<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:27:21.343+09:00</updated><category term='栄養'/><category term='frugality'/><title type='text'>Broke in Tokyo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-3789281455674558422</id><published>2010-03-16T17:14:00.032+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:00:54.062+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I'm At</title><content type='html'>Many of you know I'm "in Tokyo."  Perhaps some of you don't know where Tokyo is in Japan.  It's here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.skitch.com/20100316-bwseu6628s8h2kww9b3egexhq3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 539px; height: 457px;" src="http://img.skitch.com/20100316-bwseu6628s8h2kww9b3egexhq3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city of Tokyo is about 844.4 square miles.  Let's narrow it down a bit.  I'm in the Shinjuku ward, a very famous, popular area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.skitch.com/20100316-622q79pf4nq8tct62ssyrhbu6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 801px; height: 661px;" src="http://img.skitch.com/20100316-622q79pf4nq8tct62ssyrhbu6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't live in the center of Shinjuku.  The closest Yamanote Line (the train line that loops around Tokyo) to me is Takadanobaba.  Here it is on a map you can interact with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=118026759244239083524.000481e7518d5b534dc8e&amp;amp;ll=35.707493,139.711118&amp;amp;spn=0.016727,0.027466&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;output=embed" frameborder="0" height="480" scrolling="no" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=118026759244239083524.000481e7518d5b534dc8e&amp;amp;ll=35.707493,139.711118&amp;amp;spn=0.016727,0.027466&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an amateur photographer, I really should set about photographing the place I live.  But I'm quite busy, you see, with all these words and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met up with a new friend from Singapore.  She is doing a tour of the stations around the Yamanote loop.  Takadanobaba was third on her list.  In spite of knowing hardly any big attractions in the area, I offered to take her around.  In exchange, I am going to post her pictures of the place.  A good deal for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Takadanobaba station's edifice on the Waseda exit side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59L8bBn-KI/AAAAAAAACNQ/8f9ge_Q7QEI/s1600-h/station+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59L8bBn-KI/AAAAAAAACNQ/8f9ge_Q7QEI/s400/station+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449157575560394914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a rotary in front of this exit where I always meet people who come to the station:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59MPrnuCKI/AAAAAAAACNY/pcLsvoCgbiY/s1600-h/eki+roundabout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59MPrnuCKI/AAAAAAAACNY/pcLsvoCgbiY/s400/eki+roundabout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449157906432657570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the manga/anime &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atom Boy&lt;/span&gt;, Mr. Boy was born in Takadanobaba.  Thanks to this, there are absurdly huge murals under the elevated train tracks on the street level of Atom Boy and other famous anime characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59MzBzw_qI/AAAAAAAACNg/XqYc4Y5P5ys/s1600-h/Atom+Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59MzBzw_qI/AAAAAAAACNg/XqYc4Y5P5ys/s400/Atom+Boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449158513684184738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59M62wF0TI/AAAAAAAACNo/wwAnNgh7qns/s1600-h/Atom+Boy+autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59M62wF0TI/AAAAAAAACNo/wwAnNgh7qns/s400/Atom+Boy+autumn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449158648154935602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59M-dhtF4I/AAAAAAAACNw/GrbmHsNFyrc/s1600-h/Atom+Boy+Winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59M-dhtF4I/AAAAAAAACNw/GrbmHsNFyrc/s400/Atom+Boy+Winter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449158710103185282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atom Boy is on your left when you exit, but on your right you can see the architectural beauty of the place I go for 100¥ stuff, called descriptively "Big Box":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59NaVeJcAI/AAAAAAAACN4/w1_Srp8pBwI/s1600-h/BigBox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59NaVeJcAI/AAAAAAAACN4/w1_Srp8pBwI/s400/BigBox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449159188977119234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to my dorm or the main campus of Waseda, you go straight up Waseda Dori (Waseda Street), so that is what we did next.  Here is a moderately-priced second-run theater:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59OyVskjJI/AAAAAAAACOA/oQdgQ4h2PtQ/s1600-h/wasedadori+movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59OyVskjJI/AAAAAAAACOA/oQdgQ4h2PtQ/s400/wasedadori+movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449160700866104466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my favorite ramen place, Oita Ramen, where you can get a big bowl for 650 yen and still order free refills of noodles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59PIewI8GI/AAAAAAAACOI/lQ_E7DL9Ob0/s1600-h/wasedadori+oita+ramen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59PIewI8GI/AAAAAAAACOI/lQ_E7DL9Ob0/s400/wasedadori+oita+ramen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449161081254113378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another shot taken outside Oita Ramen, looking up the street in the direction of my dorm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59PZSpf2fI/AAAAAAAACOQ/e4pq0C6rvb4/s1600-h/wasedadori+oita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59PZSpf2fI/AAAAAAAACOQ/e4pq0C6rvb4/s400/wasedadori+oita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449161370062805490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across from the Lawson, one minute from my dorm, is this amazing building that I've never been in but been thinking that it's a photography museum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59P6R0_WeI/AAAAAAAACOY/SjDLgAuS5g4/s1600-h/wasedadori+illusionbldg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59P6R0_WeI/AAAAAAAACOY/SjDLgAuS5g4/s400/wasedadori+illusionbldg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449161936778254818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just next to my local Lawson, a bizarrely-named restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59QqyC1CRI/AAAAAAAACOw/tCJAbytty24/s1600-h/wasedadori+thethethe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59QqyC1CRI/AAAAAAAACOw/tCJAbytty24/s400/wasedadori+thethethe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449162770059954450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further down Waseda Dori, between my dorm and the campus entrance, are an excess of used bookstores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59QK9JmEHI/AAAAAAAACOg/Om6GBte8gFs/s1600-h/wasedadori+bookshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59QK9JmEHI/AAAAAAAACOg/Om6GBte8gFs/s400/wasedadori+bookshop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449162223285309554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great Engrish name for a clothing store:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59QbOFfpMI/AAAAAAAACOo/TThZQmWN-48/s1600-h/wasedadori+fablic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59QbOFfpMI/AAAAAAAACOo/TThZQmWN-48/s400/wasedadori+fablic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449162502709421250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may look like a generic shot of Waseda Dori, but the yellow and red signage highlights an amazing store.  Called "Picasso," it is an offshoot of a large chain of stores called "Don Quixote."  At Picasso, I can find cheap milk, yogurt, bread, instant meals, and snacks.  They also sell clothes, dishes, computer stuff, games, sex toys, and novelty gifts.  And they have an &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NM3t2ie6Yzc"&gt;absurd theme song&lt;/a&gt; playing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59Rj8ypszI/AAAAAAAACO4/RbDf9nIw_c4/s1600-h/wasedadori+picaso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59Rj8ypszI/AAAAAAAACO4/RbDf9nIw_c4/s400/wasedadori+picaso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449163752197436210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we come to the crossing that I turn left at, from Waseda Dori, to go down the hill to campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59SFjFrRzI/AAAAAAAACPA/AtaUNMQkZ9g/s1600-h/wasedadori+crossing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59SFjFrRzI/AAAAAAAACPA/AtaUNMQkZ9g/s400/wasedadori+crossing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449164329413461810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waseda's Nishiwaseda Campus.  This is one of the ways to get into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59SaC8HP5I/AAAAAAAACPI/HkQHfjEIcfQ/s1600-h/campus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59SaC8HP5I/AAAAAAAACPI/HkQHfjEIcfQ/s400/campus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449164681560670098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are various shots of classroom buildings and grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59SnByJMPI/AAAAAAAACPQ/FngtVyFfjlk/s1600-h/campus+vines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59SnByJMPI/AAAAAAAACPQ/FngtVyFfjlk/s400/campus+vines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449164904588718322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59SwVKxmSI/AAAAAAAACPY/RfK95VsRprw/s1600-h/campus+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59SwVKxmSI/AAAAAAAACPY/RfK95VsRprw/s400/campus+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449165064411126050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59S7vmjY7I/AAAAAAAACPg/q3QMrrJ9S5c/s1600-h/campus+greenboards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59S7vmjY7I/AAAAAAAACPg/q3QMrrJ9S5c/s400/campus+greenboards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449165260485518258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way to the center of campus, where Shigenobu Okuma the founder stands, scowling at the auditorium named for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59TNOOAvsI/AAAAAAAACPo/5b5KLozCA7g/s1600-h/campus+statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59TNOOAvsI/AAAAAAAACPo/5b5KLozCA7g/s400/campus+statue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449165560761859778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view he has of his auditorium:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59TW8IF1gI/AAAAAAAACPw/K0bSCBCwFHk/s1600-h/campus+center.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59TW8IF1gI/AAAAAAAACPw/K0bSCBCwFHk/s400/campus+center.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449165727703881218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auditorium, closer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59TjqfZyOI/AAAAAAAACP4/4lX3XsHmAN4/s1600-h/campus+okuma+auditorium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59TjqfZyOI/AAAAAAAACP4/4lX3XsHmAN4/s400/campus+okuma+auditorium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449165946308118754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a cafe and souvenir shop to the left of the auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59Tz3jjzEI/AAAAAAAACQA/X0HibM1y0mA/s1600-h/campus+cafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59Tz3jjzEI/AAAAAAAACQA/X0HibM1y0mA/s400/campus+cafe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449166224693120066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, they sell stuffed bears.  The bear is the mascot because of the founder's name, Okuma.  It's a play on the Japanese word for bear, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuma&lt;/span&gt;.  Of course, the bear is scowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59UQxb2X0I/AAAAAAAACQI/9c08Jhg4Mks/s1600-h/campus+okuma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59UQxb2X0I/AAAAAAAACQI/9c08Jhg4Mks/s400/campus+okuma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449166721266376514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From campus, it is a short walk to an interesting spot: the oldest and nearly last streetcar in Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other cities in Japan, streetcars are much more common.  Tokyo is so well-irrigated with subways and trains, though, that the streetcars have slowly died out, except for the Toden Arakawa line.  Waseda is one of the terminals.  Here is the station:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59U5ufIjPI/AAAAAAAACQQ/SbcRjs1_nvY/s1600-h/tram+station.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59U5ufIjPI/AAAAAAAACQQ/SbcRjs1_nvY/s400/tram+station.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449167424849480946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the little guy that services it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59VEAyp0kI/AAAAAAAACQY/Co2JZ2kj3-I/s1600-h/tram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59VEAyp0kI/AAAAAAAACQY/Co2JZ2kj3-I/s400/tram.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449167601561883202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bit more north of the tram/streetcar is the Kandagawa, the Kanda River.  These cherry trees are almost ready to burst.  (Expect more colorful photos of these soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59VskX2WcI/AAAAAAAACQg/pKEvN5mJhow/s1600-h/river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59VskX2WcI/AAAAAAAACQg/pKEvN5mJhow/s400/river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449168298307901890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, on the bridge over the river.  Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59V3ed3JvI/AAAAAAAACQo/ifpchkSk8IY/s1600-h/river+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59V3ed3JvI/AAAAAAAACQo/ifpchkSk8IY/s400/river+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449168485701068530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-3789281455674558422?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3789281455674558422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=3789281455674558422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/3789281455674558422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/3789281455674558422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-im-at.html' title='Where I&apos;m At'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S59L8bBn-KI/AAAAAAAACNQ/8f9ge_Q7QEI/s72-c/station+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-5940401774204903851</id><published>2010-03-12T14:34:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:04:51.813+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Follow-Through</title><content type='html'>Thanks for responding, you guys.  Good to know who's out there.  I will try and tailor some posts to your interests.  Look forward to posts about poker, biking trails, art, public health, baseball, and the movie industry here.  The only wild cards are the Katies from DC; not sure what they would like to hear about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a round-up of my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, March 8&lt;/span&gt;:  It was International Women's Day, which we don't celebrate in America due to its communist roots.  But it's a huge deal in Europe.  It's now all about celebrating women, mothers, etc.  In Italy men give women &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acacia_dealbata"&gt;yellow mimosas&lt;/a&gt; (the flower, not the drink).  In Russia, too, along with chocolate.  My Russian friend had already given me a present for Boy's Day last month (another Russian holiday), and she told me she was upset that nobody here knew about Women's Day.  So I got her flowers and Ferro Rocher chocolates, and she was overjoyed.  I also picked up flowers for two other women in my dorm who were having a birthday soon.  We threw a little party for them, even though one of them was feeling too sick to make it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S5nWUezJVqI/AAAAAAAACNE/gRhkFN7JOn8/s1600-h/AAK_6120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S5nWUezJVqI/AAAAAAAACNE/gRhkFN7JOn8/s400/AAK_6120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447620871634638498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, March 9&lt;/span&gt;:  I spent the day with one of my best friends here and her boyfriend, going around to see ume (plum) blossoms at a shrine (picture above).  Then we went to karaoke.  Then it was poker night, and I lost.  I have to resist the temptation to be flashy with my betting.  It has not worked out for me this month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, March 10&lt;/span&gt;:  It was a get-things-done kind of a day.  I even made a to-do list.  I cleaned my room after months of neglecting to do so, sent emails I really had to send, did laundry, made up my calendar for the month, and worked on my Japanese.  Then in the evening I went for dinner at Eat More Greens, a fantastic vegetarian restaurant in Azabu-Juuban. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, March 11&lt;/span&gt;:  It was supposed to be a get-things-done kind of day, too, but I didn't cross off all the things on my list.  Gym in the morning, then cleaned my bathroom (also after months of neglect), then went to the school office for info about registration, then the doctor's office to schedule another appointment, and then I met up with a classmate to play Go.  Then I chatted online for 6 hours, which really ate up my plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 12&lt;/span&gt;) I'm going to a museum in Roppongi that is supposedly pretty cool, and you can go up to the top at sunset and see Tokyo in all its splendor.  Then I'm going to read more of the Japanese novel I'm reading for our little book club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, is it normal to lose 6 pounds in 3 days?  Because um, that's kind of what happened.  I'm working out most of the week, and skipping breakfast when I do, so that means I have been eating my first meal at around 1 or 2.  I'm doing this because I don't like working out right after eating and because I read somewhere that the digestive process hinders fat burn.  But 6 pounds in three days is kind of shocking.  It can't all be fat; it must be some muscle loss, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-5940401774204903851?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5940401774204903851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=5940401774204903851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/5940401774204903851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/5940401774204903851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-follow-through.html' title='Friday Follow-Through'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/S5nWUezJVqI/AAAAAAAACNE/gRhkFN7JOn8/s72-c/AAK_6120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-7387893795005313700</id><published>2010-03-07T11:23:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T11:49:47.825+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Silence</title><content type='html'>To all those who thought I had fallen off the face of the Earth:  you were right.  But I've climbed back up now, with hardly anything else broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding that action generates more of the same action.  Confusion begets more confusion.  Work begets more work.  Interest in Japanese begets more interest in Japanese.  And writing begets more writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I am keeping a private diary on &lt;a href="http://750words.com/"&gt;http://750words.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  Why keep a private diary online?  Well, I can access it anywhere, and it gives me points and data.  It analyzes my writing speed, my topics, even if I am using more I's than he's or she's (obviously I use WAY more I's).  Why keep one at all?  I read somewhere that it's good to get a few pages out of you every day, and if no one sees it it doesn't have to be spectacular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm writing Pulitzer-prize-winning stuff at the moment here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still spring break here.  In the first two weeks or so in February, I mainly stayed in my room, watching anime (Utena, Skip Beat, Chobits, Bakemonogatari) and J-dramas (Liar Game, Kurosagi, Nobuta wo Produce) and Mad Men.  At some point I got sick of just staying in my room, so I started going out with friends.  I also started online dating again and found some really interesting people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I started going to the school gym, too.  It's super cheap: about 22 bucks for the year.  Well worth it.  I'm going about 5-6 days a week.  I do cardio on the bike for half an hour, then either upper-body and back or legs and abs, in a Body-for-Life kind of way.  I'm starting to use the bike in a High Intensity Interval Training kind of way, which is really exhausting.  I feel much better.  Activity begets activity.  I'm much more active now, full of energy for going out in Tokyo and checking out markets, temples, plum blossoms which are blooming now (which means that cherries are on their way). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on Japanese through the break.  I'm writing a Japanese diary (writing begets more writing) on &lt;a href="http://lang-8.com/7081/journals"&gt;Lang-8&lt;/a&gt;.  There's an RSS feed on there if you are interested, which Google Reader can auto-translate for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to a friend's concert.  She's in an amateur orchestra.  I'm very excited to see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for this morning; I still have to eat breakfast (natto and rice and mushroom soup, for your information).  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href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2010/03/breaking-silence.html' title='Breaking the Silence'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-4936224490201374832</id><published>2009-11-28T02:27:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T02:30:31.623+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='栄養'/><title type='text'>Nutrition Diary (for project) day 4</title><content type='html'>instant miso soup&lt;br /&gt;natto&lt;br /&gt;white rice&lt;br /&gt;tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabo dofu&lt;br /&gt;white rice&lt;br /&gt;salad (w/wakame &amp;amp; imitation crab)&lt;br /&gt;spinach and egg&lt;br /&gt;green tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate twists (4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yakionigiri&lt;br /&gt;masuzushi onigiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matsuya's pork &amp;amp; eggplant in spicy miso&lt;br /&gt;salad (corn, etc)&lt;br /&gt;white rice&lt;br /&gt;oolong tea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-4936224490201374832?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4936224490201374832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=4936224490201374832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/4936224490201374832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;yogurt drink&lt;br /&gt;Vinegar &amp;amp; Milk drink&lt;br /&gt;omrice onigiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okuma lunch&lt;br /&gt;(beef bowl, salad, sesame carrots and root veg, hamburger, croquette, white rice)&lt;br /&gt;green tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oolong tea&lt;br /&gt;little stuffing&lt;br /&gt;little chicken&lt;br /&gt;mashed potatoes w/chicken gravy&lt;br /&gt;carrots &amp;amp; onions&lt;br /&gt;Russian salad&lt;br /&gt;1/4 nikuman&lt;br /&gt;1/2 ear of corn&lt;br /&gt;5 slices of Spanish ham with white bread&lt;br /&gt;chocolate chip vanilla cookie&lt;br /&gt;anko-filled doughnuts (2)&lt;br /&gt;cheesecake (1.5 slices)&lt;br /&gt;vanilla ice cream (too much)&lt;br /&gt;chocolate-covered almond&lt;br /&gt;small Chinese fruit/nut stuffed cake (1/2)&lt;br /&gt;chocolate salty chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tea&lt;br /&gt;chocolate cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It was an awesome Thanksgiving, thanks to everybody showing up, and especially to the Russian girl who ended up making almost everything.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-1874035523014620186?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1874035523014620186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=1874035523014620186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/1874035523014620186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/1874035523014620186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2009/11/nutrition-diary-for-project-day-3.html' title='Nutrition Diary (for project) day 3 (Thanksgiving!)'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-6601374969067605155</id><published>2009-11-27T07:30:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:35:46.720+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='栄養'/><title type='text'>Nutrition Diary (for project) day 2</title><content type='html'>no breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard-boiled egg&lt;br /&gt;spicy chinese nabe (pork, veggies, cell.noodles)&lt;br /&gt;half spring roll&lt;br /&gt;tiny salad w/chicken&lt;br /&gt;tiny bit of tofu in fermented sauce&lt;br /&gt;bowl of white rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coke&lt;br /&gt;small salad&lt;br /&gt;two pieces of fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;three large flat french fries&lt;br /&gt;1/4 pepperoni pizza&lt;br /&gt;1/4 habanero pizza (with pork)&lt;br /&gt;1/8 beef/mushroom pizza&lt;br /&gt;1/8 salami/onion pizza&lt;br /&gt;1/8 chicken teriyaki pizza&lt;br /&gt;1/8 dessert pizza (marshmallows)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-6601374969067605155?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6601374969067605155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=6601374969067605155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='栄養'/><title type='text'>Nutrition Diary (for project) day 1</title><content type='html'>two thick pieces of bread&lt;br /&gt;plain yogurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apple (biggish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chai tea latte, grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 of savory "French" toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five gyoza with sauce&lt;br /&gt;white/brown rice with furikake (egg &amp;amp; seaweed)&lt;br /&gt;one mikan (clementine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 small doughnuts filled with anko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And how are you guys doing?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-5471208689820954905?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5471208689820954905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=5471208689820954905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/5471208689820954905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/5471208689820954905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2009/11/nutrition-diary-for-project-day-1.html' title='Nutrition Diary (for project) day 1'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-579812585416623677</id><published>2009-10-11T02:57:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:05:02.737+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='栄養'/><title type='text'>need to sleep</title><content type='html'>I didn't do enough studying today.  But I did do some.  I might be in okay shape for the coming week.  Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of studying, I did laundry, picked up my dry cleaning, went grocery shopping, and learned how to make a new dish:  &lt;a href="http://www.justhungry.com/2004/02/nikujaga_japane.html"&gt;nikujaga&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not successfully finish making stuff for my bento box lunch for tomorrow's picnic.  Have to get up early tomorrow.  Great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday's Meals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plain yogurt&lt;br /&gt;granolaish cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scrambled eggs with mushrooms, green onions&lt;br /&gt;last of the curry&lt;br /&gt;white rice&lt;br /&gt;little bit of kimchee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a small amt. of yakisoba&lt;br /&gt;two small bowls of nikujaga&lt;br /&gt;half a container of peaches in yogurt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-579812585416623677?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/579812585416623677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=579812585416623677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/579812585416623677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/579812585416623677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2009/10/need-to-sleep.html' title='need to sleep'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-4093278312095871800</id><published>2009-10-10T14:01:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:46:12.070+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='栄養'/><title type='text'>Cats and Dogs</title><content type='html'>We had a death in our dorm family last night; a one-eyed cat who loved us gaijin despite our differences.  She was always friendly, although sometimes too playful (bitingly).  She liked our front terrace, even though it had no shelter from rain or any comfy places to curl up.  Yesterday, she saw me and rolled upside down.  I didn't pet her because this action usually meant she'd be up for biting (playfully).  Now I wish I had.  She was run over last night.  I'm not sure if her remains have been taken care of, I don't know how to request that sort of thing, and I am trying not to think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that I've ruined your mood, let me tell you about the good things about yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't fall asleep (at least not all the way) in my classes on Friday.  Three hours of conversation in the morning, three hours of moderately easy grammar in the afternoon.  It's hard to take that on inadequate sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I registered for (most of) my classes, finally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dressed up for the Welcome Party.  My suits were stilll at the cleaners, so I had to make due with brown pants and a bluish-black sportscoat.  It went together better than it sounds like it did.  (For those interested, I wore my white with-invisible-green bespoke shirt with my yellow dogstooth Tyrwhitt tie with Italian glass cufflinks.  Let's not talk about my shoes.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The party was okay.  I ate too much of the free and quite good food, as you may note below if you ever get that far.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After the offical welcome party, I went to the steps of the auditorium for kumanomi, where a lot of other students were drinking.  (Drinking outdoors is legal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got chased away by a policeman around 10pm.  (Being loud is not legal.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to the park, which is often the drinking place of choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A German girl almost beat me in arm wrestling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went home and had hot water with lemon with some good people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday's Meals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natto with tomatoes and shirasu&lt;br /&gt;on top of white/brown rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the mabo-dofu&lt;br /&gt;brown/white rice&lt;br /&gt;the last bit of spinach/mushroom stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slice of grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;three french fries&lt;br /&gt;three cocktail wieners&lt;br /&gt;two shumai&lt;br /&gt;four eggrolls (small)&lt;br /&gt;two tuna roll pieces&lt;br /&gt;a cucumber roll piece&lt;br /&gt;one big maki roll piece (egg, crab, cuke, ???)&lt;br /&gt;a small triangular egg salad sandwich&lt;br /&gt;a scoop of yakisoba&lt;br /&gt;three fried chicken nuggets&lt;br /&gt;two broiled chunks of chicken&lt;br /&gt;a slice of ham&lt;br /&gt;a small cup of apple juice&lt;br /&gt;a small cup of sweetened iced tea&lt;br /&gt;half a cream puff filled with ice cream (vanilla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Late Night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot water with lemon&lt;br /&gt;a handful of sweet crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*why I ate so much:  it had been too long since lunch, it was free, it was MEAT (which is expensive here), and I had to fight with Chinese people for a clear shot to the food, which made me go into competition mode.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-4093278312095871800?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4093278312095871800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=4093278312095871800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/4093278312095871800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/4093278312095871800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2009/10/cats-and-dogs.html' title='Cats and Dogs'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-5022643367530958897</id><published>2009-10-09T00:32:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:54:36.388+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='栄養'/><title type='text'>Winded</title><content type='html'>Today we ended up having no classes on account of a typhoon.  The typhoon's main effect on the campus's area was to make it sunny, warm, and breezy:  a perfect indian summer day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Why close school?  So the teachers and students who live in neighboring prefectures wouldn't have to ride the trains.  The trains can easily get disrupted in typhoons.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with a group of other students to go get my Alien Registration Card.  I know, I know, "alien?"  But that's what they call us, officially, at least on that card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got our cards, we went to a nearby ice cream shop, where I had some amazing Italian ice cream.  Grom, in Shinjuku.  Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was around 5pm, and a big meal was to come later, so, as you will soon see, I strayed from the ideal nutrition path today very much in the afternoon and evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today's meals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aak/3991630376/" title="Breakfast by knaakle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3459/3991630376_d5e6ffa75a.jpg" alt="Breakfast" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plain yogurt&lt;br /&gt;granolaesque cereal&lt;br /&gt;apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aak/3992117098/" title="Spinach enoki green onions garlic olive oil by knaakle, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2426/3992117098_6ebf4a75d6_m.jpg" alt="Spinach enoki green onions garlic olive oil" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leftover mabo-dofu (homemade)&lt;br /&gt;brown/white rice combo&lt;br /&gt;sauteed spinach, mushrooms, green onions, garlic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snack:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6t8j0ICf1qa462uo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6t8j0ICf1qa462uo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grom ice cream cone.&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry-raspberry on top.&lt;br /&gt;The Italiana's recommended "Grom di creme" on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;(only 490 for the small cone.)&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, not very frugal.)&lt;br /&gt;(but worth it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr7b0i9F1M1qa462uo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr7b0i9F1M1qa462uo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goulash with dumplings (amazing)&lt;br /&gt;too much cheetara (cheese strips in strips of cod), kaki no tane (crackers), and senbei (more crackers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-5022643367530958897?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5022643367530958897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=5022643367530958897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/5022643367530958897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/5022643367530958897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2009/10/winded.html' title='Winded'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3459/3991630376_d5e6ffa75a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-2014493310966583371</id><published>2009-10-07T18:29:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:43:59.041+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='栄養'/><title type='text'>Eiyou (栄養) Means "Nutrition"</title><content type='html'>The past two weeks: registration.  First, a level test.  Then pick, within whatever level they give you, from among very similar classes which ones to register for.  The descriptions of said classes are all in Japanese.   Then, attend each class you registered for as well as the class you actually want.  Then you may or may not be able to register for the class you actually want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the Japanese bureaucracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to ascend a level in my core class.  Most of my classmates are more fluent than me, but I feel that they're within reach.  The core class I chose is a textbookless class.  We're going to talk about our own topic, write essays on our topic, read each other's essays, discuss them, interview people, write more essays, and finally produce a final report to be bound in a book.  Yes, all in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is to pick a topic that is important enough to you to hold your own interest for four months.  So what to pick.  I at first thought about linguistics.  Too abstract, and, without a specific focus, people might not know how to discuss it with me.  Then, over the weekend, it came to me:  nutrition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know, when I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[redacted]&lt;/span&gt; this summer, I was in the middle of a summer-term nutrition class.  I wasn't able to finish the class due to being&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [redacted]&lt;/span&gt;, so I worked out a deal with the  teacher.  If I can get a proctor over here to give me the exams, I can get the credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking 13 Japanese classes (1.5 hours each) doesn't leave many hours for studying an unrelated subject on my own.  But, if it's tied to one of my courses, I might make the time.  So I picked nutrition as my topic for the core class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically, I'm interested in the idea of nutrition in Japan as compared to the idea of nutrition in America, and how the statistics work out.  It's common knowledge that the Japanese are very long-lived, and many have tried to claim that the Japanese diet is responsible.  Yet the Japanese eat little meat, lots of rice, and very little insoluble fiber.  What's the recommended dietary intake here?  What's the average intake of those nutrients?  How do those figures compare to America's?  What's considered a "balanced diet" here?  What do people think makes a healthy meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason nutrition is on my mind may be because of the health check I went through last Friday.  I, like almost all the other foreigners, was told that I should lose weight.  I reacted a little strongly to that.  I was told to lose about 20 pounds (9 kilos).  I happen to know that, for my height, by American standards I would be in acceptable range with a loss of 5 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While weight has little to do with nutrition per se, this encounter has made me keep more of an eye on my serving sizes.  (At the health check, I told the doctor how much rice I ate with my nattou, how much curry-rice I have for lunch, etc.  She asked if I drink, and I said never.  She asked if I drank water.  I said "A lot."  She asked, "No-Calorie water?"  I said of course.  She had nothing to say after that, except that, once my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [redacted]&lt;/span&gt; gets better, I might exercise a bit more.  She did not know who she was dealing with, obviously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is to explain that, from now on, I would like to start documenting my meals once again.  Long-time readers may recall February of this year I reported my food intake daily.  That was partly to lose wintergut, partly to irritate G., and partly to get over a blogging slump.  I risk alienating my readership here if I indulge in such self-metrics, but, well, I don't really think anyone reads this anyway. Also, it fits in with the original theme of this blog:  how to eat on the cheap in Tokyo.  (Mainly: eat rice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps for my final project I will get some Japanese people to record their meals for a week or two and then we can compare.  Do you think any Japanese people would be into that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today's Meals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45g of natto with chopped green onion, cherry tomatoes, and whole shirasu (little white fishies)&lt;br /&gt;white rice&lt;br /&gt;instant miso soup (wakame seaweed and fried tofu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small bowl of Japanese curry on white rice&lt;br /&gt;small portion of sauteed spinach (olive oil, garlic, salt, pepper, hot pepper)&lt;br /&gt;one hardboiled egg&lt;br /&gt;iced green tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apple&lt;br /&gt;five big gyoza (at a brand-new restaurant, only 290 yen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two grabs of spinach mixed with a bit of kimchee&lt;br /&gt;a small amount of curry with a small amount of rice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-2014493310966583371?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2014493310966583371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=2014493310966583371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/2014493310966583371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/2014493310966583371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2009/10/eiyou-means-nutrition.html' title='Eiyou (栄養) Means &quot;Nutrition&quot;'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-3221193837550543071</id><published>2009-09-26T01:41:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:48:30.074+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Language Learning</title><content type='html'>(Ma) Vaffancuulo :  Go fuck yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ymen no iisa [name] : My name is [name]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai yak te? :  And yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tezhimin : Nice to meet you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dobreedden : Hello (formal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahoy :  Hi (informal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not one of the above phrases is Japanese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-3221193837550543071?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3221193837550543071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=3221193837550543071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/3221193837550543071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/3221193837550543071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2009/09/language-learning.html' title='Language Learning'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-363123815313513548</id><published>2009-09-18T02:19:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T02:35:11.061+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Japanese:  the Placement Test</title><content type='html'>The test was about as difficult as I'd imagined it'd be.  I doubt I can go into details here, but I can at least tell you that it was not multiple choice.  Either you knew it or you didn't.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waseda's Japanese classes are split up into 8 levels, 1 being for beginners and 8 being for near-fluent folks.  I got level 3, which is the low end of the intermediate level.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 3 is pretty disappointing for me, but I'm willing to admit it's probably right for me in some skillsets.  My kanji is probably at level 3.  My speaking ability might be 3, too, although I'm doing pretty well day-to-day.  Writing (self-expressively) is also probably 3.  But Listening, Grammar, and Reading should probably be higher.  Luckily, I can go up one level, if the teachers see I'm doing very well in the first week.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I feel a cram coming on...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people also feel that the test results were not accurate.  Some feel that they just got lucky with the test and are scared of the high level they are in.  Others are below me, when I know for certain that their speaking is on par with if not better than mine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll just have to see how this pans out.   Registration is tomorrow afternoon, and the first week of classes starts on September 28.  (Class details to follow in another post, after I've taken a few.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-363123815313513548?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/363123815313513548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=363123815313513548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/363123815313513548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/363123815313513548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2009/09/broken-japanese-placement-test.html' title='Broken Japanese:  the Placement Test'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-8394818062527235238</id><published>2009-09-18T01:48:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T02:18:59.865+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Orchestra:  Karaoke Outings 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>So glad to be back in the land of good karaoke.  Songs I picked:  &lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues&lt;/b&gt;, by Elton John&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can't Stop&lt;/b&gt;, by Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Under the Sea&lt;/b&gt;, Disney&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lean on Me&lt;/b&gt;, by Bill Withers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Come Undone&lt;/b&gt;, by Duran Duran&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Scientist&lt;/b&gt;, by Coldplay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lean on Me is beyond me, clearly.  It's not a song you should be screaming to hit the notes.  After attempting Withers, Come Undone was also beyond.  I got it back together for The Scientist, so that was good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all of us being from different countries, you struggle to find songs that everyone knows.  I ought to make a list for international karaoke groups.  Here is the beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad Beatles songs.  &lt;i&gt;Everybody &lt;/i&gt;knows &lt;b&gt;Yellow Submarine&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Johnny Cash, &lt;b&gt;Ring of Fire&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Edith Piaf, &lt;b&gt;La Vie En Rose&lt;/b&gt;.*  (In the words of a Frenchman, she is their Johnny Cash.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spice Girls, &lt;b&gt;Wannabe&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Britney Spears, &lt;b&gt;Hit Me Baby One More Time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aqua, &lt;b&gt;Barbie Girl&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Louis Armstrong, &lt;b&gt;What a Wonderful World.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any more that you think are universal?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*You know, the song that plays in the background whenever any characters in any (non-French) movie go to a French restaurant.  I didn't know the words except for soem of the refrain, but I knew the melody enough to join in.  Fun was had, and an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earworm"&gt;earworm &lt;/a&gt;was caught.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-8394818062527235238?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8394818062527235238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=8394818062527235238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/8394818062527235238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/8394818062527235238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2009/09/broken-orchestra-karaoke-outings-1-2.html' title='Broken Orchestra:  Karaoke Outings 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-4143812147960256082</id><published>2009-09-18T01:34:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:48:19.971+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Post of the Night Has No Broken Pun</title><content type='html'>I am envious of people with serious language chops.  Always have been, as far as I can remember.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm envious of the Europeans here, who speak near perfect English but who say they are glad of the opportunity to improve it.  I think that they have a serious advantage over me.  They already are in the habit of thinking in another language.  It's not that much of a jump, then, to start thinking in Japanese.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm envious of the Europeans in other ways, as well.  I see now the extreme advantage of living in Europe (for those who would like to be polyglots or to be culturally-well-versed.)  Their countries are small and close together in comparison to the US.  Travel is not really a big deal.  Maybe it is a hassle, I don't know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm envious, now, of everyone who went abroad in college.  What a great idea that would have been.  Not just for the experience of another country, but also for meeting different exchange students from all over.  I've met some amazing, brilliant, funny, and very kind people here already, and I'm not even counting the Japanese students I've been talking with.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short, I'm filled with envy.  So don't envy me, whatever you do, even if I got an iPhone two days ago.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Where did that come from?  What's in this green tea stuff, anyway?)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-4143812147960256082?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4143812147960256082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=4143812147960256082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/4143812147960256082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/4143812147960256082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2009/09/third-post-of-night-has-no-broken-pun.html' title='Third Post of the Night Has No Broken Pun'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-4512358685279667754</id><published>2009-09-18T01:23:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:33:56.600+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken English in Tokyo</title><content type='html'>Specifically, mine.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have reverted to Simplified English in my everyday speech.  Not just with Japanese folks.  Not just with the Italians, French, Chinese, and Germans populating the dorms.  No, even with Americans and Brits, I find myself using simple language and speaking... absurdly... slowly.... (Yes, slower than normal.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may not be familiar with this concept, but there are some people out there who are proposing that the commonly-used international language should be Simplified English.  For internationals, what is the point of memorizing all of the plural exceptions, obscure sentence patterns, and bizarre spellings?  As long as information is carried across, there's no need for sticklerism.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you balk, please consider this:  according to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_language"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, estimates vary, but many indicate that there are more speakers of English as a second language than there are speakers of it as their native tongue.  There are more of them than us.  Therefore shouldn't they have a say in how English is to be defined?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They certainly have a say in how &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;English is defined.  I go around saying stuff like "This fish does good."  "I live on floor one."  "At this time can you go?"  Help.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-4512358685279667754?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4512358685279667754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=4512358685279667754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/4512358685279667754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/4512358685279667754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2009/09/broken-english-in-tokyo.html' title='Broken English in Tokyo'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-6904148892290873776</id><published>2009-09-18T01:04:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:23:20.338+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Break in Service</title><content type='html'>Apologies for the lack of content for the past several days.  Instead of the usual late-blogger platitudes, here is a compromise:  &lt;a href="http://knaak.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://knaak.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posting my pictures here in this blog is problematic.  I'm a bit perfectionistic when it comes to photos, but I don't have the time to fool around in this old, clunky version of Photoshop I've got here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am much less picky about cameraphone photos, hence I've created &lt;a href="http://knaak.tumblr.com/"&gt;Unbroken Tokyo&lt;/a&gt;, a tumblelog that I can update very simply from my phone.  "Unbroken" because, hopefully, it will be continuously updated.  Those of you on Facebook might not want to subscribe to Unbroken's feed, since it'll be updating there, too.  Or maybe you don't want to miss out on any of my food photos.  If so, by all means.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I said food photos.  "Unbroken" will be mundane in the extreme.  I promise scads of mundanity, punctuated with an interesting shot every 40th shot.  Look forward to weird kanji, strange English, bizarre fashions, and foreign scenery, slipped amidst the hundreds of photos I will take of my breakfast natto.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admittedly, I did not take a picture of my dinner tonight, after I had this whole great idea, but, starting tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-6904148892290873776?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6904148892290873776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=6904148892290873776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/6904148892290873776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/6904148892290873776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2009/09/break-in-service.html' title='Break in Service'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-2260992867745109949</id><published>2009-09-11T02:47:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T03:30:45.277+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugality'/><title type='text'>Broke in Tokyo Tip: Hyakuen Shop</title><content type='html'>You may think this is an obvious tip for the frugal Tokyoite.  You may already know about the wonders of the 100-yen shop.  You may already have been to one many times for food, clothing, storage solutions, stationary, cleaning supplies, basically anything and everything.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew about it, too, and I still made the mistake of not going to a Hyakuen shop as soon as I got to my new place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who don't know, a Hyakuen (100 yen) shop sells everything for 105 yen (the extra 5 is tax).  You may think, "Oh, it's like a dollar store back in the States."  Oh ho ho no, it's so much more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dollar stores in the States have tons of crap that I never really need, plus anything from such stores breaks within an hour.  The Hyakuen shops in Japan have tons of stuff that I do need, and it's not really that bad in quality.  Far from breaking within the first hour, I still use some 105-yen items I purchased over 4 years ago.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to my dorm and found that I needed dishes, shampoo, etc.  I followed some people to a supermarket.  Big mistake.  I could have found everything I bought at the supermarket and more at the Hyakuen shop.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you specifically like higher-quality shower supplies, here's a more specific tip for you.  In Japan, shampoo, conditioner, and body wash comes two ways:  in pumps and refill bags.  The pumps cost about twice as much as the bags.  I got refill bags at the store, and then I bought Hyakuen-shop empty pumps, saving at least 300 yen per item.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make the Hyakuen shop your first stop.  I wouldn't buy everything soley from it; I do like better food and teas.  But it will get you started living cheaply in Tokyo.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-2260992867745109949?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2260992867745109949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=2260992867745109949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/2260992867745109949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/2260992867745109949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2009/09/broke-in-tokyo-tip-hyakuen-shop.html' title='Broke in Tokyo Tip: Hyakuen Shop'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8224963710243176328.post-4260927072571552882</id><published>2009-09-08T22:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:28:32.553+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking into Tokyo</title><content type='html'>When I first flew to Japan, back a few years, I was nervous as hell.  I was memorizing little phrases on the plane, thinking about how bad I might suck as a teacher, unable to sleep much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it was completely different.  In fact, I had a hard time distinguishing what I was feeling exactly.  I was a little nervous about the classes, but not much.  I know enough of the language to get around anywhere with little confusion.  So what was I feeling?  Wrapped up in all the packing, organizing, physical therapy, seeing friends and family, I hadn't had much time for introspection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the plane descended after the 13th hour, through wispy layers of clouds that became an overcast sky once we were close enough to see the rice fields, and as the plane landed the air was filled with a grey haze, and we taxied down the runway past a neatly-trimmed hedge that said NARITA (the airport's name), and then later, after passing through customs, when an elderly lady airport attendant showed me how the luggage carts were designed to fit perfectly onto the escalators, and then later, on the train to Tokyo, in the middle of the rush hour press, when one guy fell asleep with his head just below my shoulder blade on my back, so I couldn't move without waking him, and I looked around at everybody's personal fashion, everyone so put together, and later, as I fought with a salaryman who was pushing my bags out of his way while I was holding them in place, and as I stood there looking at the sunset, which had liquified the grey haze into a gleaming gold against the concrete and the wires and the signs, I realized what I had been feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relief.  At coming back to a place that is more a part of me than I ever admitted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to be focusing on my Japanese.  I'm thrilled for this opportunity to advance towards a career in linguistics and translation.  But, in a certain sense, Japan is a kind of home.  I don't think I'll end up living here for good.  For now, though, it'll do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8224963710243176328-4260927072571552882?l=brokentokyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4260927072571552882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8224963710243176328&amp;postID=4260927072571552882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/4260927072571552882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8224963710243176328/posts/default/4260927072571552882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokentokyo.blogspot.com/2009/09/breaking-into-tokyo.html' title='Breaking into Tokyo'/><author><name>aak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16640714430928676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIB0P2OYMVk/SZb17xONi0I/AAAAAAAABXk/mOsy-9e5OEk/S220/Cherry+Blossom+3+45+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
