As I write this I can hear Disney’s fireworks in the distance. Never thought I would live within walking (ok, a really long walk) distance of “the most magical place in the world.” Or maybe I just didn’t know I would be near a place that literally calls itself that. Either way, it’s kinda fun. I will have to take pictures someday. Someday when I bring my tripod that is (these are all taken from low angles because I had to set my camera on the ground to keep it steady).
Today was Ueno. They are famous for a giant park and accompanying zoo. I took a fair amount of pics, but few I thought were worth uploading. Thus, I haven’t uploaded them yet. The zoo was interesting, although the people were the bigger attraction for me. I’ve seen all the animals before and been to countless zoo’s, but see so many people in one place was interesting. One thing is for sure: kids are the same everywhere. All throughout you could hear children yelling to there parents “見て、見て！”, which means “Look, look!” The parents would immediately respond “見た。” which means “I see/saw.” I don’t think they even necessarily saw, but there children were sure to keep asking them to look without the assurance that they had already saw. I’m sure American parents do the same thing, I just haven’t spent much time around kids. Grandparents must have unanimously decided to spoil their grandchildren. I shouldn’t say spoil I guess. Treasure; that’ll work. Grandfathers carrying their granddaughters and grandmothers attending to children while parents sigh in the background is as common here as it is at home.
I think you could make quite a sport out of watching people on the train too. One woman got on soon after I had and started bandaging her fingers. She was carrying some sort of instrument (violin would be my guess) and seemed to be perfectly at home with blisters on her fingers and a case on her back. Riding the train either to or from practice I suppose.
Comics must not be considered solely for children here. I thought that odd. I see 30 year old business men in there suits reading the monthly manga (comics). Not sure what the culture behind that is, but I find it quite interesting. I might have to ask my culture teacher someday.
Tomorrow I might go to a Lutheran church, which is supposed to be in English. We will see how that goes. I kinda like the one I went to last week by my station though (did I tell this story?). I couldn’t understand a word (as it was a Korean preacher with a very fast-speaking Japanese translator), but they were so friendly. I think they thought I was lost at first. Reasonably so; I was the only white person there that week and possibly ever. I showed up like an hour before the service actually started because I had no idea when it was. By the time church had started every person in there who could speak English had talked to me, the rest learned about me through them, and to top it off I had like 3 cups of coffee brought to me. Afterwards they invited me to stay for rolls and more coffee. The rolls were delicious. They had butter baked into the middle so it was like biting into a warm, well buttered, fresh roll. The coffee was terrible, but it was all quite nice. We will see how the Lutheran church compares.
I suppose afterwards I will saunter over to the flea market by my school (Oh, the Lutheran church is by my school too). Perhaps I will buy some decorations. I dont really notice my bland walls, but I’ll take any excuse to buy old crap at a flea market. They always feel like a small town. All the stall owners seem to know each other and spend as much time talking as selling. I wonder if they make any money at it or if it’s all just for the love of it all. I could try to ask, but I don’t think it would go well. Atmosphere is difficult enough to define in English; I couldn’t do the thought justice in Japanese.
I’m open to suggestions on what to buy. Last week they had postcards, old posters, books, broken swords, and any random old crap. Postcards could be fun.
I found this wonderful bakery the other day. They are quite cheap (less than 2 dollars for some pretty filling little things). A nice change from 7-11 every day. I will probably come back quite a bit, but I can’t help but stare at an old sign they have. It is of a young, black girl eating a watermelon. It is quite obviously racist. Not sure how to break that to them. What do you say? Excuse me, your sign is cool and all, but you might want to know that is is really racist too. Good thing there is an almost non existent black population here. Maybe the sleeping dog is just better left lying in this case.
I have considered getting a job. The only thing I am really qualified to do is teach English, and I am unsure at best about that. Most of the jobs are teaching English to younger kids. As my family, friends, and most people who have met me know, I don’t exactly have an electrifying personality. I think I would need a kid like me. A little quite and spends far too much time listening and possibly a little too little talking. Don’t suppose those are really too common. Well, we will see. Maybe I will apply. Or maybe I’ll just stick to 7-11 food.
I would love to hear suggestions on that one. Do you think I would be good with kids? They seem so overwhelming. Always moving, talking, asking. Oh well, I seem to go circles on this issue. I think I do that on any issue. I just keep debating, rarely ever landing on one solid spot.
After thinking back, that wandering tendency of mine is quite evident in this post.