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30 March 2009 @ 12:35 am
Of ramen and such  
Even though I've had real ramen now, I still like having instant from time to time. Maybe it's all the preservatives and crap they put in it--I'm so used to having them in my diet that I need an infusion every once in a while.

A few days ago when I went to Thanks, I was walking out with bags in my arms when I saw two guys on the other side of the door. Spikey hair, black and red clothes, chains, sullen expressions, the works. I was a little curious what they would do when they saw me, but they were coming in the door that I was going out, so I held the door open for them. When they saw me, their sullen expressions vanished and they started grinning.

They said, "Hello!" and bowed, so I said, "Hello" and bowed.

And they said, "Thank you!" and bowed, so I said, "You're welcome!" and bowed.

Then they said, "Thank you!" and bowed, so I said, "You're welcome!" and bowed.

After that they said, "Nice to meet you!" and bowed, so I said, "Likewise!" and bowed. Then they went inside and I went back to my car. Note that other that the fact that this was in English, this sort of conversation isn't really a rarity in Japan.

softlykarou and I went to 宮島 Miyajima, literally "Shrine Island," last weekend. Some people might know the famous "floating torii" of Itskushima Shrine, which is built out over the water, a legacy of the time when commoners were banned from setting foot on the sacred island and had to approach the shrine by boat. It looks somewhat less impressive in person than it does in the pictures, mainly because all the pictures carefully screen out the view of Hiroshima you can see over the bay. It's also less impressive at low tide, but it still looks quite pretty for all that. The most interesting part of the shrine to me, though, was the Japanese wedding in progress there when we went. We also found a museum dedicated to the island's history down a small side street. Most of it was in Japanese, and the few signs in English were of less than stellar syntactical quality, there was a nice series of paintings depicting a struggle between two daimyo during the 16th century.

I start my new job on Wednesday. I'm a little nervous--I haven't really done lesson planning on any major scale before. I know they aren't going to throw me into teaching the moment I get there, and it's apparently only 24 class-hours per week, but...well, we'll see, I suppose.
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