Saturday, April 17, 2010

Yes they fit nicely, but how do they taste?


From a local shoe shop - This is the same Pepsi that makes soft drinks...and unbeknown to what I suspect is the overwhelming majority of readers (All four of you...thank you google analytics) - they also make shoes. Price? 1,500 yen (about $16) and small piece of your dignity.

No word yet on whether they use real sugar or corn syrup.

My guess is the secret ingredient is sweatshop labor.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Season's Eatings

Bad pun...sorry

Anyhow, food in Japan is very closely tied to the seasons. Certain foods, fruits, and vegetables are closely tied to certain months or seasons. Late April/Early May is takenoko season (竹の子) - lit. child of bamboo, which is bamboo root. (the yellow part - not the green which is wakame)


It has a slightly crunchy texture - you may have had it if you ever ate proper ramen - a small piece of bamboo is usually part of the garnish. Otherwise it is similar in texture to a slightly boiled carrot.

Regardless (or irregardless if you are a moron) it is absolutely divine. Those in SF can surely find it somewhere on Clement or Irving St. and it has a very slightly sweet taste.

As for the dark green wakame - it is a seaweed, but rather different from the nori you find wrapped around sushi, or the konbu used to flavor soups and stews - it is as slimy as it looks and though I like it, most of my affinity comes from the fact that anything that dark green and resembling pond scum must truly be healthy (it is).

Eat up!

(Update - It has a sweet taste because it is boiled with a bit of sugar - duh!)

Kobe as seen from the mountains



A view of Kobe from the mountains behind. This is not taken from the absolute peak, rather from about half-way up the side. As you can clearly see, Kobe is a port city, though it lost much of its business to Osaka following the Great Awaji-Hanshin Earthquake of 1995 which left 5,000 dead and devastated much of the city. However, 15 years after the fact, the city has recovered (though the port has never fully recovered the lost business.)

Pertinent to my previous post about sticking things wherever there is space, note the large pale-green balls on the left edge - clearly a set of natural gas tanks crammed among apartments.

NIMBY (Not In My Back Yard) is a concept that has little following here.

On a side note, Japan has many famous things in sets of threes. One set is the three great views of Japan. One of those views is the view of Kobe from the peak of Mount Rokko - a picture will follow as soon as the father-in-law inevitably drags my ass on a hike to the top sometime this year, but you are getting the essence of it here.

Tautological Redundancy



Are there other types of gases I am unaware of?

CMA:
(logo copyright of Japan Air Gases Company - all rights surely reserved by them)

Yay Japanese Marketing!

Ok, so maybe the real reason I moved back was for packaging like this...



I couldn't come up with such a wonderful turn of phrase in a million years.

Arigatou!

Just a quick thanks to those who are reading and who have sent me mail/comments to that effect. Nice to know this isn't just vanishing to the gaping maw of the internet.

Cheers!

Dan desu

Get a job (Sha na na na, na na na na na)


One of the primary reasons for pulling this trans-global back flip was for the purpose of securing a steady income - and since America's economy is down the toilet and lodged securely in the S-bend, it seemed that Japan might offer more prospects for someone whose primary work experience is as an "Eigo-sensei" (English teacher).

Now, although Japan's economy has taken a hit as well, the English teaching industry hasn't felt much of this pinch. However, the number of unemployable slack-jaws like myself who are washing up on Japan's shores with abc flash cards and a "Let's Go!" textbook has seemingly skyrocketed. This means the competition is fierce. There was a time when you needed only to have a passing familiarity with English and English cram schools would be kidnapping you off the street, thrusting thousands of yen into your hands and dropping you in a classroom, deaf to your protests that you may have blond hair but you were clearly German and on the way to an important meeting with the boys over at the BMW dealership.

Things have changed.

One big change is that fewer schools are turning to the government-run JET program for their teachers since, in short, they over-charge the schools and deliver a product of unreliable quality. (yes, I was on JET - and it was a two way street - we had no idea what kind of school we were getting as well - it was really just like an arranged marriage)
The second change is that the law now requires English education to begin in elementary schools, leaving the elementary school teachers, who never had English as a training requirement, completely boned.
The rub of it is that now the schools can demand a lot more of the prospective teachers. Two big requirements that were never there four years ago are 1)Experience in a public school (not a private "eikaiwa" or English conversation school which run hour long private or group lessons, often for adults) 2) Japanese speaking ability - not fluent, but enough to communicate with the staff.

So I have landed a job at a not-so-nearby board of education who will for now remain nameless. The application opened my eyes to the hell of job applications in Japan. This BOE wanted a Japanese resume, and Japanese work experience list. In Japan, the resume is not your chance to show off your clever skills at turning "mail room boy" into "Vital to the internal and external communications structure for over 500 people." Rather it is a very structured form with a specific order that must be hand written.

Let that sink in.

Hand written...in Japanese

Needless to say that mistakes are not tolerated and yet have a soul-crushing tendency to somehow roll off your fingertips with remarkable reliability on or about the last line of the resume. It took me seven tries.

In addition, the entire interview was in Japanese along with a lesson plan you had twenty minutes to cook up before presenting it to a stern-looking consortium of elderly and unamused Japanese men.

Below is the entire collection of documents for just this one job.



Thankfully I landed this one and can put off posting about ritual suicide until a later date!