Japan recently celebrated the first day of spring. But not regular spring, lunar new year spring. Which is to say, not spring at all. Setsubun kind of passes under the radar with a few exceptions. (This list is an adaptation of the Wikipedia article and what I learned at my adult class.)
1. Demons! According to an ancient story, a demon (or ogre, depending on how you want to interpret the word) showed up at a small town in the countryside, demanding a bride. The most beautiful girl had to go, but she was obviously not impressed. Her parents told her to scatter soybeans on her way to the demon/ogre’s house and to trust them. Sure enough, the soybeans grew the next year and she followed them home. But, the demon/ogre was not keen on his runaway bride, so he demanded she return. The parents cleverly gave the ogre roasted soybeans and told him they could take their daughter back if he could make the beans grow. Having seen what the soybeans did when the girl scattered him, he agreed. Alas, the roasted beans did not grow, and hence he did not get his beautiful lady back.
The modern interpretation of this is that they have someone (in my case, the principal) dress up as a demon/ogre and children throw soybeans at him while shouting “Demons out! Luck in!”. Some shrines will also toss soybeans as a purification-type ritual.
2. It is customary to eat uncut maki-zushi (巻き寿司) called Eho-Maki (恵方巻) (Lit. "lucky direction roll") on Setsubun while facing the yearly lucky compass direction, determined by the zodiac symbol of that year. Charts are published and occasionally packaged with uncut maki-zushi during February. In my adult class, they brought a flyer from a grocery store advertising the uncut sushi, but only 2 out of 10 people actually had maki-zushi that night.
3. Sardines and holly. But the Japanese versions of both, which are similar, but slightly different. Some families will also put up small decorations of sardines and holly leaves on their house entrances so that bad spirits will not enter.
And so faux spring is welcomed. I can’t wait till real spring.
2009年2月1日日曜日
Two Questions:
For the sake of the above poster, Hamilton, Ontario = Canada and Himeji, Hyogo = Japan.
Granted, Canada is colder than Japan. However there is no season or temperature in Japan that justifies the existence of these, to which I ask the question: WHY?
Faux-fur trimmed short shorts. They are EVERYWHERE. and awful. NOT an acceptable version of winter wear. Why do they torture common sense so aggressively? Why?
2009年1月19日月曜日
Winter Blues
It is fully winter in my little corner of Japan now. I left my cozy Canadian abode and arrived in my chilly Japanese apartment, and a little part of me died (my little toe, from frostbite, well...not actually). It tis the season to complain about the weather, and trying to out-do fellow JETs on how much cold we have to suffer, or rubbing their noses in the warmth we have, so I thought I'd try to get it all out at the beginning. Here we go.
One of the most common questions I get from Japanese people is if it is colder in Canada. To which I reply "Yes, but in Canada we have central heating." You can correctly assume from that statement that Japan does not have central heating. I am told that in the far north of Japan, they do! But here.. they don't.
My heating options for my apartment are as follows:
1. Reverse air conditioning. I have 3 air conditioners in my apartment that have the ability to put out lukewarm air. This is what I did last year.
2. Space heater. I have one, and I can run on either 1200volts or 600volts. It does an alright job of keeping the edge out of the air.
3. Kerosene heater. I have one, I've never used it. They do put out a decent amount of heat, but it involved smelly kerosene, me buying some and figuring out how to put it in, and opening a window as to prevent death by fumes. The idea of opening a window when I'm trying to heat just seems foolish. More on that later.
4. Kotatsu. Imagine a coffee table, with a heater under the table top, and a blanket all around. This idea is great, until of course you want to use your hands and or leave your kotatsu to do something in your otherwise very cold apartment. I hide under this most nights, with warm legs and sometimes with gloves on. I have (and many others as well) fallen asleep under a kotatsu
Alas.
My apartment has little/no insulation. Which means the heat does not stay. That my outside walls are cold to the touch and my windows are single paned. To remedy the window situation, I have put bubble wrap on the windows to act as a second layer. (I'm not alone in this idea-- there is a whole bubble wrap section of the homestore that emerges in the winter for this very reason. I do have neighbours above and below me, but none beside, but even so my floors don't feel even a little bit of that heat. All attempts at heating are never ending. I can run the reverse air conditioning, but it will never stop, even if I set it at 15 degrees.That's my home situation. Now on to schools!
My schools' general policy is that once it is colder than 8 degrees Celsius, they turn on the heaters. While you might think that Japan is a bastion of futuristic awesomeness, while they seem to have a solid grasp on the robots... they can't quite wrap their minds around the "hot air rises" concept. It's a tricky one, but the general idea that if you have a heater in a classroom, opening the window that is closest to the ceiling means that the HOT AIR DOES NOT STAY AND WARM UP THE ROOM! SO the kid sitting right next to the heater is melting, while the kid at the back of the classroom is freezing. I usually hover near the heater during class. In the staff room at the junior high, we have a kerosene stove, with a chimney running to a hole in the ceiling for ventilation. It's usually pretty warm in the staff room, and sad to leave it. Except of course when they refuel the stove, which is right next to me. At elementary schools the classrooms are usually somewhat warm. Which is to say wearing a long sleeve shirt, heavy sweater, long johns and pants, and slippers, usually leaves me feeling OK. Thankfully by mid-March things start warming up, and thankfully I don't live any farther north than I do. Friends of mine who live about 1hour away are blanketed in snow for 2 1/2 months, while the snow only shows up once or twice in my neighbourhood.
One of the most common questions I get from Japanese people is if it is colder in Canada. To which I reply "Yes, but in Canada we have central heating." You can correctly assume from that statement that Japan does not have central heating. I am told that in the far north of Japan, they do! But here.. they don't.
My heating options for my apartment are as follows:
1. Reverse air conditioning. I have 3 air conditioners in my apartment that have the ability to put out lukewarm air. This is what I did last year.
2. Space heater. I have one, and I can run on either 1200volts or 600volts. It does an alright job of keeping the edge out of the air.
3. Kerosene heater. I have one, I've never used it. They do put out a decent amount of heat, but it involved smelly kerosene, me buying some and figuring out how to put it in, and opening a window as to prevent death by fumes. The idea of opening a window when I'm trying to heat just seems foolish. More on that later.
4. Kotatsu. Imagine a coffee table, with a heater under the table top, and a blanket all around. This idea is great, until of course you want to use your hands and or leave your kotatsu to do something in your otherwise very cold apartment. I hide under this most nights, with warm legs and sometimes with gloves on. I have (and many others as well) fallen asleep under a kotatsu
Alas.
My apartment has little/no insulation. Which means the heat does not stay. That my outside walls are cold to the touch and my windows are single paned. To remedy the window situation, I have put bubble wrap on the windows to act as a second layer. (I'm not alone in this idea-- there is a whole bubble wrap section of the homestore that emerges in the winter for this very reason. I do have neighbours above and below me, but none beside, but even so my floors don't feel even a little bit of that heat. All attempts at heating are never ending. I can run the reverse air conditioning, but it will never stop, even if I set it at 15 degrees.That's my home situation. Now on to schools!
My schools' general policy is that once it is colder than 8 degrees Celsius, they turn on the heaters. While you might think that Japan is a bastion of futuristic awesomeness, while they seem to have a solid grasp on the robots... they can't quite wrap their minds around the "hot air rises" concept. It's a tricky one, but the general idea that if you have a heater in a classroom, opening the window that is closest to the ceiling means that the HOT AIR DOES NOT STAY AND WARM UP THE ROOM! SO the kid sitting right next to the heater is melting, while the kid at the back of the classroom is freezing. I usually hover near the heater during class. In the staff room at the junior high, we have a kerosene stove, with a chimney running to a hole in the ceiling for ventilation. It's usually pretty warm in the staff room, and sad to leave it. Except of course when they refuel the stove, which is right next to me. At elementary schools the classrooms are usually somewhat warm. Which is to say wearing a long sleeve shirt, heavy sweater, long johns and pants, and slippers, usually leaves me feeling OK. Thankfully by mid-March things start warming up, and thankfully I don't live any farther north than I do. Friends of mine who live about 1hour away are blanketed in snow for 2 1/2 months, while the snow only shows up once or twice in my neighbourhood.
2009年1月7日水曜日
Here there and everywhere!
Here is the facebook album re: my holidays. Highlights include my newest nephew Johannes (but nicknames Yo-ee) and his cousins Dylan and Margot and Costa Rican adventures.
Oh Facebook, you are so nice to upload photos onto.
I'm finally back in Japan, in my rather cold apartment trying to find drive to go to the grocery store, although I don't really need to because I brought back cheese and (whole grain) bread from home. Hope your holidays were excellent.
Oh Facebook, you are so nice to upload photos onto.
I'm finally back in Japan, in my rather cold apartment trying to find drive to go to the grocery store, although I don't really need to because I brought back cheese and (whole grain) bread from home. Hope your holidays were excellent.
Thoughts from the girl at the McNamara Terminal at the Detroit Airport. From 10:45-5:42 after a 12 hour flight from Osaka.
(My laptop wouldn't connect to the internet in Canada, hence the delay in this post)
-lack of appetite despite many wonderful “foreign” food options.
-inability to read because I can’t focus enough to remember what I just read
and most notably:
-talking to myself out loud, often
However, I have seen at least 3 people talking on bluetooth chips crammed in their ears, including one woman who got, and answered a call mid-question to a sales clerk. Confusion ensued. Funny, but perhaps a little rude. Also into this category is the woman who walked into the bathroom, chatting on her phone, and talked while peeing. This is certainly not Japan anymore.
I had been chatting with myself for a good hour or so when I became desperate to befriend someone, and have them to talk to for as witty as I can be, I’d hate to not share my wit with others. Hence the conversation with the guy in front of me, while I was in line to buy a bagel (bagel! with hummus!). However, this guy, while a welcome relief as I was getting a little tired of myself, took off asap once he found out I was in a relationship. Really? was his thought process “Hey, this girl is friendly, maybe we will fall in love and make beautiful children?” or “Hey, maybe this girl will hook up with me in the airport?” and not anything like “Hey, this random girl is funny and clever in her zombie like state, lets chat a while for the sake of filling time” ? Whatever. that bagel was delicious, and I’m not sad at all that I didn’t get the weird hot-dog wrapped in a bagel that he was recommending.
BUT that guy was just a guy. He had nothing on the late-40s guy who I met on the moving sidewalk. What was his friendly, normal conversation starter? “Where are you off to?” “Heading home?” no... it was “Those are nice earrings. Did you get them in the Detroit airport?”. This is weird, isn’t it? I was desperate for company again so I talked to him for one ride on the moving sidewalk, and then declined his invitation to have lunch together and browsed a chocolate shop instead.
- Signs that I’m sleep deprived:
-lack of appetite despite many wonderful “foreign” food options.
-inability to read because I can’t focus enough to remember what I just read
and most notably:
-talking to myself out loud, often
However, I have seen at least 3 people talking on bluetooth chips crammed in their ears, including one woman who got, and answered a call mid-question to a sales clerk. Confusion ensued. Funny, but perhaps a little rude. Also into this category is the woman who walked into the bathroom, chatting on her phone, and talked while peeing. This is certainly not Japan anymore.
I had been chatting with myself for a good hour or so when I became desperate to befriend someone, and have them to talk to for as witty as I can be, I’d hate to not share my wit with others. Hence the conversation with the guy in front of me, while I was in line to buy a bagel (bagel! with hummus!). However, this guy, while a welcome relief as I was getting a little tired of myself, took off asap once he found out I was in a relationship. Really? was his thought process “Hey, this girl is friendly, maybe we will fall in love and make beautiful children?” or “Hey, maybe this girl will hook up with me in the airport?” and not anything like “Hey, this random girl is funny and clever in her zombie like state, lets chat a while for the sake of filling time” ? Whatever. that bagel was delicious, and I’m not sad at all that I didn’t get the weird hot-dog wrapped in a bagel that he was recommending.
BUT that guy was just a guy. He had nothing on the late-40s guy who I met on the moving sidewalk. What was his friendly, normal conversation starter? “Where are you off to?” “Heading home?” no... it was “Those are nice earrings. Did you get them in the Detroit airport?”. This is weird, isn’t it? I was desperate for company again so I talked to him for one ride on the moving sidewalk, and then declined his invitation to have lunch together and browsed a chocolate shop instead.
- I thought coming back to North America was supposed to make me feel skinny and svelte. Who are all these girls in leggings as pants who look better than me? I miss Japan where I feel special.
- I wish smiling wasn’t some sort of creepy thing. Half the time my smile is returned with a smile, and the other half the person clearly thinks I’m nuts. I like Japan, where people are always smiling at me because I’m exciting and foreign! Stupid reverse culture shock.
- All of the store clerks are BORED! So bored. So eager to talk to. I love them.
- I wish I could legitimately say y’all. It sounds so good. It’s friendly and welcoming. Unless I suppose it’s being used in the phrase “y’all are jerks!” but even then, that still sounds nicer to me than “You are all jerks”.
- Is it ironic that the first oxygen bar I ever saw was at this airport, and not in Japan. Kelly Osborne clearly sought out the weirdest things to do in Tokyo.
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