking a nap on the subway over here. Speaking of deep-fried pork cutlet, I've been wondering if I'll be able to take the Eggs for one last dinner to that smash hit of a tonkatsu restaurant, Kimukatsu, in Ginza on Saturday. The place is pretty popular and they don't seem to take reservations. And unfortunately, we can't pull off Skippy's technique of having the staff call us on a cellphone since none of us have one. In any case, the pair will be back sometime during my daylong odyssey of teaching tomorrow so perhaps they can just try the place out by themselves.
Yup, my Friday starts and ends at the juku. I've got the juku boss for two hours first thing, followed by 002, and then The OL/UL combo in Ichigaya before I finally finish up with The Salaryman. I'll make the money but I won't be in any shape to use it. And I've got The Younger and her mother on Saturday morning. Luckily, The Younger is still (barely now) the more willing of the two sisters to ingest my lesson, and the mother is always good to go with an article.
Whoever said that the Japanese live in rabbit hutches certainly hasn't been here recently. I was looking through some apartment/condo guide yesterday that I'd picked up in Otemachi. There are some pretty swanky....pretty huge...units up for grabs all over The Big Sushi. I'd say the folks who live in these palaces could fit whole units of rabbit hutches. I'm talking about apartments starting from 75 square metres: tons of rooms, huge living/dining and system kitchen. Mind you, the costs are also rather dear. I don't think I would ever see an English teacher living there.
Looks like Dubya and his country were getting blasted out of the UN verbally by the current Two Bad Boys from Iran and Venezuela. The latter president was especially blistering; talking more like Al Capone. However, these guys' predecessors, Castro and Khaddafy, have pretty much gone the way of the dinosaur...the latter guy getting cut to size in no uncertain terms by Ronald Reagan via some bombing raids.
Another stint at the Ai-Cafe in Akiba. It's been a quiet day so far since the Eggs are off in Sendai for another day. I used the time to clean up the place a bit and plan for B2's lesson tonight. Treated myself to lunch at the station tonkatsu joint. Not surprisingly, I ended up taking a nap on the subway over here. Speaking of deep-fried pork cutlet, I've been wondering if I'll be able to take the Eggs for one last dinner to that smash hit of a tonkatsu restaurant, Kimukatsu, in Ginza on Saturday. The place is pretty popular and they don't seem to take reservations. And unfortunately, we can't pull off Skippy's technique of having the staff call us on a cellphone since none of us have one. In any case, the pair will be back sometime during my daylong odyssey of teaching tomorrow so perhaps they can just try the place out by themselves.
Yup, my Friday starts and ends at the juku. I've got the juku boss for two hours first thing, followed by 002, and then The OL/UL combo in Ichigaya before I finally finish up with The Salaryman. I'll make the money but I won't be in any shape to use it. And I've got The Younger and her mother on Saturday morning. Luckily, The Younger is still (barely now) the more willing of the two sisters to ingest my lesson, and the mother is always good to go with an article.
Whoever said that the Japanese live in rabbit hutches certainly hasn't been here recently. I was looking through some apartment/condo guide yesterday that I'd picked up in Otemachi. There are some pretty swanky....pretty huge...units up for grabs all over The Big Sushi. I'd say the folks who live in these palaces could fit whole units of rabbit hutches. I'm talking about apartments starting from 75 square metres: tons of rooms, huge living/dining and system kitchen. Mind you, the costs are also rather dear. I don't think I would ever see an English teacher living there.
Looks like Dubya and his country were getting blasted out of the UN verbally by the current Two Bad Boys from Iran and Venezuela. The latter president was especially blistering; talking more like Al Capone. However, these guys' predecessors, Castro and Khaddafy, have pretty much gone the way of the dinosaur...the latter guy getting cut to size in no uncertain terms by Ronald Reagan via some bombing raids.
Wednesday September 20, 9:42 p.m.
Well, got through the two classes. Naturally, 001 was the more jovial of the two. As I said, she and her two cronies had a rollicking time at an onsen in Yamagata Prefecture. Paid 30,000 each for the privilege of sipping from a barrel of sake right by the tub and get some of that Yamagata Beef. It also included the Bullet Train fare so I guess it is rather reasonable but Speedy and I agreed that it would be a while before either of us would try anything that ambitious. As for 007, he was very studious and button-down but it'll be a long process.
Speedy informed me that it looks like I've got a customer for this comatose video thingie that I had the unfortunate opportunity to come up with months ago. For the last few of those classes, it's just been a chance for The Ramen Lady to come over and chit-chat with me. Now, at least for this session, I'll actually have to show an episode of "Friends"...something that neither The Ramen Lady nor I have been great fans of. Well, at least, it'll probably be a one-off.
It was a week late in coming but last weekend was Super Drama TV's chance to pay homage to the 40th anniversary of "Star Trek". Saturday was the day to show the 15 most favourite episodes of Trek Classic ("City on the Edge of Forever" was the top ep, to no one's surprise) followed by Sunday's showing of half of the 4th season of "Enterprise" along with some documentaries on William Shatner and a rather bizarre dialogue between an aging Shatner and Leonard Nimoy. It was all so very pleasant...of course, the 75-minute lovefest was produced by Shatner himself. Then the holiday Monday had the 2nd half of said 4th season. I caught a bit of the new remastered Trek Classic episodes with the improved visual effects at Star Trek.com Hm...sounds promising.
I hear that Brad Pitt might take over the "Mission: Impossible" franchise since the Cruise ouster. Yeah, well....if you belive that now, I've got some Everglades property to sell you. Mind you, at least with Brad Pitt coming aboard, you know who he's gonna choose to be his Cinnamon Carter. Angelina Jolie sounds like a perfect character name for the IMF.
I almost forgot to mention that US beef is back in Tokyo again after that kerfuffle with BSE and inspections. But the Tsukiji branch of beef bowl franchise, Yoshinoya, is the only one to serve US beef full time. The other stores have just been given occasional status. So, all of the salarymen and starving students can now rush back to have their favourite mix of incredibly fatty gyu on rice. In related news, the incidence of death by cholesterol has gone up...
Time to go home...
Well, got through the two classes. Naturally, 001 was the more jovial of the two. As I said, she and her two cronies had a rollicking time at an onsen in Yamagata Prefecture. Paid 30,000 each for the privilege of sipping from a barrel of sake right by the tub and get some of that Yamagata Beef. It also included the Bullet Train fare so I guess it is rather reasonable but Speedy and I agreed that it would be a while before either of us would try anything that ambitious. As for 007, he was very studious and button-down but it'll be a long process.
Speedy informed me that it looks like I've got a customer for this comatose video thingie that I had the unfortunate opportunity to come up with months ago. For the last few of those classes, it's just been a chance for The Ramen Lady to come over and chit-chat with me. Now, at least for this session, I'll actually have to show an episode of "Friends"...something that neither The Ramen Lady nor I have been great fans of. Well, at least, it'll probably be a one-off.
It was a week late in coming but last weekend was Super Drama TV's chance to pay homage to the 40th anniversary of "Star Trek". Saturday was the day to show the 15 most favourite episodes of Trek Classic ("City on the Edge of Forever" was the top ep, to no one's surprise) followed by Sunday's showing of half of the 4th season of "Enterprise" along with some documentaries on William Shatner and a rather bizarre dialogue between an aging Shatner and Leonard Nimoy. It was all so very pleasant...of course, the 75-minute lovefest was produced by Shatner himself. Then the holiday Monday had the 2nd half of said 4th season. I caught a bit of the new remastered Trek Classic episodes with the improved visual effects at Star Trek.com Hm...sounds promising.
I hear that Brad Pitt might take over the "Mission: Impossible" franchise since the Cruise ouster. Yeah, well....if you belive that now, I've got some Everglades property to sell you. Mind you, at least with Brad Pitt coming aboard, you know who he's gonna choose to be his Cinnamon Carter. Angelina Jolie sounds like a perfect character name for the IMF.
I almost forgot to mention that US beef is back in Tokyo again after that kerfuffle with BSE and inspections. But the Tsukiji branch of beef bowl franchise, Yoshinoya, is the only one to serve US beef full time. The other stores have just been given occasional status. So, all of the salarymen and starving students can now rush back to have their favourite mix of incredibly fatty gyu on rice. In related news, the incidence of death by cholesterol has gone up...
Time to go home...
Wednesday September 20, 5:20 p.m.
Well, it's been a while...about a week, I dare reckon. Like any other week, it's had its share of ups and downs. First, the downs...both of them professionally. Last week's model lessons were a split. Ironically, it was the one for which I'd planned over a few days that was the big failure. For that one, I kinda felt like the USAF plane after it had accidentally bombed the Chinese embassy during the Serb War...I had faulty intelligence. I had been told that the student in question had a better speaking ability when it turned out to be quite the opposite. In other words, that one hour was a test in pain and flop sweat. Not surprisingly, she canned the second model lesson. I wasn't too happy about that. Speedy tried to allay my frustration but unfortunately he has a bit of a tendency to make anything sound backhanded at times. However, the first ML was a homer out of the park; I just pulled out one of my own readymade lessons. The second downer was having to teach a couple of kids last night at the juku in place of the usual kids' teacher. The juku boss neglected to tell me a couple of key facts...one being that the mother always sat in on the class. Another kilogram lost unnecessarily. I held my gorge in although I did tell her that I wasn't too happy about how things developed; she felt suitably bad about it. Sometimes, she can be a real scatterbrain. Let's say this...I wouldn't be too kindly inclined if today were "Be Kind to Your Boss Day".
Between those two exercises in futility, The Egg and his wife came into town. Last Thursday, I went all the way to Narita's Terminal 1. Not surprisingly, AC001 was delayed by about an hour so I had time to check out the new mall sandwiched between the two wings. Yes, it looked like any one of those shiny shopping emporiums that have now liberally sprinkled themselves all over the Kanto. I saw a Thai restaurant, a ramen eatery and a conveyor belt sushi place along with the usual McD's and a Tsutaya bookstore. Not a bad thing to have while waiting for that flight.
When the Egg and Mrs. Egg finally came through the Customs barrier, it looked like the former gained some more yolk. Such is the passing of age. To rationalize it, there's more of us to love. For the past few days, it's been alternately getting on with my regular life and getting used to having two roomies. Strangely enough, it hasn't been too bad bunking on my sofa. I haven't had the usual backaches.
Right now, both Eggs are out of town. Off in Sendai to meet the in-laws. So I have my own place again for at least a couple of days. Then, my friends come back for two more nights at the Hotel H before taking off for The Great White North on Sunday. But in the meantime, I've got 001 and 007 tonight. 001 should be another funfest since she, 002 and the Baker had gone off on an onsen outing last weekend.
In the news, today is indeed Koizumi's last day as President...of the Liberal Democratic Party, that is. It should be a cakewalk for Shinzo Abe; even the media hasn't been too hyped up about the passing of the torch. Abe's accession to Prime Minister will be happening officially at the end of the month. I was reading in The Japan Times yesterday about Japan's No. 1 Elvis fan's legacy according to the international media. The best he could get was that he gave off a rock n' roll image. Otherwise, he was really just sizzle, no steak. And even Koizumi couldn't make it through his time as PM without an ewwwww moment...the one in which he was playing air guitar at Graceland in front of a bemused George Bush (Dubya must've secretly whooped it up at seeing someone else being called goofy for that week) and Presley clan. And here I thought that Koizumi's predecessor, Yoshiro Mori, took the cake when he had that cringeworthy conversation in English with Bill Clinton at the 2000 G8 Summit. Well, at least Koizumi had that rebel image (if only superficially); Abe just strikes me as being a cigar store Indian.
And of course, last Wednesday, the Imperial Household Agency proudly crowed the new name bestowed on the future heir to the Chrysanthemum Throne. The kid gets to be called Hisahito, which apparently means gentle. There was a bit of a hue and cry in the media since one of the hit singing duo, Yuzu, happens to have the exact same kanji as the little prince (though his name is pronounced differently). Also, the name can be said as "Yu-jin" which is analogous to the English "Eugene". So, when the prince eventually seeks higher education in an English-speaking country, he can invite his classmates to call him that. And his classmates can just paste the "Kick Me" sign on him as well.
Well, it's been a while...about a week, I dare reckon. Like any other week, it's had its share of ups and downs. First, the downs...both of them professionally. Last week's model lessons were a split. Ironically, it was the one for which I'd planned over a few days that was the big failure. For that one, I kinda felt like the USAF plane after it had accidentally bombed the Chinese embassy during the Serb War...I had faulty intelligence. I had been told that the student in question had a better speaking ability when it turned out to be quite the opposite. In other words, that one hour was a test in pain and flop sweat. Not surprisingly, she canned the second model lesson. I wasn't too happy about that. Speedy tried to allay my frustration but unfortunately he has a bit of a tendency to make anything sound backhanded at times. However, the first ML was a homer out of the park; I just pulled out one of my own readymade lessons. The second downer was having to teach a couple of kids last night at the juku in place of the usual kids' teacher. The juku boss neglected to tell me a couple of key facts...one being that the mother always sat in on the class. Another kilogram lost unnecessarily. I held my gorge in although I did tell her that I wasn't too happy about how things developed; she felt suitably bad about it. Sometimes, she can be a real scatterbrain. Let's say this...I wouldn't be too kindly inclined if today were "Be Kind to Your Boss Day".
Between those two exercises in futility, The Egg and his wife came into town. Last Thursday, I went all the way to Narita's Terminal 1. Not surprisingly, AC001 was delayed by about an hour so I had time to check out the new mall sandwiched between the two wings. Yes, it looked like any one of those shiny shopping emporiums that have now liberally sprinkled themselves all over the Kanto. I saw a Thai restaurant, a ramen eatery and a conveyor belt sushi place along with the usual McD's and a Tsutaya bookstore. Not a bad thing to have while waiting for that flight.
When the Egg and Mrs. Egg finally came through the Customs barrier, it looked like the former gained some more yolk. Such is the passing of age. To rationalize it, there's more of us to love. For the past few days, it's been alternately getting on with my regular life and getting used to having two roomies. Strangely enough, it hasn't been too bad bunking on my sofa. I haven't had the usual backaches.
Right now, both Eggs are out of town. Off in Sendai to meet the in-laws. So I have my own place again for at least a couple of days. Then, my friends come back for two more nights at the Hotel H before taking off for The Great White North on Sunday. But in the meantime, I've got 001 and 007 tonight. 001 should be another funfest since she, 002 and the Baker had gone off on an onsen outing last weekend.
In the news, today is indeed Koizumi's last day as President...of the Liberal Democratic Party, that is. It should be a cakewalk for Shinzo Abe; even the media hasn't been too hyped up about the passing of the torch. Abe's accession to Prime Minister will be happening officially at the end of the month. I was reading in The Japan Times yesterday about Japan's No. 1 Elvis fan's legacy according to the international media. The best he could get was that he gave off a rock n' roll image. Otherwise, he was really just sizzle, no steak. And even Koizumi couldn't make it through his time as PM without an ewwwww moment...the one in which he was playing air guitar at Graceland in front of a bemused George Bush (Dubya must've secretly whooped it up at seeing someone else being called goofy for that week) and Presley clan. And here I thought that Koizumi's predecessor, Yoshiro Mori, took the cake when he had that cringeworthy conversation in English with Bill Clinton at the 2000 G8 Summit. Well, at least Koizumi had that rebel image (if only superficially); Abe just strikes me as being a cigar store Indian.
And of course, last Wednesday, the Imperial Household Agency proudly crowed the new name bestowed on the future heir to the Chrysanthemum Throne. The kid gets to be called Hisahito, which apparently means gentle. There was a bit of a hue and cry in the media since one of the hit singing duo, Yuzu, happens to have the exact same kanji as the little prince (though his name is pronounced differently). Also, the name can be said as "Yu-jin" which is analogous to the English "Eugene". So, when the prince eventually seeks higher education in an English-speaking country, he can invite his classmates to call him that. And his classmates can just paste the "Kick Me" sign on him as well.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Wednesday September 13, 5:31 p.m.
Well, I did look at that CNN Pipeline coverage of the original hours of the 9/11 attacks. I had originally caught it just when the 2nd plane hit the Twin Towers. So I managed to catch up in a way with the first 10 minutes of the bulletin. Judging from the coverage, it was a revelation that the CNN anchors couldn't realize initially that they were under terrorist attack even after that second plane had been sent careening into the building....even considering that first attempted attack in 1993 and then Oklahoma City in 1995. After that second plane, the reporters thought that it had been a second explosion from the first plane crash. Such was the mindset that the mighty fortress of the US couldn't be attacked.
My day yesterday was fairly pleasant as Tuesdays go. I had The Beehive...this time, we did get our old room back; the first floor of the bowling alley was looking pretty spanking brand new; the staff looked like their old sullen selves, though. Then, it was several hours of downtime just at Beckers the burger joint in Tsudanuma Station and then a Mister Donuts near Funabashi Station. The Mister Donuts had that classic American diner look but the music was this strange mix of Trance (interesting take on Queen's "We Are The Champions") and the "Superman Returns" soundtrack. Then, it was 002...which was fine as usual.
There was some more schedule jostling at the juku. Looks like I'll be starting an hour earlier next Tuesday with Seven because the boss decided to bring in a pair of twin kids for me to entertain for some reason. Thankfully, The Salaryman will be off in Bali so I have some off time to recuperate. I'm just having Mrs. Mild this month since hubby is really busy. Man, I almost strangled her last night since she had trouble with the just simplest samples of syntax...this, after over three years of teaching her. I was indeed glad that I didn't have The Siberian.
Well, I got a bit of a bombshell from GC out of Mie Prefecture. Looks like he'll be out of a job come December since the demographics for his client base have finally disappeared after over 12 years on the job. Man, that's rough. I gave him some advice and I think he has a 1 to 2-year safety net so hopefully, he'll have some lead time to get back on his feet. Speaking of old faces, I got my apartment partially ready for The Egg tomorrow. Man, did I throw out a lot of stuff today...including my 10-year-old pillow. Well, at least I got rid of the tick-and-mite colony.
But right now, I'm worrying about a couple of model lessons after 001 tonight. Keeping my fingers crossed but I'll be happy if I can just score .500.
Well, I did look at that CNN Pipeline coverage of the original hours of the 9/11 attacks. I had originally caught it just when the 2nd plane hit the Twin Towers. So I managed to catch up in a way with the first 10 minutes of the bulletin. Judging from the coverage, it was a revelation that the CNN anchors couldn't realize initially that they were under terrorist attack even after that second plane had been sent careening into the building....even considering that first attempted attack in 1993 and then Oklahoma City in 1995. After that second plane, the reporters thought that it had been a second explosion from the first plane crash. Such was the mindset that the mighty fortress of the US couldn't be attacked.
My day yesterday was fairly pleasant as Tuesdays go. I had The Beehive...this time, we did get our old room back; the first floor of the bowling alley was looking pretty spanking brand new; the staff looked like their old sullen selves, though. Then, it was several hours of downtime just at Beckers the burger joint in Tsudanuma Station and then a Mister Donuts near Funabashi Station. The Mister Donuts had that classic American diner look but the music was this strange mix of Trance (interesting take on Queen's "We Are The Champions") and the "Superman Returns" soundtrack. Then, it was 002...which was fine as usual.
There was some more schedule jostling at the juku. Looks like I'll be starting an hour earlier next Tuesday with Seven because the boss decided to bring in a pair of twin kids for me to entertain for some reason. Thankfully, The Salaryman will be off in Bali so I have some off time to recuperate. I'm just having Mrs. Mild this month since hubby is really busy. Man, I almost strangled her last night since she had trouble with the just simplest samples of syntax...this, after over three years of teaching her. I was indeed glad that I didn't have The Siberian.
Well, I got a bit of a bombshell from GC out of Mie Prefecture. Looks like he'll be out of a job come December since the demographics for his client base have finally disappeared after over 12 years on the job. Man, that's rough. I gave him some advice and I think he has a 1 to 2-year safety net so hopefully, he'll have some lead time to get back on his feet. Speaking of old faces, I got my apartment partially ready for The Egg tomorrow. Man, did I throw out a lot of stuff today...including my 10-year-old pillow. Well, at least I got rid of the tick-and-mite colony.
But right now, I'm worrying about a couple of model lessons after 001 tonight. Keeping my fingers crossed but I'll be happy if I can just score .500.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Monday September 11, 5:39 p.m.
I had a pretty pleasant if sleepy time with The Madame yesterday, although things got off to a rollicking start (now, let's not get our minds into the gutter from what I've just written down). The two of us went to our usual haunt above Shinjuku Station on the 7th floor of restaurants. We decided to go for Thai, an unusual choice for The Madame since she's not one for spicy food but her need for Asian cuisine overrode all other factors. She was talking more about her quest for spiritualism in which her latest out-of-body experience had her empty body flailing away on the mat during her seminar. She even re-enacted her actions which, vertically speaking, kinda looked like a Warner Bros. cartoon character on acid. Then, we went all the way downstairs to the level below the JR level to a fancy food court known as The City Cafe. I'd passed by the place over the past couple of years without once setting foot inside it but I (with The Madame) finally took our steps inside. We were escorted to a table (basically, it was like one huge cafeteria) and we got our Bubble Teas. We ended up staying there for a good 3-4 hours; at one point, the two of us were in danger of just nodding off so we went for some rather strong coffee from one of the counters called Negishi, and drank it down with that teen fave of a chocolate-banana crepe. I felt kinda bad that I was starting to get sleepy in front of my friend but I rationalized it as being so comfortable in front of her that I didn't need to put on airs.
Quite a few changes in my work schedule. I finally got word about what happened on Saturday morning concerning the family of the two kids. I actually got the message from the father, and not the mother since it seems that she has come down with some rather debilitating pain after their trip to Europe. It looks like we'll be getting together on Sunday afternoon so I'll have to re-schedule The Carolinan's lesson back a couple of hours. And then, I found out from SIL that she may be going on another hiatus although she finished her message by asking me whether if another venue might be suitable. The Part-Timer is good to go, though, in the next 20 minutes.
I still have to get ready for Egg and his wife for Thursday. I figure that I'll be doing some major adjustments to the apartment on Wednesday and Thursday. Plus, I have two model lessons on Wednesday night that I'm prepping for. I'll definitely be suffering for my art this week.
Speaking of suffering, I've been keeping my promise to do the tofu-and-salad dinners so far, although I've got the loophole of reverting back to my old omnivourous ways if I'm invited to dinner (I did exercise that option on Saturday when I went out with Speedy and his gang). Interestingly enough, I've been pretty faithful so far and in fact, I don't even find the thought of regularly ingesting vegetable protein and just plain vegetables all that unappealing. I had a Wendy's Bacon Burger Classic for lunch, though. The Matron filled me in on a tastier variation on the tofu theme. She said that I should fry up a couple of slices of bacon extra crisp and then chop them into pieces and sprinkle them onto some unsuspecting bean curds for some mighty good flavour. One would think that bacon would be the last thing that a dieter would put on tofu but The Matron reasoned that the extra grease would have been rendered out during the cooking process. Well, I could always use an alternative from just soy sauce and sesame seeds.
Speaking of The Matron, I was grateful that The Lady did show up for the lesson today. When I got to the house, I had been informed by the housekeeper that The Lady had been under the weather but she did come during the latter half of the lesson.
I had a pretty pleasant if sleepy time with The Madame yesterday, although things got off to a rollicking start (now, let's not get our minds into the gutter from what I've just written down). The two of us went to our usual haunt above Shinjuku Station on the 7th floor of restaurants. We decided to go for Thai, an unusual choice for The Madame since she's not one for spicy food but her need for Asian cuisine overrode all other factors. She was talking more about her quest for spiritualism in which her latest out-of-body experience had her empty body flailing away on the mat during her seminar. She even re-enacted her actions which, vertically speaking, kinda looked like a Warner Bros. cartoon character on acid. Then, we went all the way downstairs to the level below the JR level to a fancy food court known as The City Cafe. I'd passed by the place over the past couple of years without once setting foot inside it but I (with The Madame) finally took our steps inside. We were escorted to a table (basically, it was like one huge cafeteria) and we got our Bubble Teas. We ended up staying there for a good 3-4 hours; at one point, the two of us were in danger of just nodding off so we went for some rather strong coffee from one of the counters called Negishi, and drank it down with that teen fave of a chocolate-banana crepe. I felt kinda bad that I was starting to get sleepy in front of my friend but I rationalized it as being so comfortable in front of her that I didn't need to put on airs.
Quite a few changes in my work schedule. I finally got word about what happened on Saturday morning concerning the family of the two kids. I actually got the message from the father, and not the mother since it seems that she has come down with some rather debilitating pain after their trip to Europe. It looks like we'll be getting together on Sunday afternoon so I'll have to re-schedule The Carolinan's lesson back a couple of hours. And then, I found out from SIL that she may be going on another hiatus although she finished her message by asking me whether if another venue might be suitable. The Part-Timer is good to go, though, in the next 20 minutes.
I still have to get ready for Egg and his wife for Thursday. I figure that I'll be doing some major adjustments to the apartment on Wednesday and Thursday. Plus, I have two model lessons on Wednesday night that I'm prepping for. I'll definitely be suffering for my art this week.
Speaking of suffering, I've been keeping my promise to do the tofu-and-salad dinners so far, although I've got the loophole of reverting back to my old omnivourous ways if I'm invited to dinner (I did exercise that option on Saturday when I went out with Speedy and his gang). Interestingly enough, I've been pretty faithful so far and in fact, I don't even find the thought of regularly ingesting vegetable protein and just plain vegetables all that unappealing. I had a Wendy's Bacon Burger Classic for lunch, though. The Matron filled me in on a tastier variation on the tofu theme. She said that I should fry up a couple of slices of bacon extra crisp and then chop them into pieces and sprinkle them onto some unsuspecting bean curds for some mighty good flavour. One would think that bacon would be the last thing that a dieter would put on tofu but The Matron reasoned that the extra grease would have been rendered out during the cooking process. Well, I could always use an alternative from just soy sauce and sesame seeds.
Speaking of The Matron, I was grateful that The Lady did show up for the lesson today. When I got to the house, I had been informed by the housekeeper that The Lady had been under the weather but she did come during the latter half of the lesson.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Saturday September 9, 2:54 p.m.
Well, 40 years and nearly 6 hours ago, a little show made by a former cop and war pilot came onto the air being touted as a "Wagon Train to the Stars" and ended up becoming this geek-and-nerd magnet. Yes, "Star Trek" has just turned 40. I kinda wonder if any affiliate in the US or Canada actually put on "Man Trap" at 8 p.m. EST on the 8th. Sorry, William but I guess millions of people just won't get a life.
As for me, I guess I haven't been getting much of a teaching life this week. Not only did I not get to teach the OL or the UL on Friday but The Ace bailed out on me. But I should be grateful to him since he did so some 10 minutes after his lesson was supposed to have begun, which means I still get at least half-pay.
A big reason that I should get a new phone...I got this garbled message on my machine yesterday. All I could make out was barely a name and the fact that she was calling long-distance....and then, the line cut out. After a few minutes of going over, I came to the thought that it may have the mother for my two girls, The Elder and The Younger. The family was off in Germany from the 26th and I was wondering if they had gotten stuck there with the airflight in Europe being what it is right now. Well, the proof was in the pudding this morning when I decided to head out to the house anyways all the way from my humble abode in Ichikawa. Sure enough, after three doorbell rings and several rings on the phone, there was noone home. Well, as they say here, sho ga nai. I just headed over to Shinjuku to hang out for those two unpaid hours. Looking at the bright side of things, I did manage to pick out some Arm & Hammer Deodorizer at Tokyu Hands, the household goods store in the Takashimaya Times Square complex. With The Egg and missus heading out here on Thursday, I figure I need to do some major deodorizing of my apartment. I also did some research on some other possible purchases for the upcoming arrival...such as a new pillow and electric fan.
I decided to walk through the sea of humidity and have lunch at Hansens. Well, when one has had a frankly frustrating end to the week, one should get a bit of pampering. So I was happy to have my two hot dogs and fries. I just finished my lesson with Farrah...not sure if it'll be my last with her since she only signed for a 4-lesson block. I frankly think that she should be coming out here every Saturday to make things worthwhile. Now, I'm just waiting for the Ramen Lady who'll be here in about an hour. Then, I've got this dinner with Speedy, his wife and the secretary who's just gone on maternity leave.
Well, 40 years and nearly 6 hours ago, a little show made by a former cop and war pilot came onto the air being touted as a "Wagon Train to the Stars" and ended up becoming this geek-and-nerd magnet. Yes, "Star Trek" has just turned 40. I kinda wonder if any affiliate in the US or Canada actually put on "Man Trap" at 8 p.m. EST on the 8th. Sorry, William but I guess millions of people just won't get a life.
As for me, I guess I haven't been getting much of a teaching life this week. Not only did I not get to teach the OL or the UL on Friday but The Ace bailed out on me. But I should be grateful to him since he did so some 10 minutes after his lesson was supposed to have begun, which means I still get at least half-pay.
A big reason that I should get a new phone...I got this garbled message on my machine yesterday. All I could make out was barely a name and the fact that she was calling long-distance....and then, the line cut out. After a few minutes of going over, I came to the thought that it may have the mother for my two girls, The Elder and The Younger. The family was off in Germany from the 26th and I was wondering if they had gotten stuck there with the airflight in Europe being what it is right now. Well, the proof was in the pudding this morning when I decided to head out to the house anyways all the way from my humble abode in Ichikawa. Sure enough, after three doorbell rings and several rings on the phone, there was noone home. Well, as they say here, sho ga nai. I just headed over to Shinjuku to hang out for those two unpaid hours. Looking at the bright side of things, I did manage to pick out some Arm & Hammer Deodorizer at Tokyu Hands, the household goods store in the Takashimaya Times Square complex. With The Egg and missus heading out here on Thursday, I figure I need to do some major deodorizing of my apartment. I also did some research on some other possible purchases for the upcoming arrival...such as a new pillow and electric fan.
I decided to walk through the sea of humidity and have lunch at Hansens. Well, when one has had a frankly frustrating end to the week, one should get a bit of pampering. So I was happy to have my two hot dogs and fries. I just finished my lesson with Farrah...not sure if it'll be my last with her since she only signed for a 4-lesson block. I frankly think that she should be coming out here every Saturday to make things worthwhile. Now, I'm just waiting for the Ramen Lady who'll be here in about an hour. Then, I've got this dinner with Speedy, his wife and the secretary who's just gone on maternity leave.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Thursday September 7, 2:40 p.m.
Back at my other office in I-Cafe. I've got Fred Flintstone snoring in the next booth so things aren't as quiet as I would have hoped. Still, the two cups of complementary of blend coffee have helped.
A number of little tidbits here and there:
Looks like The Egg and I have caught a break in logistics. He and the missus are planning to come over here to the Hotel Haruhiko for a vacation next Thursday. It was gonna be a tricky thing to have the apartment ready for them since I usually have The Carolinan for her regular lesson on alternate Thursday nights. Well, she just let me know that she has to cancel the 14th which leaves me free and clear to not only get the place prepped but also to pick them up at Narita. The wife won't be here for all of their 10 days but it looks like Egg will be a roomie; it's been a while since I've had one.
002 was back from Hawaii. She and her hubby had a good time traveling the less traveled routes of the Aloha State so there was an influx of English in their dialogues but she was a bit down on herself that she couldn't get all that she'd wanted to say out of her mouth. Well, I told her that considering most of her days are spent here amongst native Japanese with only a once-a-week session with me, she's doing pretty well. My newest souvenirs were a can of SPAM (I do love my luncheon meat) and some shortbread cookies from Waikiki. The latter I've already devoured with my blend coffee.
Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs here at the cafe before I see B2. Not sure if it'll just be the lass tonight. I recall that B2B is off on business for the next little while. It'll certainly make my lessons easier.
JJ finally got back to me. Yep, I think that it's the end between us but at least she was gracious about it.
Back at my other office in I-Cafe. I've got Fred Flintstone snoring in the next booth so things aren't as quiet as I would have hoped. Still, the two cups of complementary of blend coffee have helped.
A number of little tidbits here and there:
Looks like The Egg and I have caught a break in logistics. He and the missus are planning to come over here to the Hotel Haruhiko for a vacation next Thursday. It was gonna be a tricky thing to have the apartment ready for them since I usually have The Carolinan for her regular lesson on alternate Thursday nights. Well, she just let me know that she has to cancel the 14th which leaves me free and clear to not only get the place prepped but also to pick them up at Narita. The wife won't be here for all of their 10 days but it looks like Egg will be a roomie; it's been a while since I've had one.
002 was back from Hawaii. She and her hubby had a good time traveling the less traveled routes of the Aloha State so there was an influx of English in their dialogues but she was a bit down on herself that she couldn't get all that she'd wanted to say out of her mouth. Well, I told her that considering most of her days are spent here amongst native Japanese with only a once-a-week session with me, she's doing pretty well. My newest souvenirs were a can of SPAM (I do love my luncheon meat) and some shortbread cookies from Waikiki. The latter I've already devoured with my blend coffee.
Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs here at the cafe before I see B2. Not sure if it'll just be the lass tonight. I recall that B2B is off on business for the next little while. It'll certainly make my lessons easier.
JJ finally got back to me. Yep, I think that it's the end between us but at least she was gracious about it.