So, I've had this comic book in my head for a loooong time. Actually, the genesis was when I was only 12 years old. At the time, it was pretty much an X-Men rip-off, but I think there were some good ideas in there. Over the years I kept trying to tweak the story as I got older and realized it wasn't very good. Eventually (when I was in college), I finally realized it was fundamentally flawed and I needed to completely rewrite it instead of trying to fix it. A friend (my old roommate Kevin Savage) gave me the idea of focusing on this one character, who was actually kind of minor in what I had before. That character, named Vince because he is inVINCible (come on, I was 12) has been alive since the dawn of civilization and can't die. So, the book follows him, jumping around in time and showing how he affected history and how history affected him at different times.

Well, that's what been in my head forever and ever but I never found anyone to draw it. Until I met Liesje here in Japan. She was actually excited about it and pushed me to write a couple of pages so we could do them for the Art show they hold here in Miyagi every year. The amazing thing is that I did write them and she drew them and now they exist. These are intended to be two "prequel" pages that take place right before the beginning of issue one.

We've had to put it on the back burner for now because of other things like the MAJET play, the short film we just made, and The Drum (the Miyagi magazine we work on). But it will happen. Oh yes, it will.

Anyhow, figured I'd post the two pages here. Today you get page 1. And at some point in the future I will put #2 up.

o Well, for some of you it may seem like it's been a while (because it has) and for some of you this may feel like your very first issue of The Drum ever (because it is)! A lot of people are coming back to The Drum after a nice summer vacation. Perhaps you even traveled out of the country, so you also had to come back to Japan. Maybe just out of the area, so you had to come back to Miyagi. Either way, you second and third years have all had to go back to work, just as all of your students have had to go back to school. And hey, did you notice we accidentally put the whole issue together backwards? The pages still read like they normally would (that's left to right for those of you not paying attention), they're just in reverse order. Going from... wait for it... back to front.
And it's because of all of these myriad and, let's be honest here, trite ways that I can shoehorn the word "back" into this editorial that you now hold in your hands The Drum's All New Back Issue! "How can a back issue be all new?" you may ask. "Isn't the very definition of 'back issue' an issue that is not current, and therefore not new?" you may also ask. "Isn't this just another of your horribly weak attempts at comedy?" you may then inquire. And I will say, "No! This is absolutely not another of my weak attempts at comedy!"

It's Kennard's. Blame him.

My weak attempt at comedy is on page 16. Blame me for that one.

Anyhow, our regular features are ba-... I mean, returning. Heather's From the Land of Near Noon is here with another couple of great entries. And Geekin' Out is also here with a decidedly non-technical article. We've also got a very special version of He Said, She Said, our regular movie reviews, and something to do with Babyback Ribs. (Come on, you didn't see that one coming?) On the completely useless side is the Back to the Future article featuring interviews from tomorrow! And on the much more useful end of the spectrum we have advice for your next Disney vacation and a tutorial on how to use Bit Torrent. Once you're hooked up to Bit Torrent, check out the new season of TV Shows by using our handy guide.

And last, but certainly not least, be sure to read all about this year's MAJET Panto on page 5. This is an amazing event that MAJET sponsors every year, but we they need your help to do it! So, go check it out and get involved. Trust me, this is one of the things that people talk about for the rest of the year.

So, it's great to be back, even if it did take us longer than expected. Keep those submissions coming and let's make this the best year of The Drum ever!

Kevin Davies
Editor In Chief

Now that we've established my absolute willingness to whore myself in any way possible in order to make a connection with this month's theme, let's go BACK and revisit some classic movies and see how they've aged.
And by "classic" I mean "stuff from when I was a kid". Except for the ones I saw as an adult. I guess "classic" just means "made before the year 2000".

(Note: I downloaded every one of these movies through Bit Torrent (See page 16 for details!) so you should have no trouble getting any of them.)

Lost Boys (1987)
Listen to the names of the cast for this one: Corey Haim, Corey Feldman, Keifer Sutherland. Okay, now go wash the 80s off of you. I mean, damn, there are two Goonies in there for crying out loud! This movie is absolutely dripping with the 80s. The soundtrack alone will give you an intense desire to buy a lot of hairspray. This is not to say it's bad. There's some reasonably cool vampire stuff in here. It's definitely fun to see Bill of Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure take a stake through the heart. And while the movie gets a little confused when it tries to switch from comedy to horror and back again (and again, and again), it's actually held up better than a lot of monster movies.
Final verdict: Worth revisiting, if you're a fan of vampires and aren't afraid of revisiting the 80s full-force.

Conan the Barbarian (1982)
Dark Horse Comics recently started a new Conan comic book that takes the character back to his origins by recreating the original Robert E. Howard stories. Having been a fan of it for about a year, I decided I wanted to rewatch the Schwarzenegger Conan movies that I loved so much as a little boy, beginning with the classic Conan the Barbarian. Man, what a piece of crap. It starts by reducing most of his life to simply pushing a grist mill. Somehow this tedious action turns him into a super-buff and extremely well toned man, who also knows how to sword fight better than anyone. Huh? Then, it's simply downhill from there. You may get a moment of excitement when you find out James Earl Jones is playing the villain, but the movie will be putting you back to sleep momentarily. It's almost unbelievable how boring this mo... *snore*
Final verdict: Stay away!

Conan the Destroyer (1984)
After seeing how bad the first one truly was, I'm not even sure what convinced me to sit through the sequel. Especially since it is commonly accepted that Destroyer is nowhere near as good as Barbarian. Good lord, how is that possible? Well, I'm glad I did watch it because the common knowledge in this case is bollocks. Destroyer is much faster paced than the original, and also takes itself a bit less serious (which helps, believe me). The addition of a posse for Conan actually works, and one of them is Grace Jones! How weird is that? Basically, the second movie just speeds things along nicely and gives you the cheesy sword and sorcery movie you're looking for.
Final verdict: Worth revisiting if you're into the fantasy stuff and don't mind starting with a sequel.

The Breakfast Club (1985)
John Huston really knew how to make 80's teen angst seem really interesting. And that's a good thing because otherwise setting an entire movie in a library and having the plot simply be "kids from different cliques get to know each other a little better" would have been a snoozefest. But the actors are pretty strong (not surprising since they were the Brat Pack and all went on to successful careers) and the writing isn't too ridiculous. Some scenes are awfully hard to swallow, but overall it's a pretty good movie. And although the ending seems really trite with everyone becoming good friends, take a closer look. Which girl does the nerd end up with?
Final verdict: Worth revisiting, if for no other reason than to get all of the references that are made to this movie. "You want another one?" "Yeah!"

48 Hours (1982)
Nick Nolte as a hard-boiled cop. Eddie Murphy in his debut role as a prisoner. They don't like each other, but they've got to work together. What could possibly stop this from being a great movie? Well, for starters you could not make it a comedy! Yeah, that would screw it up for sure. Then you could have some really, reeaally fake fight scenes, a lot of gratuitous breast shots, a few boring car chases and a plot that never even leaves the apartment, much less goes anywhere. Yep, that would definitely make this kinda suck.
Final verdict: Kinda sucks. Wouldn't bother if I were you.

Police Academy (1984)
How many of these did they eventually make? Eight? Ten? Not to mention the TV series and the cartoon (Oh yeah, you thought I forgot about the cartoon didn't you? I even remember the action figures!). So, the first one must have been really funny to kick off a franchise that big. Right? Right?!? Yeah, not so much. The first half of the movie has barely any laughs in it, and those are almost all from Michael Winslow (the sound effects guy). Near the end you get a couple more and the big ones (Remember the commandant's speech and the surprise waiting in the podium?) are still pretty damn funny. But overall it's hard to see how this is a comedy classic.
Final verdict: If you're really in the mood for some comedy and can't find anything else except for Dane Cook stand-up, this is worth watching.

The Beastmaster (1982)
I went into this with fuzzy memories at best. There was a panther (I thought) and some ferrets. And a guy in a loincloth who could talk to them. That was about all I remembered. Having rewatched it, I can see why. More than any other movie on this list Beastmaster will have you thinking to yourself, "What were they thinking?" over and over. Rip Torn as the evil necromancer? A hero named Dar? Who immediately strips to his loincloth after seeing his family killed and runs off to avenge them? And then nearly rapes the first woman he lays eyes on? And can talk to any animal but chooses to limit it to just four? Including TWO ferrets? And a tiger (poorly) painted black to look like a panther? What were they thinking?
Final verdict: Yech. About the only thing this movie is good for is being made fun of. Although there's a danger you might die of exhaustion by doing so, since there are almost too many opportunities for that. Steer clear unless you're a group of serious Mystery Science Theater 3000 fans.

From: Kennard
To: Kevin (September 15th

Hey, I've got a great idea for the "Back" theme we've got going in this issue! I'm going to write something about BabyBACK Ribs! Get it!

From: Kevin
To: Kennard (October 16th)

So... where's that Babyback Ribs article I was promised? It's fine with me. You just have to actually write it.

From: Kennard
To: Kevin (October 16th)

Sorry, I am checking into the hospital for a little while and I won't be able to get to it. Maybe you can find someone else to do it?

From: Kevin
To: Jeff (October 17th)

Hey, Jeff. Listen, Kennard was going to write something about Babyback Ribs for the new issue of The Drum and now he can't. Unfortunately, Liesje has already laid out the cover and I'm committed. I don't care what it is as long as it has something to do with ribs. Can you help me out?

From: Jeff
To: Kevin (October 18th)

No problem. I hammered this out in about an hour last night. Let me know what you think!

A Brief and Definitive History of Baby Back Ribs

For the sake of simplification, the colloquialism “Ribs” will be referred to as the thorax of an ungulate (most likely swine) exposed to high temperatures and marinated for human consumption. The long and storied history of Baby Back Ribs begins with the common pig. One of the first mammals to be domesticated by early humans, and a member of the Chinese Zodiac, pigs have long supplied abundant joules of energy, fueling humanity ever forward into the future. Some even claim that without an increase in high calorie foods such as pork, the industrial revolution would have never taken place. After all, a successful civilization has yet to be built on carrots.

Surely, when discussing Ribs, the antediluvian subject of Barbecuing is not far behind. The term “Barbecue” itself is shrouded in mystery, conjuring cabalistic and eldritch images to the mind. Even the Etymology of “Barbeque” or the more arcane spelling “BBQ” is subject of intense scholarly debate. Some claim it comes from the Taíno word “Barabicu” which means “Sacred Fire Pit”. While most of the Barbeque community would agree the origins are decidedly Caribbean, disputes from The French and even The Australians further exacerbate discourse on this subject, as they claim to have invented it themselves.

By the end of the 20^th Century, the popularity Baby Back Ribs reached staggering heights thanks to American Restraunteur Chili’s ad Jingle “I Want My Baby Back Ribs (With Barbeque Sauce)”. Due to powerful market forces this overly quoted song made its way into American Cinema, as featured in the film “Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me (1999)”. The song was mimicked by populist comedian personality Mike Myers playing a character known as “The Fat Bastard”. This character was highly popular amongst high school students, especially in districts with low to middling standardized test scores. Despite this, Baby Back Ribs are still succulent, and satisfying. With spices to whet anyone’s appetite、delicious Baby Back Ribs are enjoyed on a daily basis by thousands of people all over the world. Unfortunately, Japan is not one of those places. Sorry!

From: Kevin

To: Jeff (October 20th)

Looks great! Thanks for the help!

From: Kevin

To: Liesje (October 20th)

Hey, this Ribs article isn't the slightest bit amusing or funny, so just bury it in the back of the magazine. The only reason I'm even publishing it is so we don't have to change the cover.

From: Kennard

To: Kevin (October 20th)

Hey, I got out of the hospital earlier than expected so I went ahead and wrote that Babyback Ribs article. Let me know what you think!

Traditional New Guinea Baby Back Ribs

Tired of the various pastas, hamburgers, or other default foods that you make at home? Well, to break the monotony, I’ll suggest a scrumptious recipe for baby back ribs from New Guinea using contemporary quick fixes and how to properly prepare and cook them.

Ingredients:

2lbs. baby back ribs

1 med. Acorn squash (1lb)

2 (18 oz.) jars baked beans

¼ c. ketchup

3 tbsp. maple syrup

2 tbsp. prepared mustard

Preparation:

Cut rack of ribs into 2 rib portions. In large skillet, heat ribs, covered with water, on high heat until boiling. Reduce heat to low and simmer for 40 minutes. Meanwhile, cut acorn squash into ¾” wedges. Drain ribs. Into same skillet, stir in baked beans, ketchup, syrup and mustard. Add ribs and squash wedges. Heat to boiling; reduce to low, cover and simmer until ribs and squash are fork tender, about 20 minutes. Stir occasionally. Makes 4 servings.

This looks like a simple and easy-to-do recipe and indeed is, however the receivers’ of this tasty meal, to keep New Guinea’s Fore tribe’s authenticity, is quite limited. First of all, the baby has to be female if you are to eat the ribs. Secondly, the only people traditionally allowed to eat the baby are: the sister, the brother’s wife, the mother’s brother’s wife, the sister’s son’s wife, and the baby’s female matrilateral cousin.

And so it goes if you wish to maintain Fore authenticity. It seems like there’s always that polite tape you just can’t seem to cross, and when you’d rather not I guess there’s always a McDonald’s nearby.

From: Liesje
To: Kevin (October 23rd)

Are you kidding? This isn't any better than Jeff's article. Not to mention the fact that we'll be offending who-knows-how-many people by even alluding to eating human children. Are you sure you want to publish this piece of crap? It'll take a little work, but I can change the cover.

From: Kevin
To: Liesje (October 23rd)

Yeah, you're right. Go ahead and change the cover. There's no way I'm putting either of these in The Drum. Even MAJET members don't deserve this.

Crazy Idea

So, this next post going up in a minute is an article I thought of almost immediately once we decided on what the current Drum issue's theme would be. As soon as I started thinking about "back" I went through Back to School, Back to Work and then Back to the Future. That quickly led me to think of this concept.

It's pretty simple. The idea is that a book of interviews with previous JETs has fallen back in time and into our hands, and then we publish a few of them. I wrote up some questions and sent them out to several people, letting them know that they were welcome to take the joke as far as they wanted. A lot of people didn't write back, but 4 did and then I added one from my head. See if you can figure out which one.

I think it turned out pretty well. Whether or not anyone else will find it funny is beyond me. But, as I have realized more and more in recent years, I don't really care either.

Oh, is this still here?

I've never been able to keep up with a diary. Never. I'm surprised I even started this blog, much less wrote more than two entires for it.

But now months and months have gone by and I'm back, because Google is always getting me to do stuff whether I like it or not.

See, my computer crashed recently, and the hard drive was not recoverable. And since I wasn't smart enough to bring my Windows CDs with me when I came to Japan, I ended up having to go with Linux as my operating system. Now, I know it probably has a fine and dandy word processor built in there, but I'm not familiar with it yet and I'm a little gunshy about losing stuff now.

Combine that with the fact that Google just integrated their word processor with Gmail and you can guess where I am typing stuff now. And after you type it, you have the opportunity to "publish" it on the internet. You have the option of publishing it somewhere and getting a link to it (which is almost assuredly gobbledygook), or publishing it to your blog. I did the latter because... I can?

I don't know why. I just felt like it. And now I think I'll probably be publishing everything I write in that processor on here. Right now it will likely just be stuff for The Drum (the Miyagi Prefecture JET Magazine that I am the Editor-in-Chief of) but who knows about later?

Doesn't matter though right? I mean, no one still reads this do they?

The New Fall Season of TV

With the temperature rapidly dropping and it getting dark around five in the afternoon, now is the time of year when many of us find ourselves spending more time at the kotatsu watching TV. And while Japanese TV is greatly entertaining for a little while, those 20 minutes probably ended some time back. Fortunately for us all, the internet has given us the ability to watch all of our favorite shows from back home through the wonder that is Bit Torrent. With whole seasons available for easy download, having missed a few episodes (or a few years' worth of episodes) is no reason not to check out some really great shows. And if you don't know how to use Bit Torrent, then you had better turn to page 16 right now!
Okay, you got it now? Well then, read on as we take a look at the best of this year's new television series!

JUSTICE
Yes, this is yet another courtroom drama. But surprisingly (extra surprising considering that it's produced by Jerry Bruckheimer), a reasonably worthwhile one. The main difference being that the lawyers here are not nearly as concerned with truth, facts or innocence as they are with perception. The show deals with how the media can be used as a tool to sway a jury's opinion one way or another. Some clever writing and pretty good acting keeps it afloat. And as an added bonus, at the end of each episode you get to see what really happened, which is a nice twist. Great popcorn TV.

STANDOFF
Kind of a modern day Moonlighting (Does anyone else even remember Moonlighting?), it revolves around a couple of police negotiators who are partners in more ways than one. The show is trying to walk a fine line, balancing light-hearted humor with tense negotiation scenes. So far, thanks primarily to Ron Livingston (the main guy from Office Space), it's done pretty well. There's still the questions of whether it can keep it up, and whether Livingston can carry the whole thing on his shoulders... Worth watching at least once.

STUDIO 60 ON THE SUNSET STRIP
My favorite show of the new season. Created by Aaron Sorkin (West Wing), it revolves around a Saturday Night Live style show that has become increasingly unfunny and has to be rescued by a couple of guys who were let loose years before due to... Well, let's just say there was a misunderstanding. While the show does occasionally make things a bit overly dramatic (It sometimes seems like events are just as important as those taking place in West Wing, which is, of course, ridiculous.), the dialogue is snappy, the acting is good and the direction is pretty well spot-on. If only the real SNL were anywhere near this good... Must see!

HEROES
Being a long-time comic book geek, I should be loving this show about unrelated people all over America (and one Japanese guy) suddenly and inexplicably developing super powers. I'm not sure why I'm not. It's good, and it's compelling and I keep tuning back in. But it lacks the "I can't wait" feeling that shows like Lost are so good at delivering. Still, all of the performances are solid and if the writers are willing to see this through it could be something great. Definitely worth checking out.

HELP ME HELP YOU
Whew, finally a comedy! Ted Danson (Sam from Cheers) is back to his sitcom roots as a relationship counselor who, predictably, can't save his own relationship. The show is mercifully not done in the old-school "live-studio audience" "3 walled room" format and is actually pretty funny. Danson still has the comic timing and the facial expressions to bring it all together when he's on screen, but the rest of the cast has yet to prove they've got what it takes to keep things going when he isn't. Still, funny stuff though. Definitely worth checking out.

30 ROCK
And another comedy. Seemingly similar to Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip at first glance, it only takes a moment to tell the two apart. Created by former Saturday Night Live member Tina Fey, 30 Rock is about a live comedy show that suddenly finds itself at the mercy of a new, cutthroat producer (played by Alec Baldwin, who does it perfectly). Unlike Studio 60 however, this show keeps it light. It's a half hour comedy and plays everything without the drama that would surely be present if these events actually took place. The timing on the jokes still seems a little off, but if they find their groove this will be a show to look forward to each week. Definitely worth checking out.

JERICHO
Okay, I actually think you should just check out this show's first episode and see for yourself why it's pretty interesting because I don't want to spoil the big surprise for you. So, if you're willing to just trust me on that and go watch it, then DON'T READ THE REST OF THIS DESCRIPTION!
But, if you couldn't help yourself, here we go. Jericho is about a young man returning to his home town (Guess what the town is called. Guess!) in an effort to get some money from his estranged father. When that doesn't work, he decides to leave again only to be faced with a mushroom cloud somewhere in the vicinity of Denver. From there, it's a question of what the townsfolk will do to survive. Oh, yeah, and the question of what the hell happened. Occasionally the show dips a bit too much into cliched elements (a school bus in danger, escaped convicts, etc.) but the writing is decent enough to keep it all together and the concept is rock solid. Definitely worth checking out.

OLD FAVORITES - Shows that aren't new, but that you should really be watching. Look for Torrents of entire seasons for these.

BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
Now entering it's third season, this Science-Fiction show is probably the best thing on TV. I know a lot of you are going to blanch at that, but that's just because you haven't seen it. Everyone who has is probably nodding their heads in agreement right now. You don't have to be an SF fan to love it, either. And the different levels the show works on make it possible to watch it as simply a shoot-'em-up space fight, or a deep meditation on the nature of life and religion. And that's not even getting into the politics... Absolutely Must See!!!

LOST
If you haven't been watching Lost, you had better start at the beginning because missing even a single episode will leave you scratching your head. Well, you'll be scratching it anyhow, but missing episodes might result in you actually hurting yourself you scratch so hard. While nothing ever seems to get resolved on the show, it remains compelling going into its third season now. Just in case you've been living under a rock, it's about the survivors of a plane crash who end up on a very strange island. And then stuff happens. Trust me, it's really good. Must See!!

THE OFFICE
While the original BBC version of this is rapidly becoming a classic and should definitely be watched, don't dismiss the American version out of hand. The first couple of episodes tried too hard to re-create the British show, but after that it began to take on a life of its own and has now become what is likely the best comedy on television (at least in the states). Each episode mostly stands on its own, but it's worth starting at the beginning so you don't miss out on any of the character growth. Must See!

Kindergarten Graduation

Okay, I don;t know about all of you but the only graduation I ever remember having was my high school graduation. I probably would remember my college graduation except I opted not to go. I mean, there are a gajillion students at UF and most of them are in the College of Liberal Arts and Science so my graduation ceremony would have been about 36 hours long, in summer, in Florida. Yeah, great idea.

Anyhow, I don't remember having anything happen in Middle School, and I certainly don't remember anything from Elementary. And Kindergarten? All I remember from Kindergarten was that we had to sit at an orange table when we were bad. And I only had to sit there once. So, you can imagine my amazement today as I attended to Kindergarten Graduation Ceremony here in Semine. My first surprise was right after I showed up and was gently chided for showing up in only a white shirt and necktie. I had not worn a suit jacket. It's Kindergarten. So, I had to borrow a jacket from the vice-principal of the Elementary in order to not look like a fool.

It began with each student coming out and bowing to the audience individually before moving to their seat. Next, the principal presented each kid with their diploma after which they received a small flower bouquet and then gave both of these to their mother. After each student had been called up, there were a couple of speeches. One from the principal. One from the head of the social center. And one from the mayor. Yes, the mayor. Then they called on all of the 'guests of honor' individually and each one said "Omedetou gozaimasu" which means "Congratulations" to which the students, of course, replies "Arigatou gozaimasu" which means "Thank you." That is, everyone except for me. It was getting almost comical how everyone was saying the same thing so I took the chance when I was called on (Yes, I was a 'guest of honor as well!) to say "Congratulations" in English. I quickly followed it with the Japanese version but the kids were already confused. Still, one little girl managed to get off a "Thank you" in English which got quite the reaction. I tried not to glow.

Then the kids sang us a couple songs and each spoke for a couple seconds about what they remember as something special from their time at Kindergarten. All in all it was a really nice ceremony and I can't help but feel almost ashamed. Maybe years and years from now when these kids finally get out of college they won't remember this day (of course there will be video if the group of fathers in the back with cameras is any indicator). Maybe I did have some little ceremony back when I was five and the memory has just faded away at this point. But even if something did happen, I know for a fact it wasn't as big a deal as what I saw today. And not as big as what I will be seeing soon. The JHS and Elementary graduation ceremonies are coming up soon.

The big thing here is of course the JHS ceremony. Since you have to test into high school here, most of the kids will be splitting up and going to different places. Heck, I went to the same college town as my best friends (I had to say 'college town' because some of those slackers never actually made it through the school part). Point being, we didn't split up until our 20s. These kids will be saying goodbye at age 14-15, on Saturday. I expect tears. Heck, I expect people other than me to cry too. I'm already feeling verklempt.

Wait, it's good?

Okay, so I've been watching a little bit of TV here. Recently I decided to revisit Star Trek: The Next Generation beginning with the earliest episodes I could find. I've watched a few of the earliest episodes in recent weeks and I have to say, they are pretty cheesy. Don't get me wrong, I loved The Next Generation and even watching it now, it's good stuff. It's just that, especially in the beginning, it was kind of silly at times. Even as the series progressed and really hit its stride it never left behind the sense of fun and humor that has always been a part of the Star Trek world. How many episodes of the original series ended with Kirk and Bones laughing while Spock raised an eyebrow?

Now, allow me to switch it up. Last year someone decided to bring back Battlestar Galactica, which was always one of my absolute favorite shows as a kid. As a general rule, I think that remakes are pretty much a bad idea. Just read my previous post about the Star Wars and E.T. Special Editions to see what I'm talking about. As I began to hear a little more about how they were going to change the show, I only got more frustrated. Starbuck and Boomer would now be women. Great. Now we can make it all sexy. And th Cylons? No longer aliens, but robots that man created which then turned on us because they think they can run things better. And now they have the ability to look just real humans. Hold on, didn't I see this years ago with Arnold Schwarzenegger? I was far from interested in seeing it.

But then I read a review on one of the few blogs I regularly visit and that guy talked it up pretty well so I finally decided to at least give it a shot. I watched the first episode.

That was all it took.

The new Battlestar Galactica is seriously good. I mean that in the sense that it's actually very good and in the sense that it is serious. This is why I mentions Star Trek: The Next Generation. As great as it was, it always maintained this sense of lighthearted comedy in the background, and this is something that nearly all science-fiction does. It's almost like an apology. "We know we're doing something a bit ridiculous so we'll admit it through the use of some quips and whatnot." But BSG doesn't do that. They've put these characters in a tight spot that would have to be treated with deadly seriousness if there were any hope to survive, so the characters treat it accordingly. It is incredibly different from the original, but if you want to see something just like the old show, then just watch that. The writing is good. The acting is good. The special effect are surprisingly good, and in fact better than what Lucas gave us in the last two Star Wars travesties, I mean movies.

I know this has nothing to do with Japan or really anything. But the fact is, the new BSG is great. Watch an episode from the first season of The Next Generation and then watch one from season 5 or 6. The quality difference is astounding. Now, check out BSG. This first season is as good as pretty much anything ST:TNG ever did. If it lasts and actually gets better, it has the potential to be one of the best sci-fi shows ever. This alone has probably sealed its doom, but that's all the more reason to watch.

So, check it out. I think this is actually a science fiction show that anyone could dig, regardless of whether or not they are as nerdy as me.

I am 20% Emo.

Okay... so I'm not emo at all.. I am probably not even goth, because goths are just messed up emo kids... I am probably a metal head... or into boy bands...

Take the
Emo Test
@ FualiDotCom

Yeah, that's what I figured. Not that there isn't any good Emo music (Wait, what is Emo again?) but just that all genres are primarily filled with formulaic garbage. That's what makes it a genre. The music is all easily recognizable as being a part of that genre, meaning it is formulaic and unoriginal. Which means it's boring.

But how did they know I'm into boy bands...

Me with my snowboarding gear 

He Just Doesn't Sound Like a Real Alien Now...

Guess I got burned out on this after that ridiculous Australia account. But, I'm back.

So, my 2nd grade students (who would be 8th graders in the USA) have finished their textbook early. The other teachers were shocked when I said that I don't actually remember ever finishing a textbook. I mean, what's wrong with us? Isn't the information at the end important? Isn't it the culmination of everything you've learned the whole year and thereby designed to set you up for the further learning you'll receive the next year? Yeah sure it is, but whatever. So I didn't learn about American History past Nixon until I was... oh wait, I had to do that on my own. Man, what is wrong with us?

Anyhow, point being that since we got done quickly, they thought it would be nice to reward the students by allowing them to watch an American movie which the textbook used to teach some grammar. "E.T. and Elliott become best friends." "It's the most moving science fiction movie." Yes, the superlative grammar point was taught by using E.T. so we are watching it now. But, the video tape they were able to rent is dubbed in Japanese which has been a pretty weird thing to watch. I haven't seen the movie in a long time, and to see it now in Japanese is definitely odd. "E.T. ouchi denwa" just doesn't seem as right as "E.T. phone home." You know what I mean?

But, and here's where I really go off on a tangent, this doesn't bother me. See, they rented a newer video tape which means this is the E.T. Special Edition that was released just a year or two ago. Usually I'm a fan of the Special Editions because it means cleaning up the video quality and, if it's a DVD, including cool stuff like Deleted Scenes and Commentary. But Spielberg decided to go the George Lucas Special Edition route which means actually altering the movie itself. Yes, he thought it would be better if he used some CGI effects to make E.T. more expressive. And while we're at it, we don't really want federal agents holding guns while the kids fly off in their bikes. Federal agents don't use guns! Especially not when kids are involved! So, let's change those to walkie talkies, which will look like they're sort of floating in the guys hands because they're not really there.

I hate this. I hated it when Lucas did it to Star Wars and I hate it in E.T. Lucas and Spielberg can spend all day thinking that these are their movies and that they can do whatever they want to with them, but they're wrong. These are NOT their movies. They're OURS. Star Wars didn't become a long-lasting cultural phenomenon because George Lucas willed it, it happened because millions of fans all over the world loved it and supported it. We loved the movies the way they were and we didn't feel like they needed to be changed. We loved E.T. back in 1982 and we never thought it didn't look good enough. If we had it wouldn't have been one of the world's most popular movies ever. This is the same kind of thinking that got Ted Turner to colorize movies which, if you'll notice, he doesn't do any more. I mean, why not change some other old movies? That scene at the end of Casablanca? Let's put some more panes around so it looks more like a real airfield. And Olivier's Hamlet? Let's digitally add in more buildings in the background so it really looks like ancient Denmark. And ooh, ooh, CGI blood spurting out whenever someone dies in The Seven Samurai. That would make it a better movie.

But, okay, Lucas and Spielberg are nutty and they want to "reward" us by giving us something new to look at. I can accept that. I saw the Star Wars Special Editions in the theater because I wanted to see the new stuff. Whatever. But what really pisses me off is the actual disdain they must have for the people who made these movies what they are. The fact that Lucas has said that he will never release the original versions of Star Wars on DVD is just that, disdain. Star Wars Special Edition wasn't a movie that got people everywhere playing with toys and dressing up like fools. That was Star Wars. And to tell us that we are not allowed to buy it is an insult. Release both versions and make more money! What's wrong with that? What, the guy who gave us Jar Jar Binks is somehow concerned about his artistic integrity? Who the hell are you kidding?

So, I will never buy Star Wars on DVD even though I would like to have it, because it's not really Star Wars. It's not the movie I grew up with and loved. And that should be my option. Instead, as a feeble attempt to lash out at the man I feel has betrayed me, I will download it and try to let others do the same thing from me. If he puts out the real movie I will buy it and immediately delete the Special Edition from my computer (because I'd never want to watch again anyhow). As for E.T., same deal. Don't take something people have loved for multiple generations, slap some crappy CGI in it, and then tell us it's better and we wouldn't want the original anyhow.

On the bright side, I understood nearly all of E.T. even though it was only in Japanese, which felt pretty good.

Australia Part Last

Okay, considering that I got back from this trip over a month ago it has just started to seem ridiculous that I am still talking about it. So, let's fly through the rest of this and get back to talking about things which are probably less interesting (I hope that's saying something) but are at least more recent.

Near the end of my time in Sydney I decided that I should do something a bit more touristy, and I also wanted to show my students kangaroos and koalas. So, the obvious choice was the Taronga Zoo. Now, you don't just go to the zoo, you go down to the Quays and take a ferry. So I took a few scenic shots on the way there, giving you a different view of the famous Opera House. Never thought I would take so many pictures of that thing, but then I didn't figure I would go there more than once.

Once at the zoo, I hit the Information Desk to get a map and the nice lady asked me if I was mostly interested in Australian animals. Of course I was so I got the map with all of the Australian animals highlighted so you can skip the boring stuff likes elephants and giraffes. Now, this zoo is pretty big so it was probably best that I just stuck to a few parts of it. And really zoos aren't that fun when you are by yourself. So, I took pictures of animals. That's really all you do at a zoo, so there's not much to tell you here. Go look at the pictures.

The next day was my last, so of course it was on this night that I met four more cool people to hang out with. Yeah, great. Where were you four a week ago huh? Well, it was a great time on my last night going out with a group of six instead of just two. Still, we went to the same places but it was fun.

Then it was up early and off to the airport. The flight, as before, was great but I had a bit of dread this time. Not because I didn't want to leave. Actually the one time I had a bit of homesickness during this trip I thought of Japan, not America. No, this dread was because of my layover. I was headed back to Taipei, but instead of a 3 hour layover I had a 20 hour layover. That's not a typo. You can imagine that I was not looking forward to camping out in an airport for 20 hours. But then, when I got to Taipei they herded all of us into some room and split us into those who had an overnight layover and those (the other 4 people) who didn't. Those of us who were there overnight *gasp* got put up in a hotel for free! And not just a hotel, a country club! And they gave us breakfast for free too! Yay! So, instead of sleeping in a plastic chair I got a nice bed with a shower and TV and everything. Too bad I checked my baggage which had all of my clothes...

The one amusing thing that happened here was that I decided to check out the mini-fridge and possibly have a beer. Now, I know there is such a thing as Taiwan Beer because I had some on the plane. But what did I find when I opened that fridge? Asahi Super Dry. Japanese beer. The same stuff I usually drink here.

Then it was off to the airport and off to Japan. I took the train from Narita to Tokyo, then took the subway to Shinjuku (which is part of Tokyo) and then took the 6 hour overnight bus back to Sendai. I had to wait for this bus so I got to take some pictures of the Illumination Circus there, which was cool. Then in Sendai I caught the first train at 6:30 AM to get to my town. I stepped out of the station to see the little town of Semine which I have come to totally think of as home. It was covered in snow. It was beautiful. It was ridiculously cold. I woke up the next day sick. Ahhhh, back in Japan....

Australia Part 6

After a few a couple days hitting various establishments in Sydney which coincidentally sold beer, it became New Year's Eve. Scott and I had asked a few locals (only a few, because it's surprisingly hard to find an Australian in Sydney near New Years) and the consensus was that we should go wherever we were going early. Really early. With no real plan we eventually decided on the most obvious spot in the city: the Opera House. With a great view of the harbor and of course the Harbor Bridge how could we go wrong?

So, we headed down there after having some breakfast/lunch on New Year's Eve to see how crowded it was getting and there were already a couple hundred people settled in. This was at about noon. We found a good spot with a light pole to lean against and laid out our blanket, preparing for the wait. Didn't really think this through and after about an hour of simply sitting there in the scorching heat of the midday Sydney sun we began to realize how poorly we had planned for this. Now, because so many people go there at New Year's they close off the gates once it gets too full. Residents of Sydney can get special passes allowing them in even once the gates are closed, but for those of us visiting we just have to get there early and stay there. Still, by 1 PM I was willing to risk it. I left Scott to guard our spot and headed to a nearby convenience store where I grabbed some bottled water, a deck of cards, and some sunblock. The sunblock was ludicrously expensive but was probably the most important thing I bought. SPF 20 and we slathered it on repeatedly and I STILL got people noticing how much sun I got over a week later when I got back to Japan. And it was all from this day.

So, it's maybe 1 - 1:30 PM. The sun doesn't set until after 8 PM. There was a small fireworks show at 9:30 for the kiddies and then the big one at midnight. So we sat there and played cards. And played cards. We invented a game. It sucked. But we still played it a few times. I taught him, like, 4 card games. We played Go Fish for crying out loud. I mean, you almost looked forward to needing to use the toilet even though you'd have to wait in line because it meant doing SOMETHING.

Around 6 or 7 we began to notice people gathering on the 2nd story terrace of the Opera House. This turned out to be a wedding ceremony. Can you imagine having your wedding on New Year's Eve in Sydney in front of about 3000 people? Well, someone did. Seemed like a nice ceremony too. When the groom kissed the bride people cheered and clapped. Hope it made him feel good because I'm guessing someone paid a pretty penny for that.

Sometime after 11 PM some Australian woman introduced herself to us. She seemed nice and had apparently taken a liking to Scott. However, when it turned out she had had her eye on us for several hours ("Did you enjoy your card game? Man, you sure seemed to win more than him!") we were a little weirded out. Still, she was nice. Her British friend came over to distract me so the Aussie could chat up Scott. Of course, the Brit started making claims about how great the fireworks were going to be and how they would outdo anything we could do in America and I could just forget about Disney and blah blah blah.

So, midnight comes and the fireworks go off and they're great and all. I mean, I've seen some pretty spectacular fireworks shows and to be honest the ones they do in Disneyworld are pretty awesome. And they do those every single day. There was this big silver ball on the bridge and we had been waiting all day (ALL DAY!) to see what it would do. It went down a little bit. That was it. Turned out it hadn't worked. It was supposed to spin around and shoot off more fireworks or something but it didn't work. So, after all was said and done and it was obvious that it hadn't worked right I couldn't help but turn to the Brit and say, "You know, in America, our balls work." I know, I know, but how often do you have a setup like that? Huh?

Then it was off to a bar for a few drinks. Actually just one. The sun had sapped our strength over the course of those 8 hours and we weren't prepared for any real partying. So, we headed somewhere which had a live band. They played (you guessed it) cover songs of American rock music. I mean, these guys did Sweet Home Alabama. Then, near the end of the set, the singer starts wishing people a Happy New Year. "Happy New Year to the Australians! Happy New Year to the Brits! Happy New Year to New Zealanders!" He did several countries but there was one country conspicuously missing. Can you guess which one?

Then it was off to bed and back to my lunch-movie-dinner-bar hopping schedule.

Australia Part 5

Having heard so much about the fantastic Darling Harbour, Scott and I decided to head over there while the sun was still up and check it out. Neither of us was really interested in visiting the Aquarium, having been to a few in other places. I mean, I went scuba diving off the Florida keys and had a pair of nurse sharks swim within a couple yards of me shortly after being stalked by a barracuda. Seeing some fish behind glass isn't all that exciting now. And if we weren't interested in the aquarium, you should have seen how long it took us to decide that we weren't going to the National Maritime Museum. I'm not sure stopwatches can record time that short. Oddly enough, all of the ads I saw for the National Maritime Museum seemed to be aimed at kids. That makes sense. You know how much kids love maritime related stuff. I couldn't tell you how many kids I have heard say, "Oh, golly, if only there was more maritime related stuff in my day." Right.

Otherwise, Darling Harbour appeared to be restaurants and sports bars. There was some shopping, but since I wasn't looking for clothing or jewelry (although there was this really nice diamond necklace...) I didn't see much there. And that was it. We grabbed some food, and although my burger was pretty decent Scott didn't eat his chicken because it was smothered in cheese. This was when I found out he didn't eat cheese. Who knew there were people who are not lactose intolerant and yet still don't eat cheese? Huh.

So, we came back that night to see how the night life was in Darling Harbour since it was supposed to be a highlight of Sydney. It wasn't. Not a whole lot going on there. So, after a couple drinks we headed off in the general direction of Chinatown, which is pretty small (at least compared to New York and San Francisco) and was mostly closed. Still we had a beer at a British Pub. In Chinatown. Because that makes sense.

Then we headed back in the general direction of our hostel. In order to do this we had to head to the aforementioned George St. and right when we reached it we saw what looked like a reasonably hopping place across the street. This place was Scruffy Murphy's, which as it turns out is something of a chain. The important thing was that it seemed lively. We headed in to discover that they have a live band every night. A live cover band. Who plays American music. Because, other than the British, we make the best music in the world. We also make the worst music in the world though, so don't start feeling too patriotic just yet. Anyhow, this was one of my favorite places in Sydney. Not overly clean, but the music was familiar and mostly good. And it was crowded which was something we hadn't really found up to that point.

And we would be back. Oh yes, we would...

Australia Part 4

Because all of my money was in Traveler's Cheques I had to break them at the rate of about one every day. Now, as I had understood it based on my own lack of experience, hearsay, and stuff that I just made up in my head, you can use a Traveler's Cheque at any store. This, at least in Sydney, is not true at all. Only larger stores, hotels, and whatnot will take them. Fortunately, there was a Woolworth's not far from where I was staying, which was actually between me and anything I would want to do anyhow.

And here's where we begin to discuss my vacationing pattern.

I would wake up early. You know, 12:00-12:30 in the afternoon. Shower. Get presentable. Head to Woolworth's. Buy something. Anything. I mean, you have to buy something in order to break a Traveler's Cheque but it can be anything. For the most part I didn't really need anything but I had to buy a little something everyday. Gum. Razors. A pen. Something. Then, I would head to SubWay for breakfast/lunch. I worked at a SubWay for a long time back in Gainesville and I thought I had gotten sick of it, but it really is pretty good for fast food. And more importantly they don't have them in Japan so I enjoyed it while I could. Then I would swing by the theater and see what was showing and at what times. A little wandering and then it was back to the theater. It cost a little over $15 to see a movie in Sydney, which would be about $11.25 US. Not cheap, but it's tough to catch American movies in Japan at all where I am so I saw everything I could. Blade:Trinity, Ocean's Twelve, The Incredibles, Meet the Fockers, Saw, and I Heart Huckabees. On a short side note, if you do not see I Heart Huckabees when it comes to video you are doing yourself a great disservice as this is probably the best movie I have seen in a LONG time.
Then it was back to the hostel to bum around a bit more until I found Scott. We would make our plans for the night.
"So, uh, you wanna grab a bite to eat?"
"Yeah, sure. Maybe get a drink after that."
"Cool."
After a few days it became a joke to us.
"Hmmm, let me check my schedule and get back to you."
"Well, I don't normally drink... But since I'm on vacation maybe just one beer..."

Anywho, he would hit the showers and then we would meet up again. Apparently, living in the desert has created in him the habit of showering at least twice a day. Then, we would find somewhere to eat, which was often a pub. Then, we would check out places on George St. This is, in my opinion, where all the good places in Sydney are. We also hit The Rocks (previously mentioned) as well as Darling Harbour. Both of those, according to the little free tourist books I picked up in the airport, are supposed to be the two best places to go. But having been there early on, and then heading to George St., we quickly gave up on going anywhere else.

There are a lot of great bars and clubs on George St., but we didn't find the good ones until we went somewhere else...

Australia Part 3

So, after a relaxing day wandering around Sydney, still experiencing an almost dream-like state, I finally headed back to the hostel about 6 in the evening. Here in northern Japan it starts getting dark about half past four, and by 5 PM it's like night. A little different from Florida, but in Sydney it doesn't get dark until after 8 PM so that was a little hard to get used to. I mean, it would be evening, EVENING, and it still looked like day. I kept thinking, "Oh, the sun is still up so it must be reasonably early," but it was actually 7 at night.
Anyhow, I popped into my room to drop off my camera and bum around, and who knows? Well, the other guy in the room (whose bag was previously mentioned) was there, so we said hello and introduced ourselves. I still find this amusing. His name is Scott and he's British, actually from London. However, he lives in the Middle East, in Oman, where he is teaching the Omanni (sp?) people how to maintain helicopters. Don't hear that everyday. Anyhow, the amusing bit is that he's British, but he lives in Oman whereas I'm American but I live in Japan. So rather than just having two cultures to discuss, we spent the next several days comparing and contrasting four different countries. Pretty fun. Apparently, and there's no joke here, there really are a bunch of camels just wandering around there. They don't actually belong to anyone, they're just wild. However, should one get killed (for example, hit by a car) someone will claim it was their camel and try to get money out of the person who killed it, especially if that person is a foreigner. He told one story where a camel apparently slipped and fell from a cliff, onto a car below. It completely destroyed the car, and of course also died in the process. Someone tried to claim that it had been their camel in order to get money out of the guy whose car had just been totaled, but that obviously didn't go anywhere. The part that I was extra surprised at, was that the guy was IN the car at the time. He was driving it, it wasn't parked, and he apparently walked away without a scratch. Just picture that whole thing from the perspective of the guy in the car behind him. Good stuff.

Okay, so Scott and I became fast friends, partly because we both had this experience of living and working in a country with a significantly different culture (although as far as how different it is, he definitely trumps me), but also because we were traveling alone and wanted someone to hang out with. We headed out to get something to eat and perhaps hit a bar or two. And thus, a pattern emerged. You see, from that day forward, every day in Sydney for me would involve coming back to the hostel from wherever at about 6-7 PM, meeting up with Scott, eating, and then hitting a couple bars. Sounds boring right? Man, it was great.

Sorry, there I go again. So, in Japan, you can usually only get Japanese beer, of which there are really only three: Kirin, Sapporo, and Asahi. There's also Yebisu but that's made by Sapporo. That's about it. I went to a foreign foods store that also had Guinness, Bass, and Budweiser (although why anyone would choose to drink Bud is beyond me) and there's an Irish pub in Sendai that serves Guinness. But seriously, that's about it. And although Japanese beer is decent, it doesn't have much body, and you just don't see anything even slightly dark here. So, I was excited to get some serious beer from a country that takes it seriously, and man does Australia take it seriously. You have probably heard of Foster's because of their delightfully funny commercials. Well, I didn't see Foster's anywhere in Sydney. Not in bars, stores, not even an ad. The two most popular beers in Sydney are Victoria Bitters (VB) and Toohey's New. But most places also carry Stella Artois, which Scott told me is the most popular lager in England. He also warned me that although it isn't a higher percentage than any other beer it has some kind of magical power where it just wipes people out. This, of course, sounded silly to me. And it being my first real night of vacation I decided to have a few. We actually hit several bars, even heading down to The Rocks which was supposed to be where all the nightlife was It wasn't particularly hopping so we managed to go full circle and come back to the sports bar where we had eaten dinner at the beginning, and have another Stella. At some point, I realized I was drunk, and needed to go to sleep. So, I told this to Scott and headed out. Apparently he said he was nearly ready to go himself but I was intent on going to bed. So, I walked back to the hostel which wasn't too far, because it really was a pretty good location, and for the first time I had to use the key for the front door. During the day the door is open so I hadn't needed it before, and therefore I hadn't known that it was ridiculously hard to use even in the best conditions. Put me there with a few pints of Stella in me and I couldn't work it at all. So, I sat down on the sidewalk to wait for Scott. I suppose I could have walked back to the bar to find him, but this just seemed like a better idea. Fortunately he was only 5-10 minutes behind me so it wasn't long before he got there and woke me up...
Ahem...
This was also my first night sleeping on the hostel bed. It was by far the best night of sleep I got the whole time, most likely because I was so tired. Those beds sucked. Still, this was vacation.

Australia Part 2

So, I have to admit that from here on in may not be that exciting to read because I relatively quickly got into a pattern which, although great fun for me, doesn't necessarily make fascinating prose.

Anyhow, I got off the plane in Sydney at about 9 in the morning, and headed through customs and immigration. I picked up my bag with no trouble and headed to the information desk for some information. I asked if they just booked hotels or if they could help me find a hostel as well. I had decided to stay at a hostel because it would cost so much less, thereby saving enough money to hopefully be able to head up to Cairns for some scuba. Well, the lady pointed me to a wall of brochures and booklets. You know those lighted boards with phones you find at airports where there is a picture of different hotels and the phone only dials those hotels? Well, there were a couple of those for hostels in the Sydney airport and I quickly spotted the ad for the hostels I had found through the internet. The rooms, as I remembered, were only about $15 dollars per night if you stayed in a dorm room, and considering the Australian dollar is only worth about $0.75, even with the weak dollar we have now in the States, that's pretty cheap. I rang them up and they were kind enough to inform me that they only had rooms for the next two nights, unless I wanted to stay for ten nights.

Now, think about that. They ONLY had rooms for the next two nights, or the next ten nights. How does that work? Oh, and if you chose the ten night deal you got the super special New Year's Price of $350 for ten nights! Look above and compare that to the price I found online. Yeah, it's their New Year's rate! So many people come to Sydney for New Years that they have no trouble renting out every possible bed in the place at a higher rate than normal. Well, I needed a place to stay so I decided to do the ten night New Year's deal thinking I might still be able to swing the scuba if I was a little more thrifty for a couple days. Heck, this place had a kitchen so maybe I could make my own food a couple of nights. Who knows?

So, they sent a shuttle to pick me up, I finally arrived, checked in, and headed to my room. It was cozy, and by cozy I mean extremely hot with four bunk beds in it, two on each side of the room. There was a fan that seemed to be cooling the area directly in front of it for about 7 inches, and a wide corridor between the beds that was at least two and a half feet wide. A window in the wall opposite the door looked out upon some buildings and as I walked to it I felt pretty good. This was a kind of adventure after all.

Even though there were a total of eight beds in the room, only one of them had any belongings on it. I chose a bottom bunk near the window, opposite the bed my only roommate had chosen, probably for the same reasons. Then I headed out for a walk. This was where I did most of my sightseeing in Sydney, the very first day. I have, of course, tossed the photos I took that day up on the photo site, so here's a bit of an explanation.

You will see the Anzac Memorial, which is a war memorial that I believe honors Australian soldiers who gave their lives in France. Treasure these pictures since, as you may be able to read on the sign, you are not allowed to take pictures in the memorial without specific permission. So, I was only able to snap a few before I was told to stop.
Then, you'll see a statue of a kangaroo and an emu. This was on the outside of a building. That's it. I never even figured out what the building was. But it looked cool...
I also strolled through the Royal Botanic Gardens which are right next to the Sydney Opera House. I was surprised to see dozens of bats actively out in the middle of the day, and I got at least one decent action shot here. I read a sign explaining that as cool as the bats are, they are apparently damaging the trees, so the park service there is currently trying to convince them to leave nicely. There were no details as to how they are doing this.
Since I was right there, I also walked around the Sydney Opera House and took some shots of that. I know it looks big in pictures, but in real life it's HUGE. And it sits right on the harbor so I got some pics of that, including the Harbor Bridge, which is nicknamed the 'coat hanger' because it kind of looks like a coat hanger. I guess no one bothered to explain to the Australians that it looks like a hundred other bridges and that any number of cities around the world would therefore be justified in using the same nickname if they were so inclined, which they likely would not be since there are so many bridges that look like that. But whatever.

There's also a bar and grill right there on the harbor, which gave me a chance to relax and drink a nice, cold beer while looking out over the water as the warm summer sun beat down upon me. As I watched the boats float past and reveled in the 35 degree (Celsius) temperature, I though about how cold it must be in Japan at that moment and realized that THIS is what vacation is all about.

Australia Part 1

The plan was pretty simple. I was to wake up early on December 24th, Christmas Eve, and begin the trip to the Tokyo Airport. Not really a problem. I would be getting up at the same time I always get up to go to work. Now, I did stay up a little late getting ready, and by a little I mean about 3:30AM. Still, I could sleep on the train and the plane.

Five months ago when I had to buy a new alarm clock here (because mine was losing time rapidly due to the fact that the voltage is slightly off from America) I knew it was a bad idea to get a battery operated one, but that was all they had. I knew that one day that battery would die on me and mess things up. What I didn't know was that before the battery died it would just get low enough that the alarm wouldn't wake up an insomniac, and that this would happen to me on the day I needed to get up early and catch a plane. So, instead of getting up at 7:30, I awoke at 11:30. Still, my flight was at 4:30 and I figured I could get to Tokyo in just over three hours so it might be possible.

Well, the train from my town to Sendai didn't come for over 20 minutes. Next, I took the Shinkansen (better known as the Bullet Train in English) from Sendai to Tokyo. Depending on which one you take it can be anywhere from just under two hours to just over two and a half hours from Sendai to Tokyo. I took the next one, which was the slowest one. Then, I hopped on the Subway to go to Narita Airport from Tokyo Station. Heck, I took the Rapid Service subway to the airport. From Tokyo Station to Narita Airport was a measly 1 hour 45 minutes. I should have remembered this from when I came to Japan I guess. Of course, that was 5 months ago, I was horribly jetlagged, and I was so excited time actually ceased to have meaning. Plus, I didn't have anywhere to be back then. So, yeah, I forgot that the Tokyo Airport is actually not in Tokyo at all, it's in Narita nearly two hours away. So, with all the waiting in between and walking and whatnot I didn't get to the desk until 5:30, an hour after my plane had left. I had to wander around the airport talking to various people for a while, even making phone calls to my travel agent back in Sendai a couple times. I have never been more glad that I own a cell phone nor so glad that I can speak Japanese. Otherwise, it would have been an even bigger mess.

Well, because I wanted to fly cheaper I went by China Airlines and they don't fly to Australia everyday. So, they moved me to the next flight at no charge, but the next flight was on the 26th. So, lucky me, I got to start my vacation by spending two nights in a hotel in Narita, a city best known for having an airport and some hotels. The hotel had CNN which was one thing. But, did you know that if you watch CNN long enough it repeats? Yeah, it does.

Finally, I had passed my time in Narita and headed back to the airport, early this time. At this point, it was time to exchange my yen for Australian money. According to the board it was about 89 yen to the Australian dollar if you got cash, or 80 yen to the dollar if you got Traveler's Cheques. So, of course I got Traveler's Cheques. Trust me, this little detail will come up again.
I had no troubles getting to my gate and getting on board my plane this time. In fact, China Airlines is really nice. We had a little TV in the chair in front of us with movies and TV on demand. The food was good, the service was good, the beer was good. I was very pleased to finally be flying. A few hours later we landed in Taipei for about a 3 hour layover. I exchanged a little money for Chinese money (sadly I'm not sure what it's called by I think it mon) and had a bite to eat. All in all, the Chiang Kai-Shek International Airport seemed pretty rundown and unimpressive to me. I snapped a couple shots while I was here which I thought were interesting. One because I was just barely surprised to see a Christmas Tree, and the other because... well, that one is self-explanatory.

Next it was back on the plane for about 7 hours until, at last, I was in Sydney, Australia. Two days late and 1200 yen poorer (because of the hotel) than I had planned but I was here...

Australia: Prologue

So, this is the beginning of my somewhat lengthy recounting of my vacation in Australia. As a forewarning, it is not as exciting as it should have or could have been. But I had a good time and I think there are at least a couple of interesting anecdotes buried in here. Considering that this is about going to Australia in their summer (which, of course, involved a lot of sweating and a little sunburn), it is somewhat ironic that it begins with, ends with, and even in the middle involves snow. But, you'll just have to wait and see what I mean by most of that.

The reason today's post is called the 'prologue' is because... it's a prologue. This takes place before the trip to Australia even happened. I would have written about it before if I had been busy, you know, going to Australia.
What I'm talking about today is the Semine Junior High School Bounenkai, which roughly translates to the "Forget the Year Party." See, at the end of the year they have the bounenkai to look back and thank everyone for their hard work (and drink). Then, after the new year they have the Shinnenkai (New Year Party) where they look ahead and thank everyone for the hard work to come (and drink). New Year's Eve itself is basically a family holiday, reminiscent of how we do Christmas. The family gathers, eats traditional foods, visits a shrine to wish for a good year, and often try to see in the first sunrise. Now, I know what you're thinking right now, "Hey, why don't WE have two parties at New Year!" I simply don't know what to tell you.

Anyhow, December 22nd was the Junior High Bounenkai. This was the last day of school, a Wednesday, and the next day was a holiday. So, after school everyone got prepared and then headed a couple of towns over (actually into a different prefecture, the equivalent of leaving the state) to a ryokan, after driving through a light snow. This is a Japanese hotel, which is actually pretty different from a Western hotel, which is why they use a different word for the two. I got a ride with one of the other English teachers and took a change of clothes with me. This would be an overnight trip.

The really interesting thing here is that this wasn't just a ryokan, it was an onsen. Because Japan is an island nation born from volcanoes there are lots and lots of hot springs all over the place, and that's what an onsen is. The basic idea is that you go to the hotel, relax in the hot spring bath, have a party, sleep, wake up, relax in the hot spring bath again, have breakfast, and head home feeling much better.

Now, entering an onsen is done the same way as you take a bath at home here. Basically, you shower first, becoming totally clean, before you ever get in the bath. This goes way back when the whole family would share the bathwater so they didn't want to make it dirty. Now, they still share the bathwater in nearly all households, but instead of using a bucket of water they actually shower beforehand. The bath is for relaxing and warming up, not for getting clean. The onsen is the same thing.

So, after I arrived at the ryokan, traded my shoes for a pair of slippers (like a coat check), and saw the room four of us would be sharing, one of the other teachers suggested we get a quick dip in the onsen before the party started. Apparently most of the teachers were doing the same thing, at least those who weren't preparing for the party itself. So, Sakino sensei (the music teacher) and I changed into the handy robes provided for us. You take off your pants and socks, but just throw it on over everything else. Then we got on our slippers and headed for the baths. You enter the preparation room where you, well, prepare. In other words, you get completely naked. Even the slippers come off and all you have is a hand towel to cover yourself with. Then, you walk into the bath room (not the bathroom) where you have to shower. So, you pick a spot from the wall of showers and sit down on this tiiiiny little stool which couldn't have been more than 6-7 inches off the ground. These are not shower stalls. There are no walls in between them. Everyone sits down and cleans themselves thoroughly. Shampoo and soap is provided and there's a bucket there to help you rinse the hand towel out (since it has now become you washcloth as well). Once you're all done you walk over and step into the actual onsen itself.

Now, I expected all of this. I knew what an onsen was and I knew what I was getting into. Your butt may be as bare as the day you were born, but judicious use of the towel can prevent anything more personal from being revealed. I also knew that there are a lot of different types of onsens in the country, and only a few of them use 100% onsen water. Most of them mix in hot tap water, and they have to tell you what percentage they use. Because they are considered such a big part of the culture there are several laws concerning this. Sometimes they are outdoors, sometimes they are tiled, sometimes they are little more than a mudhole filled with really hot water (although this type is apparently not that common, you do still have to clean thoroughly before getting in). I was prepared mentally for stripping down, showering, and getting into the bath with nothing more than a hand towel to preserve my dignity. What I had never bothered to consider was that the water might be crystal clear. And it was.

Admittedly, I barely hesitated and just decided to relax but it was a surprise when I realized that the towel was coming off and the only thing taking its place would be some calm, clear water. However, the bath was pretty nice and I did it again the next day.

After the first dip we headed back to the room to get re-dressed and head to the party. This was a blast because all of the teachers really chill out and have a great time. And since everyone is spending the night, there's no reason not to drink. A couple of people simply DO NOT drink so they still didn't, but the rest of us knocked back a couple of liters. Actually, in Japan you don't pour your own drink. You keep an eye on the drinks of those around you and you especially try to top everyone off at least once. This means it's nearly impossible to keep track of how much you've had to drink. So, I don't know how much I had. But it was fun.

One of the things they did at the party was to Top Ten News Stories of the year from our Junior High school. These were culled from suggestions from the whole staff and were interesting. A scroll would be unrolled with a hint, and then if not one could guess it they would give a more detailed hint. For example, one hint was about someone caring a lot. Apparently our principal hand writes every single student a New Year's card which is, understandably, nearly unheard of. One of the news stories was about me, and I felt pretty silly since I had no idea what it was. It turned out that most of the teachers are impressed because I study Japanese harder than the students.

So, after that was the bingo game (somehow I am terrible at bingo which makes no sense since it's totally random) during which I won a video. Everyone bought a cheap, possibly gag, gift for this part. Well, you know those cheap Disney knockoffs you see in Wal-Mart? Imagine that in Japanese. It's Cinderella and Aladdin. I find it hilarious that I'm the one who got the Japanese children's video, and that was random too.

Afterwards we had a sort of guys-after-party. I assume the women did the same thing, but all of the men gathered in our room and drank some more and chatted. The next day we had another dip in the onsen and had a nice breakfast before gathering or stuff and trading our slippers back in for our street shoes. I said good-bye to everyone except Shida sensei (since he was driving me home) knowing that the next time I saw them, I would have returned from Australia. It was at this point that I realized it had snowed the entire time we had been there. The ground was covered with at least an inch of snow and it was undeniably winter.

Time to go to Australia...