Friday, August 31, 2012

Much to look at, little to read.

The Metrics:
62        =  The number of pictures taken during my travels
4          =  Forms of transit used in arriving at Doe Bay
8          =  The assuredly non-fire-code approved occupancy of our Cabin
2          =  The number of coffee cups in the afore mentioned Cabin's Kitchenette . . . curious
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 Hiyo All,

Whit's internet access has been further delayed, so I'm afraid you all are stuck with me for while longer yet.  On the upside I just returned from the Pacific Northwest, where I was visiting my Sister, Brother-in-law and Nephew, and attending the wedding of a longtime family friend. Since the recent posts have been heavy on the talk low on the pictures, I've decided to reverse direction and post some of the MANY beautiful pictures from my recent trip.  It'll be light on narrative but I'm sure you won't mind ;).

The trip began with a few days in Portland visiting the familia, including my increasingly bipedal nephew Ollie.

Another difficult day at the office for Ollie.

Fortunately he has his assistant Ez to help keep him up to speed
with the days memos.
After a few days we made the rather epic trek to Orcas Island off the coast of Washington, north of Seattle.  While you won't see it in picture form there was a 5 hour drive from Portland to Anacortes, the main ferry port for the San Juan Islands.

This is a panoramic shot of the ferry loading zone, there were easily 12+ lanes of cars waiting to make the crossing.

Yup, the cars got to make the journey as well. I'm sure they
enjoyed the experience of something else carrying them
for a change.


Ollie handling the travel like a champ.

Me having fun with my phone's panoramic function again.  This is just the tip of the iceberg for the beauty of the region.

Once we made it off of the ferry, it took about 50 minutes of additional driving to make it to the wedding location: Doe Bay.

The two bedroom cabin we shared.
putting the doe in Doe Bay
In addition to a whole lot of natural splendor there was a lovely
little garden, as well as a clothing optional hot tub and sauna
. . . for other forms of natural splendor ;).

The next day we back tracked to one of the larger towns on the island Eastsound to have a look around.

Ollie, ready for a day full of adventure!
Nothing pretty here. . . move along . . .
Ollie, recovering from a day full of adventure!
That evening was the wedding itself and everything went off without a hitch . . . or I suppose in this case with a hitch by design.  They couldn't have asked for better weather, it was a cool clear evening, perfect for an outdoor ceremony and reception.

The reception pavilion couldn't have been more than 100
feet from the waters edge.
This was the back drop for the ceremony . . . yup.
The next morning while the rest of the family headed back to Portlandia, my Dad and I stuck around Orcas island for an extra day before heading back to our respective Midwestern homes.

A short hike at Obstruction Pass took us down to the shore.
Not exactly sun tanning beaches.
I think we interrupted something intimate between these two
starfish.
A small panorama from the top of the highest peak on the island, Mt. Constitution . . .
yeah the name leaves something to be desired.
Dan, pinnacle of Constitution . . . *cue laugh track*
Another short hike around part of Mountain Lake.
We spent our last night in a comparatively posh suite in
Deer Harbor, making a subsequently easier travel day.

Finally our time to depart the island came, but nature offered a fitting send off . . . with a ham and cheese croissant no less!

The Orcas Village Inn where we grabbed a bite while
waiting for the first ferry of the morning.
Sunrise on Orcas Village.

Now that I'm back home things are starting to pick up with school so look forward to an update on that front, and hopefully we'll find a way for you all to get some the many amazing stories Whitney has been accruing while getting settled down in Fukuoka.

Until next time, thanks for reading, and don't forget to feed the fish!

DW

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The Storm Before the Storm . . .

Hiyo All,

As I prepare to go to a wedding out in the Pacific Northwest and Whitney's teaching begins in earnest, I fear I must be negligent in my blog duties for the week.  Once I'm back I'll be hitting the ground running, with my new degree program starting up, so there will be plenty to talk about.  Until then, have a grand week, and don't forget to feed the fish!

DW

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

I'm Big in Japan!

Metrics:

15     = Total hours WR spent on a plane two weeks ago.
26     =  New foods WR has tried in Japan and liked.
1       =  New foods WR has tried in Japan and not liked.  (Weird
honey-bun thing.)
3       =  Cold showers WR had to take before Sempai came over and
showed her how to properly work the bathroom water-heater.
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Hello from 日本, readers!

The good news:  I’m ALIVE!  I survived the 12:45 flight from Chicago
to Japan, and then I made it through a turbulent 2 hour flight from
Tokyo to Fukuoka (we were flying toward a Typhoon… awesome).   I’ve
also started settling into my apartment and I can feed and clean
myself to a functional degree.  So, things are alright.

The bad news:  I am totally disconnected.  As of right now, I have no
internet at the house (and only momentary, very limited access at
work), no cell phone, not even a home landline.   I’m totally cut off.
 And it sucks.   But, once my “Foreigner’s Card” arrives in the mail
(in the next 10 days, here’s hoping), I’ll be able to get a smart
phone and use some of the lovely Apps Dan mentioned in the previous
post.  The home internet will take WAY longer (like, weeks and weeks),
but once I have a phone I won’t care!

(Update:  I just recently got my “Foreigner’s Card” and cell phone!
Yaaaaay!  But I can’t use it as a mobile hotspot for my laptop [which
I write the blogs on].  However, the angelic Ellie [my JET Sempai]
informed me that the school’s computers can read Flash Drives, so I’ll
upload that way.  I still don’t have my own access to the Internet at
school, nor any Internet at my house.)

With that out of the way, let’s talk Tokyo!

So, I landed two Sundays ago, on the afternoon of July 29th, at Narita
Airport (flew out Saturday morning, landed Sunday afternoon… wheeeee,
time-change!).  I, along with hundreds of other JETs, filed out of the
plane and into the passport line, dragging our carry-ons behind us.
It was hot and crowded, and the wait was over an hour (thanks to an
entire Chinese tour group cutting in front of us).  But we were
thrilled to be out of the plane and finally in Japan.

After the passport line and customs, we went to the turn-styles to
collect our baggage.  Now, since JETs are actually moving to Japan,
most of us had around 150 lbs of goods (some had more) and there were
100 of us on my plane alone.  So, there was a lot of baggage flying around.
And we were limited in what we could take with us to Tokyo
Orientation.  That meant that there were a lot of JETs on the sidewalk
with their bags open, desperately repacking as fast as they could.
But, thanks to Dan’s and my super-planning, list-making abilities, I
didn’t have to do that.  I dropped my extra baggage off at the
shipping truck and waited (while sweating a lot) for the next
available bus to take us to the hotel.

The bus was caught in traffic a few times, so we arrived at the Keio
Plaza Hotel around 8:30 pm.  I unpacked, familiarized myself with the
bizarrely complicated toilet, Skyped with Dan (thanks to the free,
fast hotel internet… GOD I MISS THAT…), and went to sleep around 10:00
pm.  Many people went out in Tokyo Sunday night, but my roommate and I
were just too exhausted from the day’s journey.

The next morning, Orientation began with breakfast (a strange take on
the Western style, with things like “scrambled eggs” [tasty, but with
a consistency of American peanut butter] and sausages [which were
actually tiny hot dogs, served with mustard]).  But, the food was free
and the coffee was plentiful, so it was a good start to the day.  Next
came the formal JET Program 2012 Opening Ceremony, followed by
speeches, workshops, meetings, and the like.  There was a lot of great
advice given at the Orientation, but it’s hard to keep it all in your
head (given the overwhelming nature of it all).  And, since “every
situation in different” (a common JET expression), one is constantly
having to filter the information through the perceived notions of our
specific situation. But… the best you can do is try, right?

Let’s skip to the highlights of my time in Tokyo: my evenings out!

SPOILER ALERT:  2012 Fukuoka JETS in Groups C or Late-Incoming
Alternates, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.  The surprise is totally great,
if you’re going, and you shouldn’t ruin it!

After the Welcome Reception on Monday night, the fun-loving FUK JETs
went to a Shinjuku bar called “The Lock-Up.”  It… was… amazing.  Weird
Japan at its finest, some said.  The bar, which is located on the 7th
floor of some neon-encrusted building I could probably never find
again if you paid me, is “prison” themed.  But, Americans, it’s closer
to a prison-meets-Haunted-House theme.  The hostesses are decked out
in an outfit that’s somewhere between a leather “French Maid” and a
police officer.  One of these “guards” led us to our cell (all the
drinking / eating rooms are private-party “cells”), where we sat and
ordered drinks.

It’s difficult to describe the drinks, really.  Most were very tasty
and had a mad-scientist flair to them (i.e. most were served in
beakers, test-tubes, or made use of syringes, etc.)  But you can see
for yourself by clicking HERE.  After an hour or so, the lights
suddenly shut off and alarms start blaring.  A woman starts shouting
over the intercom (in Japanese, of course), “A monster has escaped!  A
monster has escaped!”  Then, we hear some sort of encounter between a
man and woman, which clearly ends poorly (I mean, the guy goes,
“MUHUHAHAHAHAHA!” at the end, which is International for “Bad Guy”).
Then, we see shadows outside our doors.  The windows start to rattle.
Strobe lights go off.  There are sound effects: creaking wood,
shuffling feet, and the occasional chainsaw.  We hear screams in
neighboring rooms, which are definitely not sound effects.

Then, one of our doors bursts open.  A blood-spattered, white-coated,
masked madman runs in the room and begins to terrorize us.  We, of
course, start screaming and laughing as he moves from JET to JET,
playing with their hair or suddenly rushing at them.  After a few
moments, he leaves.  Other madmen enter from time to time, each
scarier or more hilarious than the last.  My favorites?  One that was
dressed up like a scary-clown-reindeer (no, I’m being serious) and
another that entered right as “Thriller” came on, who danced some of
the MJ moves (naturally) and, just before leaving the room, tweaked
the nipples of the guy sitting next to me (….umm, naturally).  It was
beyond hysterical.

The production went on for many hilarious minutes (my stomach actually
hurt from laughing) and culminated in one of the She-Guards kicking in
the door, shooting the escaped prisoner, and dragging him back to his
cell in chains.  The lights rose and, of course, the drinking and
eating resumed.  But really, if you’re ever in Shinjuku and you’re
looking for a great place to hang out (and only 3,500 Yen for 2 hours
of all you can eat and drink!), “The Lock Up” is one crazy experience.

My second night out, though not as dramatic, was really enjoyable.  I
met up with my friend Peter, whom I’ve known since my days at JCCC.
He lives in Yokohama now and was willing to meet up with me in
Shibuya, to take me to dinner.  So, I actually braved the Shinjuku
Train station… by myself.  I was terrified and it was INSANE (people
EVERYWHERE, confusing signs EVERYWHERE), but I made it.  I got off at
the Shibuya station and followed the signs for “Hachiko Statue” (a
famous dog and a very popular meeting spot in Tokyo).  Peter found me
and we walked to a nearby yakuniku restaurant, one of his favorites.
(Note: Yakuniku is where there’s a small grill set in your table.  You
order a plate of raw meat & veggies that you cook to your own liking,
and eat with rice [or whatever other side you want].  There are
several sauces on the table.  It’s DELICIOUS.)  We had a great meal
and a wonderful conversation (it was nice to talk to someone I already
know, versus people I’ve just met [even when they’re really nice
people]) and it really put a nice close on my brief Tokyo experience.

I’ll probably stop there for the time being!  There’s much more to
tell, especially of my first experiences in Chikushino & Fukuoka, but
my lack of keyboard-friendly connectivity makes uploading difficult.
I look forward to being able to share more with you as my e-access
becomes stable!

Thanks for reading!
WR

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

A little post a little late.

Hi All, I'm afraid you get a place holder in lieu of a real post this week.  While I have done some more baking, and attempting to regain the ground I've lost since the Tri, things have continued more or less on the same trajectory both here and on the other side of the Pacific.  Unfortunately for Whit that means her access to the wonderous interwebs is sadly still lacking.  She will hopefully be outfitted with a smartphone inside the week, and will be able to login from work sometime in a few weeks there after, but sadly her high-powered wired connection for home will be even farther off than that . . . ahh the wonders of bureaucracy.  Before I go I will leave you with a parting story passed along by Whit.

Both fortunately and un, Whit was bequeathed a fair number of belongings from the Jets who lived there before her. Including a light coating of grime and pungency which were the gift of her most recent (definitively bachelored) predecessor.  So on her day off on Monday, she chose to spend a fair part of the day cleaning / inventorying.  While the cleaning went well aroma still lingered in the kitchen and she immediately thought of some incense she had seen earlier.  Never having used incense before she took out the holder, the sticks, and the entirely Japanese instructions.  It did however have pictures, and it all seemed pretty straight forward:

hold away from face, light the end with a match, and what could only be magical Japanesey starry smell will come out from it.

Needless to say this scenario ended with Whitney, grimy from her day of cleaning, standing in the middle of her Kitchenette . . . holding a sparkler.  Ah, the entertaining joys of language barriers :). 

That's all for this week. I promise a real post next week from me if Whit is still offline.  For now, thanks for reading, and don't forget to feed the fish!

DW