Every year in Yuwa, the locals hold a festival honoring their shinto roots. I took part in this festival by transforming into a shinto priest and participating in the local parade. I wore the traditional priest clothes; a yukata robe covered by more white robes, a black hat, and very uncomfortable wooden sandals called getta. Several international students joined me in this event. We were assigned to help the older men by carrying the portable shrine (mikoshi) as well as very tall staves with banners attached to them.
The female head priestess and her nobly dressed priests began the ceremony with various chants in and around the temple. It's hard to say what they were doing, since it was all in japanese and a dialect that is difficult to understand. In any case, after some time of this ritual prayer and bowing we took our leave and began the hour long parade into town. Many of the villagers gathered outside of their homes and greeted us with bows and smiles. I kept greeting everyone with a "konnichiwa" and a huge grin on my face, eliciting a chuckle from several amused villagers.
We arrived at another temple in the middle of town to commence in more ceremony. This time, all of the priests were sitting in a large tatami room, and at certain times we would all bow toward the shrine. What caught my interest the most was a live katana demonstration by one of the priests; it was almost as if his soul and the sword's were one, and together they danced before us to please the kami and aquire their blessing. I was impressed at the priest's form, speed, and economy of motion.
This ceremony was followed by a delicious bento lunch with beer and sake. Oh yeah, those priests could drink! It was a very humid day, so a little buzz was motivating for us all to complete the our procession through the rest of the town. We arrived at one more small temple, and were given a small shot of sake to drink! One more run through the town, and we finally ended up back at the first temple. We all circled the temple a few times before finally ending the ceremony.
I was completely exhausted by this event; it was the hottest day in Japan so far and the stiff wooden shoes I was wearing were too small for my feet. I am glad I had the opportunity to experience this local custom, and to see such an old tradition still celebrated in this modernizing world. However, I don't expect to ever desire the monastic life or to wear those uncomfortable getta again; I now have a new level of understanding for the pain women endure when wearing high heeled shoes.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
2 Weekends; Happy children, creepy theater, and Nuclear power
It's been a while since my last update, so this may take a while. Bear with me though, as there is a lot to talk about!
I woke up at 8am on a rainy saturday to drive an hour to Diazen city with a few other students. We got to hang out with a massive group of Japanese children, maybe 150 or more, and their parents at this father's day assembly. I had forgotten how amazing little kids are, just seeing them run around aimlessly makes me so happy. I spoke with a few boys and girls in Japanese, asking them how they are, how old are they, what grade are they in. Sometimes they even answered in English, which impressed me and also reminded me of how bad I am at japanese. I'm still a toddler! We did group exercises together; it was like being on an episode of The Wiggles.
After all the shenanigans were over and the kids were dismissed for lunch, I handed out stickers for them all to enjoy. When the first few airplanes, helicopters, and racecar stickers were handed out, I had little wide-eyed Japanese kids surrounding me, eager for a cool sticker of their own. Ah these little kids; they are like the toys that I will want in 10 years (after a few pets and a few jobs I suppose haha).
Me and the other AIU students visited the children's school and playground next. They have so many cool things; pet turtles and fishes, TVs, posters with Pokemon to help them learn Hiragana letters. All of us were invited to come back, and I will be so happy to hang out with kids in a classroom environment. I want to teach them little kids games, like Simon Says and Duck Duck Goose. Maybe I'll modify these games a little bit... it would be good experience for me as a game designer hahaha.
To contrast with this exciting day, my Sunday evening was one of the most depressing experiences of my life. I went to see a traditional Japanese theater production, called Noh, that took place on top of a large hill. It was raining that night (which seems to be the customary every year), all of the audience that was in the outside seating had to wear many plastic ponchos.
The performance itself was terribly creepy; the motions of the actors were robotic, their voices somewhat monotone with extended vowel sounds, and the music (drums, flute, chanting) made me recollect native american tribal rituals. I had to stop and think to myself... was the Japanese upper class that REALLY that boring in the 16th century? Thank god I live in modern times, with such wonderful distractions as video games, anime, and rock music.
Jump forward one school week: I find myself on a bus heading to Rokkasho village, home of several nuclear facilities. If you really want to know more about this place, feel free to ask and I'll tell you everything I know about nuclear energy, disposal, fusion, and storage. However, my brain was so full of information from that day... seriously, I discussed the use of radio isotopes as a way to measure cell propogation, with a real-live Japanese scientist! Perhaps later I'll make known my personal opinions on the use of nuclear energy as a viable energy source for mankind.
We spent one night at a lavish onsen hotel. Ohmygod I was in heaven; the meals were dynamite, the rooms were traditionally made, and the hot baths were all nude. It was sex segregated, and there was a hot bath outside that offered a wonderful view of a majectic waterfall and the surrounding nature. While soaking in the warm waters and emptying my mind of thoughts, my awareness soon fell on the large divider that separated the male and female baths. Curiousity took hold, and desire soon won over morality as I snuck over to have a peek at the ladies. There were some older ladies (bleh!), but fortunately there was a nice view of some well-bodied japanese ladies, soaking in the steamy night. Say what you will about right action and right intention, but I had to indulge my childish curiousity (not to mention ninja sneakery) in that moment.
I took a japanese robe as a souveneer, which is actually socially appropriate to wear all around the hotel. I saw many japanese, young and old, wearing these like casual wear. It will certainly make for a nice bath robe back in the U.S... by the way, I've been missing home like CRAZY and I can't wait to return with stories and being able to express myself in a full english vocabulary, not to mention catching up with friends, eating fast food, having the freedom of driving a car, and finding out what Metal Gear Solid 4 updates are available.
I woke up at 8am on a rainy saturday to drive an hour to Diazen city with a few other students. We got to hang out with a massive group of Japanese children, maybe 150 or more, and their parents at this father's day assembly. I had forgotten how amazing little kids are, just seeing them run around aimlessly makes me so happy. I spoke with a few boys and girls in Japanese, asking them how they are, how old are they, what grade are they in. Sometimes they even answered in English, which impressed me and also reminded me of how bad I am at japanese. I'm still a toddler! We did group exercises together; it was like being on an episode of The Wiggles.
After all the shenanigans were over and the kids were dismissed for lunch, I handed out stickers for them all to enjoy. When the first few airplanes, helicopters, and racecar stickers were handed out, I had little wide-eyed Japanese kids surrounding me, eager for a cool sticker of their own. Ah these little kids; they are like the toys that I will want in 10 years (after a few pets and a few jobs I suppose haha).
Me and the other AIU students visited the children's school and playground next. They have so many cool things; pet turtles and fishes, TVs, posters with Pokemon to help them learn Hiragana letters. All of us were invited to come back, and I will be so happy to hang out with kids in a classroom environment. I want to teach them little kids games, like Simon Says and Duck Duck Goose. Maybe I'll modify these games a little bit... it would be good experience for me as a game designer hahaha.
To contrast with this exciting day, my Sunday evening was one of the most depressing experiences of my life. I went to see a traditional Japanese theater production, called Noh, that took place on top of a large hill. It was raining that night (which seems to be the customary every year), all of the audience that was in the outside seating had to wear many plastic ponchos.
The performance itself was terribly creepy; the motions of the actors were robotic, their voices somewhat monotone with extended vowel sounds, and the music (drums, flute, chanting) made me recollect native american tribal rituals. I had to stop and think to myself... was the Japanese upper class that REALLY that boring in the 16th century? Thank god I live in modern times, with such wonderful distractions as video games, anime, and rock music.
Jump forward one school week: I find myself on a bus heading to Rokkasho village, home of several nuclear facilities. If you really want to know more about this place, feel free to ask and I'll tell you everything I know about nuclear energy, disposal, fusion, and storage. However, my brain was so full of information from that day... seriously, I discussed the use of radio isotopes as a way to measure cell propogation, with a real-live Japanese scientist! Perhaps later I'll make known my personal opinions on the use of nuclear energy as a viable energy source for mankind.
We spent one night at a lavish onsen hotel. Ohmygod I was in heaven; the meals were dynamite, the rooms were traditionally made, and the hot baths were all nude. It was sex segregated, and there was a hot bath outside that offered a wonderful view of a majectic waterfall and the surrounding nature. While soaking in the warm waters and emptying my mind of thoughts, my awareness soon fell on the large divider that separated the male and female baths. Curiousity took hold, and desire soon won over morality as I snuck over to have a peek at the ladies. There were some older ladies (bleh!), but fortunately there was a nice view of some well-bodied japanese ladies, soaking in the steamy night. Say what you will about right action and right intention, but I had to indulge my childish curiousity (not to mention ninja sneakery) in that moment.
I took a japanese robe as a souveneer, which is actually socially appropriate to wear all around the hotel. I saw many japanese, young and old, wearing these like casual wear. It will certainly make for a nice bath robe back in the U.S... by the way, I've been missing home like CRAZY and I can't wait to return with stories and being able to express myself in a full english vocabulary, not to mention catching up with friends, eating fast food, having the freedom of driving a car, and finding out what Metal Gear Solid 4 updates are available.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
The Bond Between Teacher and Student
I'm at my desk, slowly sipping from a cup of mildly-bitter green tea, after drinking sake from my samuari sake cup. This cool, slightly damp Monday, I write to you from my room. I hear the sounds of birds sharing the news, passing cars from the main road, and the humming and clanging of machinery that is building AIU's fitness center.
I glance to my shelf and see the gift Sakamoto-sensei gave me last weekend, a palm-sized rabbit made entirely out of Jade. This was a momento from my day of fishing (we caught nothing haha) and relaxing, as well as the evidence of a unique bond being created here. I recall the time at the harbor; it was a fruitless trip as far as the catch was concerned, but I experienced the elements of deep-sea fishing. Casting the weighted fishing line, interpreting the sonar device that measures both the current depth as well as underwater activity, and driving the boat around all filled me with the joy of becoming more than who I was yesterday.
I returned to Sakamoto sensei's home for a home cooked dinner, desert, and authentic Chinese tea ceremony prepared by his wife. We had a pleasant discussion, and Mrs. Sakamoto helped me create my own Kanji name. For each Kanji, I chose the syllabic character that I thought most suited some important elements of my personality at this time.
-"Ku", I chose the Kanji that holds the meaning "carpenter" or "industrious."
-"Ri," meaning "rational" or "science."
-"Su," representing "defend" or "save."
Here's my interpretation of the characters placed next to eachother; Chris (kurisu) is the "rational carpenter who defends." Then you may ask, what does this mean? Defends what? At the moment, I can think of 2 personal examples:
1) By learning about and making video games, I am attempting to defend their existance in the eyes of skeptics who see them merely as "time wasters." I am constructing both rational arguments and playable games to get my points across.
2) My study of martial arts is a process of building a mind-map for self-defense. Through practice and understanding, I am learning skills that may come to be used for protecting either myself or another.
Then, I was TOLD to sit in a full-body massage chair and play Japanese video games! If all of this wasn't enough, I took him up on the offer to borrow some bikes for the semester. Such kindness and generosity, what an awesome pair of Japanese folk! We've already made plans to have a barbeque on July 4th (Independence Day woooo!) and I can't wait!
I glance to my shelf and see the gift Sakamoto-sensei gave me last weekend, a palm-sized rabbit made entirely out of Jade. This was a momento from my day of fishing (we caught nothing haha) and relaxing, as well as the evidence of a unique bond being created here. I recall the time at the harbor; it was a fruitless trip as far as the catch was concerned, but I experienced the elements of deep-sea fishing. Casting the weighted fishing line, interpreting the sonar device that measures both the current depth as well as underwater activity, and driving the boat around all filled me with the joy of becoming more than who I was yesterday.
I returned to Sakamoto sensei's home for a home cooked dinner, desert, and authentic Chinese tea ceremony prepared by his wife. We had a pleasant discussion, and Mrs. Sakamoto helped me create my own Kanji name. For each Kanji, I chose the syllabic character that I thought most suited some important elements of my personality at this time.
-"Ku", I chose the Kanji that holds the meaning "carpenter" or "industrious."
-"Ri," meaning "rational" or "science."
-"Su," representing "defend" or "save."
Here's my interpretation of the characters placed next to eachother; Chris (kurisu) is the "rational carpenter who defends." Then you may ask, what does this mean? Defends what? At the moment, I can think of 2 personal examples:
1) By learning about and making video games, I am attempting to defend their existance in the eyes of skeptics who see them merely as "time wasters." I am constructing both rational arguments and playable games to get my points across.
2) My study of martial arts is a process of building a mind-map for self-defense. Through practice and understanding, I am learning skills that may come to be used for protecting either myself or another.
Then, I was TOLD to sit in a full-body massage chair and play Japanese video games! If all of this wasn't enough, I took him up on the offer to borrow some bikes for the semester. Such kindness and generosity, what an awesome pair of Japanese folk! We've already made plans to have a barbeque on July 4th (Independence Day woooo!) and I can't wait!
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