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I'm a geek, a metal head, a shiba inu wrangler and a vegetarian, and I write about all of the above. You have been warned!

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Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts

Friday, 8 May 2015

Things I See When I Run From Zombies (flashback Friday)

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I'd read great things about the Zombies, Run! app, but my phone is too old an crap to run it. Last year I discovered that I can use the 5k training version, and since I can't actually run further than a block without collapsing in a gasping heap it was probably the better choice anyway. So, I loaded up some tunes and headed out. While most of the episodes are timed and will just interupt your music when the time is up, the prologue episode goes by songs. This was a bit of an issue... what was estimated to be a 45 minute work out took me an hour and a half. My playlist contained Iron Maiden, Amon Amath and Blind Guardian~ the guitar solos alone are the length of a whole pop song! Still, I loved the app and I loved exploring my neighbourhood. I saw so many awesome things on that first day that I was hooked (it was that time I encountered a wild pheasant). As soon as I got pregnant the running had to stop (I started vomiting 12 hours after conceiving and didn't stop until just before his head emerged), but here are some pictures from the couple of months I kept it up.

Misty farms
Caution: snakes
Stabby bamboo of death
Bloody moon
I had no idea there was a shrine in the middle of that patch of trees
So Cyberpunk- Koi under and oily film in what looked like an abandoned gated community
Hobbits?
Early sakura
Terrifying-alien-egg-plant
Oranges rotting on a tree before falling into the well. A sweet, sickly odor fills the still air. Zombies are close.
Old roofing tiles reclaimed by nature
I swear I heard moaning behind me...
Definitely a zombie lair
Hiding in the walls, perhaps
Wild wisteria
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Wednesday, 25 March 2015

A Pheasant Surprise

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Photo from this site (is it cheating if the picture isn't my own?)
We live right on the edge of a suburb, with farms on the lowland side and forested mountains on the other. Looking for places to go running I explored some new trails and found a path running between forest and some secluded fields tended by bent old women in huge sun hats and leather-faced old men who wear gumboots all year round. It was shady and peaceful, the soft earth absorbing even the sound of my footfall. I rounded a bend in the path and startled a wild pheasant foraging in a cluster of spring flowers. With a sharp cry and a dazzling flash of emerald feathers he took flight, his wings releasing the sweet scent of daffodils and bluebells into the air.

Many thanks to Helen of Inn by the Sea for giving me a kick back into blogging with the "five days challenge". The idea is to post five photos, one per day for five days, and to write a story or poem to go with each photo. For each day that we post we are supposed to invite one person to participate.
Today I am tagging Erinn of Off on a Whim for the "five days challenge". Erinn, if you would like to participate, post a photo every day for five days and write a story to go along with each photo. Your story can be fiction or non-fiction. It can be a short paragraph, a page, or a poem. Each day, please select one person to carry on the challenge. It's just for fun, there's no pressure to join in ;)
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Tuesday, 24 March 2015

Introducing Cricket

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OK, so, I don't want to post identifiable pictures of the kids on the blog. However, since I figure all newborns more closely resemble potatoes than their adult selves, I am classifying this one as non-identifiable. This is Cricket at about 12 hours old.
Welcome to the world
My chirpy little cricket
Buds become blossoms

Many thanks to Helen of Inn by the Sea for giving me a kick back into blogging with the "five days challenge". The idea is to post five photos, one per day for five days, and to write a story or poem to go with each photo. For each day that we post we are supposed to invite one person to participate.

I'm inviting George and Erika of Japan, Home Sweet Home. George and Erika, if you would like to participate, post a photo every day for five days and write a story to go along with each photo. Your story can be fiction or non-fiction. It can be a short paragraph, a page, or a poem. Each day, please select one person to carry on the challenge. It's just for fun, there's no pressure to join in ;)
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Thursday, 8 May 2014

Face Masks

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Picture source: http://picomask.com

 Hay fever season is in full swing, and face masks are popping up everywhere. I'm recovering from a cold, caught from a student who annoyingly came to class and coughed everywhere without wearing a mask, so I am enjoying a soothing ginger infused face mask. Each time I inhale, my throat get a temporary reprieve from soreness. At first I felt self conscious and uncomfortable wearing a face mask, but they quickly become second nature. A few years ago I read this article about Japanese people wearing face masks for non-health related reasons. It wasn't the first time I had encountered the idea of using masks as a form of barrier between oneself and the outside world. When I first came on the JET Programme I worked with a young English teacher who was still in his probationary period. He was morbidly obese, and the combination of his weight and low status in the staff hierarchy led to quite a lot of teasing and cruelty from other teachers and students respectively. I remember one day asking if he was ill when I saw him wearing a mask. He said no, but "the students won't say that I am ugly if I cover my face." On other occasions male teachers told me they wore a mask if they couldn't be bothered shaving.

Masks may be helpful for hay fever, but the way kids use them makes them fairly ineffective in preventing the spread of viruses in schools, I think. Kids tend to wear one mask all day, and often pull the mask down to expose their noses. They will touch the mask repeatedly throughout the day, probably ending up spreading as many germs from their fingers as they would have from their breath. Nevertheless, they make everyone feel safer.

There is a fascinating article on the topic titled "Risk, Ritual and Health Responsibilitisation: Japan's 'Safety Blanket' of Surgical Face Mask Wearing":

This article begins to develop understanding of surgical mask wearing in Japan, now a routine practice against a range of health threats. Their usage and associated meanings are explored through surveys conducted in Tokyo, with both mask wearers and non mask wearers. It contests commonly held cultural views of the practice as a fixed and distinctively Japanese collective courtesy to others. Historical analysis suggests an originally collective,targeted and science-based response to public health threat has dispersed into a generalised practice lacking clear end or purpose. Developed as part of the biomedical response to the Spanish flu of 1919, the practice resonated with folk assumption as a barrier between ‘purity’ and ‘pollution’. But mask wearing only became socially embedded as a general protective practice from the 1990s through a combination of commercial, corporate and political pressures that responsibilized individual health protection. Developments are usefully understood amidst the uncertainty created by Japan’s ‘second modernity’ and the fracturing of her post war order. Mask wearing is only one form of a wider culture of risk; a self  protective ‘risk ritual’ rather than collective, selfless practice.
The full article is available for free, and it is an interesting read.
For further musings on face masks, see Tofugu.
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Saturday, 29 March 2014

Mountain Sakura and Shedding Shiba

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I've written before about the horrors of the DREADED SHIBA SHED. Something new I noticed after we moved out to the 'burbs is how similar Hayate's blowing coat looks to the mountinas in spring when the mountain sakura (山桜) are in bloom. Although Hayate is black, his winter undercoat is white.

As he begins to shed, the wooly under-layer it pokes through in clumps that look weirdly similar to the pink and white blossoms poking out between the green leaves of the other mountain trees. In case you don't see what I mean immediately, here is an unnecessarily large number of photos...


Fancy paws.

It isn't only the sakura, either. Our area is fameous for wisteria and it blooms wild in the mountains surrounding the farming area to the south of the mountains. It's too early now, but late April and early May, purple and pink blooms poke out between the green. 
Since Kuri is "brown" (she's red, really) she doesn't look quite as much like a mountain but I feel bad leaving her out... and her shedding is just as plentiful as Hayate's. This came out just from a quick pat.

At least at this time of year it is easy to see where they dogs have been spending their time!
 If you blog about, or from, Japan, don't forget to join up with the up-coming J-Bloggers' Carnival!

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Wednesday, 13 March 2013

Charity Cycling, Foundation 18, and Bloggers Matter

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Pre-Ride Yoga, 2010 Ride, Day 2
 This weekend is the 16th Annual Oita AJET Charity Bike Ride, a big event on the Kyushu ex-pat calendar. Both foreigners of a dozen nationalities and Japanese participants travel from all over the country to take part (eight different prefectures are being represented this year). Riders and volunteers fund-raise throughout the two-day, two-prefecture-long ride. In the past the ride has supported tsunami victims in Japan and raised enough in one ride to build a primary school in Sri Lanka through Room to Read. This year the ride is supporting Foundation 18, a charity whose primary focus is an orphanage (with a second soon to be built) in Indonesia. Foundation 18 is providing a culturally appropriate upbringing for the girls in its care (rarer than you might think) and also has a range of other activities in the broader community including helping women escape from human trafficking and caring for elderly people without families.
If you would like to support Foundation 18 you can donate as little or as much as you like via paypal here. If you donate after reading this, please write Oita Charity Bike Ride in the donation comments and leave a comment here too so we can include you in our tally ;) If you want to help out Foundation 18 and also love buttons, check out SkullButtonry. The profits from this lovely Etsy shop all go to Foundation 18. International shipping is reasonable (I bought a bunch myself).

So why do bloggers matter? Well, this is a very small blog and it really doesn’t matter. However, being an occasionally lonely ex-pat some time ago I searched for other Australian ex-pat blogs and found the wonderful 4 kids, 20 suitcases and a beagle. One day Kirsty posted about the also wonderful Edenland, so I followed the link and started reading that blog as well. Eden blogs from time to time about Cate Bolt, Foundation 18 and SkullButtonry. It was as a result of all these loosely connected events that I was able to suggest Foundation 18 to the Oita AJET committee as a charity to consider supporting with this year’s bike ride. So in summary, a charity in Indonesia run by an Australian is being supported by a bunch of people from all over the world cycling through Japan as a result of a chain of blog posts beginning in Doha. 

Bloggers matter.

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Tuesday, 12 March 2013

Graduating in the Village

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All ready for graduation

 The expression “it takes a village to raise a child” is popular Japan, and its relevance clearly evident at the graduation ceremonies for elementary and junior high schools. Friday’s JHS graduation ceremony was attended not only by teachers and family members, but by a whole host of people who contributed to raising the kids we are sending out into the world. The principals from the elementary schools they attended came to congratulate them. Representatives from the local community halls and youth centres came. The elderly people who volunteer to stand out in the freezing cold every morning to attempt to protect the children from cars as they walk to school attended. A representative from the local police box was there. Vice Principals from the high schools a majority of our students go to were there. Some of last year’s graduates came in their high school uniforms to congratulate their kohai. Messages sent from those unable to attend in person lined the walls, including the Superintendent of the Board of Education and sports clubs from other schools that our clubs had engaged in rivalry with over the past three years.

The evening before the ceremony the second graders decorated the third grade classrooms with paper flowers, bunting, ribbons and thank-you messages. Each graduating class was led into the hall at the start of the ceremony by a second grade representative. The second graders made a speech thanking the third graders and promising to protect the traditions they were inheriting as the new school seniors, then first and second graders sang a song for the third graders. The third graders in turn thanked the second graders, as well as everyone else, and sang their own song. This symbolic handing over of the school I something I love. Although the kohai-sempai system certainly contributes to bullying issues, the strength of the relationships formed between senior and junior students is phenomenal and beautiful when it works they way it is supposed to.

I get asked a lot at this time of year what graduation ceremonies are like in Australia. It might differ from state to state, but Tasmania just doesn’t have them. According to my friends who went to school, the last day of classes is the last day of school, then you leave. That’s it. You get your high school certificate in the post. Even my first university graduation was anti-climactic. Richard Flanagan gave a great speech, but the rest was pretty rubbish. We walked across the stage, got our diplomas, flipped the tassels on our caps to the other side then had lamingtons and very very cheap champagne in the uni café. I didn’t know anyone who was graduating in the same ceremony well, and once the lamingtons ran out I went home and baked a lasagne for myself. A few hours later my mum called and said “We probably should have taken you out for dinner or something, shouldn’t we? Want us to drive back into town and take you somewhere?” I’d already eaten, so I said no, and just spent the evening playing Warcraft III by myself. I’m pretty happy being alone most of the time, honestly, but sometimes it would be nice to have a village.

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Thursday, 7 March 2013

The Last Graduation

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It's really cute that they think I don't know what being given a button means

If you haven’t read my graduation post from last year, please do. If I could only tell one story about my experiences in Japan it would be The Boy Who Lived.


This graduation season is a big one for me. My first ever JHS students just graduated from high school, which is crazy. The kids graduating from junior high tomorrow are kids I’ve taught since they were in elementary. I’ve watched them grow from chirpy little kids into confident teens who in many cased now tower over me. I’ve taught their big brothers and little sisters. I’ve had tea with their grandmothers and my desk draw is full of snacks and gifts from their mothers. These are kids who put presents on my desk the afternoon before so that I would get a surprise when I arrived on my birthday. These kids have exchanged Christmas cards with kids in Australia and made pen-pals in Germany. These kids were able to do class almost entirely in English in their second grade, unheard of with any other group I’ve taught. These kids know that my favourite wrestler is The Undertaker, that I love Kappa and Benkei, and that given the choice I’d rather be eaten by a shark than a bear. I know they know, because all of these questions and more featured in a quiz game we played for our last lesson ;) I’m really, really going to miss these ones. 

It’s also a big graduation because it is going to be my last. This time next year I will be here in Japan, but I won’t be an ALT. That feels strange. I am a notorious hoarder, and I put that to good use this week. I had kept a folder full of the self introduction work sheets I had the kids do in their very first English lesson with me at junior high. So yesterday, during our last lesson, I handed them back out. My intention was for them to see how much they have learned, how much their hand writing has matured and so on. It meant a lot more than that to them though; there was much laughter and nostalgia and squealing of “I wrote WHAT?” I wasn’t sure they’d remember, or even be interested, but they were enthralled. Take that people who complain when I don’t throw anything away ;)

Now my next problem is how to get through the ceremony without bawling… 


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