Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Hakuchou and Other Frozen Things

 Ah, winter in Kitakami! What isn't to love, aside from the lack of insulation in apartments. Luckily, there's a great fix: basically, you stick large sheets of bubble wrap to your windowpane. Actually, it's ridiculously effective...and the polar bears printed on the wrap are the standard dose of cute that everything here comes with.

And of course, there are the swans. With the sharp winter winds and nightly snowfalls, Kitakami sees the return of their resident hakuchou! They're such a landmark (or are they a watermark?) that Kitakami actually bakes cookies that look like the birds!



My family is full of bird watchers, but my dad is the one who got me interested. I'm nowhere near the watcher he is, but I love the sense of accomplishment when I spot a new bird and can match it to a guidebook!

Swans, though. Swans are easy. And the best place to watch them in Kitakami is the Athletic Park south of town. Park and walk through the red pine trees, along the frozen pond and you'll hear them before you see them. At first, I thought it was just the wind whistling through the grove. But just follow your ears, you'll find them.









Oh, the icicles. More like ice-blades-o-death!


Secret photo of a secret retreat





Sunday, January 26, 2014

Get to Geto...Before it's Buried

What is wrong with me? An entire week of silence, and nothing. I'm ashamed of myself. Hold on while I compose my death poem and sharpen my seppuku knife.



....Ok, I just got a call from my landlord. Apparently blood stains negatively impact my deposit, so I guess I'll just grovel. Really, though, I have no excuse. I'm on the other side of the hill now, in a manner of speaking. The school year is so close to concluding! Third years have taken or are currently taking entrance tests for tech schools or high schools. My first few days back, students were taking exams, so there wasn't much for me to do.

Of course, I had my typical issues with や中学校. I received my SLP late (again) with incomplete information (again) and was told that since the students were taking tests, I wouldn't have to prepare any lessons.

False. I showed up at the school and the head teacher came to me and asked me to prepare lessons for the second and third year classes. I had a class in the first period. 40 minutes after he showed me what lessons to use.

Excuse me? Excuse ME?!

Well, whatever. I buckled down and threw together a couple book-dependent lessons. Luckily both lessons could easily be turned into 50 minutes of class reading or writing. But honestly, I'm so sick of this same old song and dance. It's basically non-stop twerking to a Justin Bieber song on repeat.

So imagine it: this week, February and four days. And I'll have completed a school year in Japan! I'll have done it! I've seen and experienced and learned so much in this past year. I definitely owe a lot of thanks to my new friends, including Harue and Chisa for really taking care of me and being so sweet and fun and introducing me to Japanese social life!

Now before we get to the videos, here's what I did this weekend.

Snowboarding. Twice! Through a miscommunication, I ended up going twice. Kitakami's snow festival was this weekend, and I told my friend about it, and invited her. She asked what day and I said I wasn't sure because I wanted to go snowboarding, too.

"Snowboarding! Yes! Well, let me know what day." said she.

Ok, I took that to mean what day for the festival. She went on to say a few of our other co-workers were going to come to town "for it," too. Again, I thought "festival." I was surprised they were coming to town for a small snow festival, but I was game. So, Sunday was the day we decided to all get together. On Saturday, I went into town to take a peek at the festival ahead of time. The weather was pretty dreary, though. A crew of men were building snow-huts outside of the Sakurano Mall. And down the street in a parking lot was a makeshift hill for children to toboggan. And in front of that, a tent and...mochi pounding!!!

Mochi is a gluey, gooey, delicious doughy paste of rice. The hot rice is traditionally put in a large wooden bowl and then pounded with large, narrow wooden hammers. At New Year's, families make their own mochi, and the children take a big role in the hammering. You can even see mochi pounding demonstrations by professionals where one person hammers with hard, quick whacks while another person's hand darts in and out of the dough keeping it moist with water and always moving, so it's kneaded into the perfect goo-ball.

At the end of the demo, everyone got free samples. I got azuki beans on one and another rolled in a sort of nutty powder. While I stood, chewing my warm, tasty treat, a girl with a camera asked me for an interview! I apologized for my terrible Japanese in advance and she said it was okay. I'm pretty sure she asked if I'd eaten mochi before. I replied, saying, "Omochi ga daisuki desu. Oishii!"

Then, happy and mochi-sated, I went snowboarding. And it was other-wordly! The top half of the slope was completely covered in fog. When you lose all visual like that and you can't hear anything around you, you enter this strange and beautiful trance-like drifting. You aren't even connected to the hill anymore because the board is between you and the snow as you glide down a ghost mountain.

On the way up on the gondola for my second run, I actually got to practice my Japanese even more...with a 19 year old boy from Ichinoseki who had the day off of work. I told him I'm an English teacher in Kitakami and I'm from America. It was his 9th time snowboarding. It was my 5th. He knows Kitakami very well. I enjoy teaching middle school. He wanted to know if I have a boyfriend. So you can see, we talked about a lot. We even went down the hill together a couple times. He was really a great boarder, so I appreciated his patience. Every few meters or so he'd stop and wait for me to pass him again. Nice guy.

Anyway, when I got home, Limor called me to confirm plans and well, it turns out the whole plan was for people to go snowboarding at Geto! So today, guess where I was? On the hill again! Twice in one weekend. Woof. The weather was no better, in fact, it was a lot worse! The wind was incredibly strong, and the fine icy snow got everywhere and stung out cheeks raw. But we had a great time together, and I wouldn't have traded it for the world! It certainly beat staying in town for another dreary weather day. At least we all had a grand adventure in snow-blind conditions. I haven't laughed so much in a while!...at least in the company of other people.

Over the next month, here's what I'll be doing:

Snowboarding a lot more!
Finishing up the last couple of lessons with my students
Attending a few graduation ceremonies (middle school to high school is a much bigger deal here)
Applying and testing for my driver's license
Hopefully renewing my contract
.....maybe looking for a bigger place. We'll see.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

This is Mo

It's been a long, procrastinated journey, but my paper mache project is finished. To be fair,  I actually finished it back in December, but I still didn't make good on finishing it before Thanksgiving! Oh well.

This was the first paper mache project I'd tackled since grade school and if I do say so myself, I did a kick ass job. Nothing but newspaper, tape, twine, and a bit of perseverance. I'm calling him Mo, after Motsuji. Maybe you can guess why!

Day One:

My proverbial lump of clay...er, paper.


Day Two:

Tim Burtonesque hands or prongs-to-be?


Day Three:

At this point, it was a little creepy to have a paper head sitting around...


 Day Four:

Mo's just gonna lie down for a second. Hm...something's missing...


Day Five:

EARS! Started running out of newspaper, but class worksheets will do in a pinch!


Day Six:

A few bunches of flowers later, I was back in business...and working in overdrive to finish this thing!


Day Seven:

I don't usually brag but look...

...Look!

It's ALIVE! 

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

A Little Japanese Magic

In my lifetime, I've had a few brushes with the strange and the possibly supernatural. No, I've never seen Bigfoot, UFO or Jesus' face on a grilled cheese sandwich. I believe this is the only life we have to live and the only reason we're here is from a series of 1 in a crap-zillion coincidences and mutations. I also believe in possibility. The universe is enormous, like, mind-splittingly ridiculously enormous with who knows how many galaxies, solar systems, etc etc.

We barely understand how the human psyche works. We work incredibly hard to find answers to everything: that's just a part of being human. We need patterns and explanations. In essence, we're basically 5 year olds, constantly asking "Why." And if we don't get an answer, we're like college students, pulling stuff out of the air to satisfy our theory.

That said, I had a bit of a startling weekend. It being the new year, I decided to take a little trip to Hiraizumi again, this time revisiting Motsuji Temple to get some atmosphere and see the pond in full winter mode.

Motsuji is absolutely beautiful, no matter what season. It was early autumn last time I went there, just before the leaves turned. This time, snow covered the trees and terraces where there used to be irises and thick grass. I spent plenty of time walking around the pond, but finally the cold started getting to me so I decided to warm up a little in the museum before heading back to the train.

After all these months living just 30 minutes away from Motsuji, I finally started to learn about the legend behind the land.

The first thing you see when you enter the museum is a large panel in a glass case, detailing the legend of Mostuji. Next to the text is a copy of an old painting of a priest looking uphill at a white stag with black horns.

The text was all in Japanese, so I couldn't read most of it, but I know "white deer" when I see it.

Here's the story. In 850, a priest of the Tendai Buddhist sect, was traveling around Tohoku when he became lost in the thick mountain fog. He couldn't see where he was going and was afraid to take another step for fear of becoming more lost.

He looked down to find the path and instead saw some white deer hairs by his feet. He followed the trail of white hairs until at last he found a white stag in his path. As he approached the deer, it vanished into the fog and instead, an old man appeared and told the priest, "This is a sacred place. If you build a temple here, Buddhist law will spread."

The priest believed the deer and old man were the incarnation of the Buddha of healing, Yakushi. He followed the old man's advice and indeed, the temple complex complete with its beautiful temples, many halls and pagodas, became the hub of Buddhism in the area for generations. It survived renovations and a few fires, but in 1226 it all burned to the ground and was never rebuilt in full. It was revived for public access and later was made a World Heritage Site in 2011.

So where do I tie in with all this? Well, when I was still in middle school, I was riding the bus home one day. I looked out the window towards the woods that surrounded my neighborhood. I liked looking for the herds of deer that lived in the woods. I even would go walking through the woods to find them and run with them for fun. That day, I was amazed that one of the deer was bright white! I knew about albinism in wild animals and was astounded that such a beautiful mutation was living in my back yard! I promised myself I wouldn't tell anyone because I lived in an area where a lot of hunting families took advantage of the local and free cuisine.

I saw the deer a few more times, but by then, hunting season was close...and I never saw it again.

When I was in college, during my senior year, a friend and I had to read a book and produce a project based on author, Marilou Awiakta. It was a shot in the dark, pull a name out of a hat, pick a name of the list sort of draw. In Cherokee, "Awiakta" actually means "eye of the deer," and is a prominent name because in Cherokee beliefs, the white deer is sacred to the tribe.

Finally, in the last few weeks before I left America for Japan, I was having very vivid dreams. I chalked it up to just being excited and stressed, but one dream stuck with me. I was standing on the back porch watching three deer walking around. This isn't terribly unusual: the deer that come through my parents' yard gave zero shits about who was around. But in this dream, out of nowhere came a white deer with black markings on its face. It looked at me with big black eyes and then ran off with the other deer.

After reflecting on all this, I wrote to my friend, Harue, and asked her impressions. She got back to me after a little while and told me I am "the lucky woman" and that white deer are symbols of happiness. I want to find out a little more about the significance of white deer and white animals in general in Japanese folklore and religion.

I'm sure I'll get a little skepticism from some people regarding all this, but really, that doesn't matter to me. What matters is how I feel and frankly, that would be "a little freaked out." But in a good way. I'm a lucky woman, after all.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

"Hiin Hihiin Hii!" Uma for "Happy New Year!"



あけましておめでとうございます! Happy New Year to all my loved ones! Welcome, 2014, Year of the Horse and goodbye to 2013, it was nice while it lasted but let’s get this show on the road, shall we?



So how do the Japanese ring in the new year? Just like in America, depending on the region, traditions may vary, but also like America, there are several national traditions. Unlike America, said traditions are about paying respect to the previous year and focusing your energy and time on starting over thinking about your family and not so much about whose teeth you’ll be licking at midnight.

In Northern Japan, Shougatsu is celebrated very traditionally. There are traditional foods, decorations, events and activities for everyone, and everyone typically does everything with their family. For example, before the break, I asked one of the English teachers what his plans were for the New Year holiday and he told me he’d travel with them to his parents’ home and he’d take them all to an onsen. I couldn’t help myself: I said, “I can’t imagine doing that with my family, it’s just very different in America.” We laughed and he said “Oh, no, it’s very natural. I think everyone should enjoy the bath with family. It’s a special time for parents and children!”

Other such special times include cleaning the house. On New Year’s Eve, everyone in the family helps to clean the house. Having grown up with my fastidiously tidy half-Japanese mother, I’ve seen the abridged version of house cleaning. I couldn’t imagine how a traditional Japanese household cleans for an entire day…until I actually saw it in action.

Across the parking lot from my apartment, there are a couple houses with small families. As I moved in and out of my own apartment, cleaning-lite, I got a glimpse of their own methods. Futons were hung out to dry and subsequently had the dusty crap beaten out of them. Sidewalks, still wet from the melting snow, were scrubbed. Windows were cleaned inside and out THEN polished with window soap. Furniture and rugs were moved in and out all day. God knows what it was like inside!

The idea is to purge your home of the dust and dirt and bad energy of the old year and to start over completely new and idle from housework on New Year’s Day. Every mote of 2013 is now out of my apartment!

So now your apartment is squeaky clean, it’s time to take stock and make sure you  have all the proper decorations. The primary two are kadomatsu and kagami mochi, both of which have religious significance. The biggest difference between Western and Japanese New Years is the emphasis on spiritualism in Japan. For the Japanese, the end of one year is completely separate from the start of the next. In this interim period, the spirits and gods are said to come to Earth and be the most active. It’s a suspended time when two planes of existence become one, and naturally, respect has to be paid to the honored and invisible guests. 

Kadomatsu are large or small bamboo and pine arrangements that are placed inside the house our around the front door of homes and businesses. Bamboo has intense significance in Japanese culture, from being used for construction to tatami to chopsticks. It symbolizes heaven and earth, binding them together. The kadomatsu act as sort of a landing strip for lucky spirits, guiding them to people’s homes where they can reside in the bamboo for a few days, bringing luck and happiness to the house and starting the year off with hauntingly good spirits.

Then, on January 7th, the kadomatsu are taken to the local shrine and ceremoniously thrown onto a fire. The eviction notice delivered, the spirits return to their own world. 

On a more  personal level, kagami mochi are rice cake offerings for the spirits of departed family members. The sticky round balls are stacked and placed on a small alter and decorated with flowers, pine branches and other symbols of the new year. Then they’re topped with a mandarin orange or “mikan.” Apparently, the original fruit of choice was a larger citrus called “daidai” which roughly means “generations and generations” and implies that many generations will follow the previous. Makes sense in the frame of reference: offering it to a deceased relative. But mikan are smaller, sweeter and look a little prettier on the mochi, so the tradition changed, but the symbolism is the same as always. 

Whew, you’re exhausted! You’ve been cleaning and decorating for days, and it’s finally New Year’s Eve. What’s for eats, ma? Meatloaf? Heck, no! Osechi-ryouri is traditional Japanese New Year food. The tradition of eating meals that can be prepared ahead of time and saved for a couple days goes back to the Heian Period lasting from 794-1185! The idea was it was forbidden to cook for the first three days of the new year. But things change. All of the food is auspicious, so they’re still very popular, but of course if you want to get a fresh bento from Jois or zap a cup-o-soba in the microwave, nobody’s going to blame you. So let’s review a few:

 
Soba: Japanese people eat soba for days before and after New Years. The healthy noodle is very long (excellent for slurping!) and signifies a long and healthy life. The more you eat, the healthier you are, right? Just don’t tell the people standing in line at Mickey D’s! 

Prawns or “ebi:” In the shell, they look like giant shrimp with long, wispy beards, symbolizing prosperity and long life. They’re usually presented whole in the traditional style, with their back hunched. Apparently, this also symbolizes old life. It’s like eating a little grandpa!

Lotus root or “renkon:” The texture is a bit like a water chestnut, but as you slice them into disks, they look like Swiss cheese! You can look through the holes and supposedly into the New Year.

Kelp or “konbu:” Westerners get squeamish at the idea of eating seaweed, but it’s ridiculously healthy! Full of vitamins, minerals and miracles, the beautiful green sounds like “yorokobu” which is a Japanese word for happiness. Trust me, eat a few konbu salads. Happy = healthy.


Sea bream or “tai:” It’s a salty, mild tasting fish, readily available at bonenkai (wink!) with a strong relationship to the very word, “auspicious.” In Japanese, the word is “medetai.” You can’t spell luck without fish!

Stuffed to the gills, what do you do now? It’s getting late, so better start heading to your local shrine or temple. Close to midnight, temples all over Japan ring out 108 times to scare away the Buddhist 108  Earthly Desires. 

Also called the 108 sins, defilements, or vices, with each toll, you’re meant to reflect on them and send them off with the old year so you can start over completely new and innocent. On this extensive list are vices like anger, intolerance, self-hatred, contempt, selfishness, prejudice, pessimism, manipulation, callousness, ingratitude, presumption, ignorance, lying, indifference, desire of fame, disrespect and self-denial. The list goes on. I’ll admit, I’ve certainly been guilty of a few of these, especially self-denial and self-hatred from time to time. But with the new year, I get to start over again, already determined to be more self-loving and forgiving. 
 
At midnight, as you stand in line waiting to enter the temple, you’ll hear people counting down from “ju,..kyu...hachi…shichi…” and with “ichi…zero!” everyone screams and hugs and the traditions of  “hatsu” can begin. Meaning “the firsts,” there’s a series of “firsts” of the year to check off your list. 

First and foremost, the first temple visit of the year. When you reach the temple itself, toss in a few coins in offering, ring the large bell and clap your hands twice to announce yourself. Silently say a prayer or make your wish and move aside. 

There are vendors inside the temple where you can buy slips of paper bearing a fortune, “omikuji.” Read your fortune by lamplight then hang it on a tree or on one of the large wood and twine racks around the grounds. 

All the temples also have a large bonfire going somewhere on the grounds. Priests or monks or just citizens bring forward charms and emblems from the previous year and POOF! Throw them on the fire and give them a good old Viking send-off! When I realized what was feeding the fire, I was really surprised! At first glance, it seems like a violent way to dismiss the old year! But when you think about it, it’s like a funeral pyre. It’s a clean, symbolic and probably the most respectful way to bid farewell to the last year. It’s like cremating a dead family member, done with love and honor. It’s a much nicer and more beautiful and moving tradition than macking with some stranger in a confetti cloud, drunk off your ass.

I went to Hiraizumi to welcome the New Year at Chusonji Temple. Thousands of people go there during the first three days to ring a large bell, say their prayers and pay their respects at the dozens of shrines, including the breathtaking, gold shrine, Kinkuji. 


Other first of the year include “hatsuhinode” or “first sunrise.” Families and individuals stay up all night and at the crack of dawn watch the sun rise. The condition of the sun is supposed to spell out what the year will bring. I couldn’t make myself do hatsuhinode, but it probably wouldn’t have mattered since at 3:30 when I got home, it was still dark and raining and the next morning it was still cloudy with a heavy mix of rain and snow going all day. Not sure if that’s a terribly good way to start the year. But at least the wind and rain brought a beautiful, thick covering of fresh new snow today! About a foot of it!

Despite the poor weather on the 1st, I went to my local shrine and made my wishes again. I also bought a tablet with a horse painting. I’ll write a wish on the back and then can hang it on the frame in the shrine later.
“Hatsuyume” is the “first dream.” Pay attention to your first dream since it’s supposed to come true!

“Hatsu-uri” is the “first sale” and from experiencing it first-hand, seems to be the second busiest “hatsu” after the first temple visit. “Fukubukuro” or “lucky bags” are big grab-bags of merchandise that department stores put together and then sell for a few days at the start of the year. This brings in HUGE business since each bag can be between 1,000 yen up to 30,000…sometimes more! But they all get sold! It’s a great way to get rid of old product and attract attention to the new seasonal line-up. 

I couldn’t help myself and went ahead and bought a few bags: one full of chocolate, the other with coffee beans. Guess I’ll be spending a little Christmas money on a bean grinder so I can enjoy some of Doubtor Coffee’s New Year Blend.
 
So with my first Japanese style New Year under my belt, how do I plan to spend this year? The Japanese don’t so much have “resolutions” as prayers or wishes for the year. I myself definitely want to work on rebuilding my sense of self-love which since coming to Japan took a bit of a back seat due to a mix of obligatory modesty and negative influences. And that’s about it: I need to focus on making myself happier. One of my worst habits is forgetting to take care of myself, physically and mentally. But this year, I’m living by Mae West’s words: “Personality is the glitter that sends your little gleam across the footlights…into that big black space where the audience is.”