I little birdy told me I have to write something. Her name’s Stormy. So write I will.
It will be all thinking and not many pictures I suppose since I haven’t taken many. It has been raining every day. I shouldn’t even say raining. It is mostly just gray drizzle to dampen my hoodie. I feel like I am in Seattle without the coffee or English.
I went water skiing last weekend which was an awesome and chilling experience. By chilling I don’t mean frightening, scary, etc. but rather literally chilly; it was like 55 degrees, cloudy, and windy.
Midday Saturday I got picked up at Hosei and from their one of the members drove me and another girl all the way to a place called Itako where they have a boat, ramp, course, and a house. Yep. A house. Ill describe the stuff first I think.
It is so weird driving on the other side of the rode. I always had the urge to grab the wheel (which should have been in front of me but wasn’t) and jerk the car onto the right side of the road. I also found out why people don’t drive that much; it is ungodly expensive. On our east coast trip a few years back I remember dad being livid about paying like $1 every 50 miles or something. Well this put that dollar to shame. I was just riding along and taking in the scenery when we came to a toll booth (we had been on the road for a while) and it says “The fee will be 2300 yen.” No way. That is about $28 just for ONE of the segments. My suspicions were confirmed on the way back. I think we paid a total of like $40 in tolls to go a total of about 60 miles. As if parking fees and gas prices weren’t enough, this surely is a deal closer for the trains.
The boat was an old Malibu that has been beaten to heck on the inside but still runs well. It is definitely a ski boat and was great for a ski team. Not much to say there.
Now for what you’ve all been waiting for, the house. They really did have one and not just like one of the kids parents had one. The club has one. I’d imagine it looks much like an old frat house would look like if I had ever seen one. With its walls plastered with papers saying all sorts of random crap, ski posters everywhere, and the most rundown furniture available it was perfect for a bunch of college students to spend a weekend in. No heater or air- you will need to bundle up inside too. I borrowed one of their hideous yellow jackets which you can see me in below. I hated it but not as much as the cold. The whole thing was traditional Japanese. Next to the kitchen there is a small dining table with a heater under it and blanket-skirt all around. I had always seen them in anime but never in real life. Since you sit on the floor for traditional Japanese stuff, you just sit on the floor, stick your legs under the table, and whala-heated feet. The main dining room with the big tables did not have that unfortunately. It was like 60 in there so I ate with my hoodie on. It did however have tatami mats which are how Japanese homes used to be floored. They are just bamboo mats that roll out over the floor and actually look quite nice. Despite the cold air the hot dinner I had there was wonderful. We ate a huge thing of homemade curry rice (Japanese version of it anyway) there and then the main event started. Let me tell you, Japanese people can make a drinking game out of everything. They played probably a dozen different drinking games and then when I taught them blackjack they turned that into a drinking game too (all losers drink). To further explain the amount of drinking I should explain the food bill; $30 for curry, $130 for alcohol. I think that pretty much explains it.
And at last I should talk about the river. The river was cold so I kept wearing the hideous yellow jacket and huddled next to a fire which resembled a smoker- it always needed more air, never had enough energy, and put off enough smoke to make anyone gag. A lot of fun though. I miss days at the lake with everyone so much. We sat and talked and tended the fire and watched the skiers and complained about the cold and just relaxed. It was nice.
The water was not so nice. I had to wear a full wet suit for the first time which I must say is not one of the most comfortable devices ever made although possibly the warmest. Like I said, 55, windy, and in a river but, with a wet suit, I survived. The first day was super windy and I was not prepared for the cold so I didn’t ski very well. The second day I was prepared (if not equipment wise at least mentally) and had a bit more fun. I also realized how out of shape I am. I did one run each day and my arms and shoulders were sore for two days. Seems I am going to have to do quite a bit of exercise before I’m ready for this year’s ski trip.
Now….what else to write about? Classes are going. Still easy so I do most of my homework in the morning before I go to class.
I have been trying to keep up with stock market news. Finance may be my thing cause I quite enjoy it although I don’t think I’m particularly good at it yet. It is like getting paid to gamble; very educated gambling. Exciting, interesting, and pays well (maybe). As I’ve said before, in this blog or maybe somewhere else, economics/finance/business is just fascinating to me. It is not just numbers like so much seems to be. It is about people. It is about politics. It is about solving mysteries. You watch and watch and, if you have been diligent in your watching and even more so in your analysis, you may well capture your Moriarty. The key of Sherlock Holmes success was not to see the facts but his ability to make the connections that others did not. Everyone saw the same things Einstein did; he was just the only one to notice how the time and space we all see is related. Likewise finance and economics (at least good finance and economics) are not just about having the right facts but understanding the depths of their interrelation. I suppose I’m rambling on for myself now.