Pushing Softly

It's the middle of spring break for Japanese students. They get about two weeks off before their new school year kicks in. But teachers and staff get nothing off. You'd think maybe just one week, or even a long weekend. But no. Every day.

I guess in Japan, it almost makes sense. They only get two weeks to get ready for a new school year, a crop of new students, changes to the curriculum, new responsibilities. For the most part, we ALTs do not have anything to do. We could clean our desks (will do this week) plan lessons (tricky because we don't know our schedule) or come up with games for the occasional free day (not a bad idea). But overall there is very little to do.

Usually, to kill time we sit at our desks and browse the Web or study Japanese. Often we do this with our own laptops brought from home. But I have grown tired of bringing it, and today I am starting a spring break experiment.

After checking in down at the staff room and stamping the attendance book, I quietly moved to the third floor of the international building, a computer lab. Here, I can study or surf in peace and quiet and relative freedom.

I have done this without asking, because I feel in this case asking would only shift responsibility to someone else, who would in turn have to ask someone else, and pretty soon there would be a mini-conference about whether or not I can be here.

If someone comes to use this room, I'll leave. If someone needs me for something, I'll find out as I check in occasionally throughout the day.

This is the plan.

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Another plan was to visit the gym for a workout after school, but I have been thrown a curve ball. My main bike has a flat tire which I have yet to fix, so I am using our Backup Auxiliary Bike, which is old and crappy and falling apart.

Well this morning, the Backup Auxiliary Bike decided to make a tremendous whaling sound for each revolution of the pedals. This means anyone from rice farmers to toddlers playing in the front yard can here me coming from meters away.

I am not sure I can handle the 20-minute ride to the gym with the bike making all this noise. I could try another experiment -- seeking out the use of the school's workout equipment ... but can I really break that much new ground in one day?

Barbecue Season is Upon Us

Oops. Another period of blog neglect.

Rather than looking back, I'll look ahead.

It's spring, but one last grip of cold air has settled in.

It will give way soon, which means cherry blossoms in bloom and the beginning for one of my favorite times of year here: barbecue season.

The first such event will be this Sunday, when the Nanaimo (our regular bar) crowd comes out for an afternoon "hanami" party which literally means flower-viewing. Really it just means we set up a big barbecue in a park full of cherry trees and eat and drink and throw (or kick) the ball (or disc) around.

Spring, in all its moderate-temperature glory, quickly fades to summer, and its loathsome heat. Throughout, the barbecue season continues. A saving grace of sorts, a reason to get outside and be social despite the unhealthy addiction to the powerful air conditioner in the living room.

Drape a damp towel around your neck.

Sweat, drink and be merry.

The 'Curse of the Colonel" ... or ... Kentucky Fried Tigers

Let's start with the hook: Yesterday in Osaka, construction workers recovered a statue of Colonel Sanders from the Dotonbori River, where it had been resting and collecting muck for 24 years.

How did he get there? In 1985, the Hanshin Tigers -- the most popular baseball team in the area -- won the Japan Series, throwing fans into a frenzy. Fans dressed to resemble players from the Tigers' roster dived into the very dirty river in central Osaka. But there was nobody around who looked like American slugger Randy Bass.

Nobody, that is, except The Colonel, who like Bass was not Japanese and had a beard.

Naturally, the horde of fans elected to uproot a statue of The Colonel from a nearby KFC chain store (of course they have KFC) and toss it into the river.

But ever since that victory nearly a quarter century ago, the Tigers have fallen flat, failing to win another championship. It was dubbed the Curse of the Colonel, becoming a major sports urban legend in Japan.

Now, with the chicken baron's resuce, diehard fans are predicting a turn of fortune for the Tigers. A KFC Japan spokesman even wants to erect the statue somewhere in the team's famed Koshien Statium (maybe left field?).

Now, looking ahead to the start of the proper baseball season, we can watch closely to see if the Curse really is over. I'll go a step further. If the Tigers don't win it all this season, I say the statue goes right back into the river for another 24 years.

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Here now is a Japanese news report on the events:

Puffy and Potent, Delicious but Deadly

There aren't many dishes that could kill you if prepared incorrectly.

Sure, a lifetime of fast food and soda will kill you slowly, but I'm talking about something more sudden.

I'm talking about paralysis. You can't move or speak, but you're still awake, until you die from asphyxiation.

The meal is question if pufferfish (alternatively blowfish), called fugu in Japanese.

Naturally, the fact that it could be lethal only adds to its popularity.

The poison resides in the fugu's internal organs and skin. Only licensed chefs who have undergone rigorous training can prepare fugu for the general public.

Last week, at the end-of-school-year party for the English department, we dined on this potentially-deadly delicacy.


It was an all-fugu, multi-course meal, washed down with beer and a Japanese liquor called schochu.

We started off with a small bowl featuring heavily flavored fugu skin. Keep in mind the skin is poisonous. We're pretty sure there was a little poison in there, because we felt some tingling after this first course. Sure enough, Wikipedia confirms that sometimes a little poison is left in on purpose to give this tingly sensation.

Next was the raw slices (pictured above), which are clear enough to see the pattern of the plate they're laid upon. This sashimi course was excellent. Now, I've had a lot of raw meat since moving here. Some is good (I like the squid), some I can barely stomach (chicken. Yes, raw chicken). The fugu, however, was quite tasty and the best raw meat I've had to date. Each of those little slices are made into a small little roll with some small vegetable add-ons, dipped in a nice sauce and consumed.



Next came the fried course. As expected, it was good, but the bits of bone were a bit difficult to deal with and I think I preferred the raw stuff (never thought I'd say that).

Finally came fugu nabe, which is a big pot of veggies and meat that you cook right at the table. This was also very good, and what was left over was combined with rice to make a wonderful soup-like final dish for the meal.

At the end of the night and $70 later (fugu isn't cheap), we rode the train home full, a little buzzed and glad to be alive.

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