A lot, in a little time.
Actually, not really. Maybe. Perhaps.
Quick update. I have seen Matrix Reloaded and X Men-2. I visited Beppu again. It is starting to get hot and humid. My Japanese skills are coming along goodly. I’ve started taking serious quantities of photos as well, of just about anything.
To the right you will see some apartment blocks near where I live. These are typical of Japan. They aren’t my block, oddly I forgot to take a snap of it. Maybe sometime in the future.
Hopefully, that lovely pile of gibberish you see above is my standard Japanese phrase. In romanji it’s watashi wa zenzen nihongo wakarimasen which means I do not understand Japanese at all. It seems to confuse the natives no end.
I went to Beppu for a long weekend. It was smelly, as before. I saw an old friend, had a few hot baths, played Pachinko and lost money. I also drank too much, which is really a Japanese pastime much like Pachinko.
This week a friend from Australia will be dropping by, on her way back to the UK. She’ll be here for about 13 days, so we’ll go and see Mt Aso the volcano and some other places (maybe Beppu.)
I’ve been spending most of my spare time reading, avoiding the heat and doing Japanese study. It is hard trying to learn a language where the word for fart (onara) sounds very close to that of honourable woman (onnarashi) and asking for the bill (kanjou onegai shimasu) can sound like asking for an enema (kanchou onegai shimasu.) There are different words for the act of vomiting and the actual liquid chunder in the state expulsion. And no, it’s not mine.
I could write about the nature and existence of things, of the mind bending books I’ve read recently. Which I may do soon. But generally it’s been drinking beer with friends, eating dinner with friends, cooking, sleeping and playing pool. And chunder.
One should never try and beat the barmaid at pool, it’s bad karma.
I sometimes wonder why I played Pachinko at all. My total aversion to playing any game of chance unless I know I can win seems to have been drowned out by the total immersion of the Pachinko parlour. Winning doesn’t always mean financial winnings, as well. Alex Kerr in his book Lost Japan described playing Pachinko as being in a zen like state. Much like the pokies back home, I can see this. But with Pachinko there is an element of skill involved. A student described how a friend of his is a professional Pachinko player. He wins between 300,000yen and 1,000,000yen a month, and that if he changed to another parlour he’d have to retrain himself on the machines, even though they are the same themed game.
How do you explain straw to someone who has never seen a field of wheat?
I have been getting into the grove of working better. Most weekends I go and ride my bike somewhere local, like Marinoa City which is a lot like Cockle Bay Warf but with more shops, and the world’s 2nd largest Ferris Wheel. Damn those Brits and their Eye of London!
There is, it should be said, certain factors within society that makes sure that there is an equilibrium. A balance between all that happens. But an oyster doesn’t make a pearl because it wants to, but because it gets pissed off at something annoying it.