Okay, I've been a Wii—er, wee bit quiet recently. Here's a little something to bring you up to date:
Saturday
I attended a concert organized by the
Okazaki International Association and held at the
Okazaki Civic Center. The performers were as follows: a piano and clarinet duo; two Yamasa students, Gabrielle and Noriko, on piano and guitar, respectively; a harmonica expert with his wife on piano; and a pianist. Gabrielle and Noriko (who sang as well) did very well. I was pretty impressed with them. The song that Gabrielle composed was quite beautiful.
The absolute highlight, though, was the harmonica player. This guy was amazing. He was a Japanese guy but he had lived in America for some time and spoke excellent English and wasn't going back and forth between English and Japanese the whole time. He brought along about a dozen harmonicas, which were set on a little table right beside him. He played many interesting songs of varying natures and could make his harmonica sound like a violin or a mandolin and spent most of the time playing two harmonicas at once and, at various times, played two at a time from a set of three to five, switching several times during the song.
As I sat there watching him, one word to describe this popped into my head and, even now, it's the only word that I can think of to accurately describe his performance: he was
pimp. Now, that's not how I generally express myself and I'm not sure that there is precedent for using that word as an adjective like that. Yet ... that gentleman and his performance were straight-up pimp. Awesome.
The lady after him was just as engaging, I felt, though others disagreed. She played the piano and sang. Her performance and her music was very much in the style of musicals, so of course I rather ate it up. Her voice was very strong. I liked her songs a lot.
So after the performances, we were crammed into a small room for after-concert snacks and conversation. It was ridiculously crowded in there. There was a long series of tables taking up most of the room, and as people took food, they stood in front of the tables as they ate, blocking others from the food. Man, that was the most annoying thing. That, and I didn't feel like speaking Japanese that evening. I was in one of my unsociable moods. And of course, I was forced to speak to the musicians. Like I had much to say to them. "This is Jonathan. His Japanese is very good" was how I was introduced, but it sure wasn't that night. It was embarrassing and frustrating.
I decided to leave with Brian, Yo, and schoolmate Chin. But I lingered around a bit too far and ended up being trapped as a guitarist introduced himself, rather making my exit a bit difficult, since I was standing very near him. By the time he was done, I found that those three had already left me behind and headed for home. Cold, man. So I sat outside for a new minutes wondering what to do. Ultimately, I decided to head back inside and stick around.
Best decision of the night.
I got back inside and spoke a bit with one of the younger Japanese folks that I kind of know, and that helped me relax a fair amount. Soon thereafter, the party started wrapping up and I helped rearrange the room into its standard conference room appearance. I got a lot of leftover food—ham, crackers, orange juice, lettuce, rice, and more. Sweet.
After that, we went to karaoke. Watanabe-san and I finally got to sing Noriko Sakai's "Aoi Usagi" together. I sang a variety of songs, from Madonna (not my selection, but I joined in) to MISIA to Kohmi Hirose (I think she's my favorite singer) to "Friend Like Me" from
Aladdin (if you know me, you know that I put my heart into that one, and my performance was very well regarded, I'll have you know). It was quite good.
Sunday
Nothing. I chatted with my friends back home, including Shark Bait, who needs to know her face more often. It rather breaks one's hearts not to be able to play on the Wii together with them. Of course,
Twilight Princess isn't exactly a party game. But watching my friend Eien Kunan play games is always entertaining.
I also saw my first Go and sumo programs. But I wrote about that, didn't I?
Monday
Yesterday evening, my class, including four of our five sensei, got together for dinner at Festa Garden, a buffet restaurant in Aeon that I ate at once at the end of my first term here with M class. In terms of seating, we were essentially broken up into two groups. I was lucky enough to be seated with the ever cute Kaku to my left and highly adorable Takikawa-sensei to my right. Unfortunately,
the view to the front was less than appetizing, but you can't have everything, I suppose. Only Asama-sensei and classmate Attila didn't make it.
Speaking of Takikawa-sensei, I have to relate one story. During dinner, we began talking about Halloween costumes and little green men, mainly in bad Japanese, of course. (This conversation was comedy gold, by the way.) Daphne and I start talking about costumes and I start a sentence by saying that Halloween is a day on which you people don't wear normal clothes. Takikawa-sensei whips toward me with this look of surprise and mild horror. "You don't wear clothes?!" she asks incredulously. She asks this with such earnestness and Takikawa-ness that the humor value is multiplied a good two- or three-fold. Daphne's all like, "I don't know about your
Houston Halloweens, but things are a bit different in California." Poor Takikawa-sensei is just falling apart from laughter (as am I) and probably embarrassment as well. If you know Takikawa-sensei, you know what a priceless moment this was.
Everyone's been going on about how I'm from space too. (I think it's a ruse by schoolmate Ultraman Tik Ka, who actually
is from space.) By the way, if you look up the word for alien in some electronic dictionaries, the definition is "alien; little green men."
Update: Also, I accompanied Kaku to get her bike and we returned to the nearby bike area to find that everyone had already left ahead of us. Well, fine! Kaku and I enjoyed a nice ride back and even stopped at Seiyu for a bit of shopping. After escorting her home, I too went home.
By the way, I felt very good all day Monday. That hasn't happened for a while. Usually I burn out by the end of the school day, but I actually felt better and better as the day went.
Today
Well, today was a pretty good day. I woke up at 8:48 this morning and still managed to make it to class on time. I'm so awesome. I was helped out by the fact that we met in the first-floor library instead of our fourth-floor classroom. This was because we had our first speaking test today. I wasn't all too worried about—in part because I'm worrying a lot less about tests recently (due to their lack of meaning in the big scheme of things and accurate skill-measuring capacities) and in part because speaking tests aren't a big part of our grade anyway—and managed to do fairly well, I think. Good enough for me, at least.
So ... that's about it.
(Except to say that I want a fiber drink.)