Because we eat rice for breakfast most mornings, we like some variety in our toppings. Matthew usually eats some combination of nattou
, soy sauce, and aonori
(finely ground seaweed that comes in a shaker), maybe with an egg, while I have umeboshi
or milk and honey. Now, thanks to one of his students, we have a brand new bag:
It's Gohan Desu Yo!
, literally "It's Cooked Rice!" Gohan Desu Yo!
is a seaweed-based condiment, lightly sweetened and flavored with small amounts of fruit and other stuff. You scoop it out of the jar with your chopsticks and mix little bits of it in with your rice for a nice, savory, seaweedy flavor. It's pretty addictive; I was actually glad to get off my milk-and-honey kick so that I could eat it. It's also a lot of fun to go around saying Gohan Desu Yo!
We both already wear glasses, so we don't need to worry about this
According to a common stereotype, the Japanese are a reserved, unfailingly polite people. They are loath to disrupt harmony, and consequently refrain from saying things that could offend someone, even to the point of talking completely around a possible point of contention. So it's always surprising to me when we're showing our small photo album from America to people we meet, and one of their first comments is some variation of: "Wow, you guys used to be kind of chunky, didn't you?"
In America, such a comment generally would be regarded as clueless at best and completely boorish at worst. Here, those topics seem to be rather common bits of small talk, along with your apparent state of health. "Hey, you're not looking so good these days. How's the family?" Then again, I'm sure there are things Americans talk about openly that would take a Japanese person aback.
We're not offended by the questions, and are in fact kind of happy that people ask them ¡½ it makes us feel more like part of the community and less like outsiders. Although I'm not sure what to make of the door-to-door solicitors who exhorted me to hang in there (Ganbatte ne!) after learning that we have no children. I suppose it's a step up from the usual condolences about about our presumed infertility.
Hey, remember this bit of bloggery
from way back?
One particular type, however, strikes fear in me as an American: loudspeaker trucks advertising candidates in upcoming elections.
Well, the campaign trucks started making their rounds yesterday morning, driving back and forth across the bridges spanning the Waga River. They are manned by multiple people: one drives, the others take turns announcing the candidates' names and requesting votes in the most formal of Japanese registers. And the non-drivers wave to passersby, their fluorescent-jacket-clad arms sticking out of the windows. All day long, and into the evening. The past two days, multiple candidates' cars have been out at the same time, resulting in a cacophonous mingling of messages. At one point late yesterday, they were competing with the ishiyakiimo
(stone-grilled sweet potato) truck.Campaign laws
in Japan apparently limit rather strictly the number of printed materials and television and radio ads that candidates can have. As a result, they focus more on building local support by direct interaction. And using the loudspeaker trucks. Fortunately, the campaigning only lasts about twelve days, so we'll soon be back to the normal sounds
If I could vote, I'd vote for the ishiyakiimo
Here is Geto Ski Area
as seen from our house, day and night. (They offer night skiing and snowboarding on some of the slopes.)
Matthew went off to work the past two days bearing cookies for girls. Why? Today is White Day in Japan, the day when men reciprocate for gifts women gave them on Valentine's Day. Women don't have to be involved with someone to give him a gift; they can give gifts, frequently of homemade chocolates, to boyfriends, co-workers, or just friends. Or teachers. Or crushes, which can lead to disappointment.
Men have two categories of gifts to choose from: honmei
gifts, or the main gifts like jewelry, and giri
gifts, or the "runner-up gifts." As you might expect, the honmei
gift goes to a guy's significant other. The giri
gifts go to those women whose Valentine's gifts he feels obligated to reciprocate. According to the Japan Times
, it is customary for men to spend three times the value of the Valentine's Day gift on each White Day gift. (Which makes me wonder how they figure that out. Isn't it kind of gauche to leave the price tag hanging around?) Wouldn't it feel weird to give a guy you really liked some homemade chocolates, only to get a thousand yen confection in return?
So, the two of Matthew's students and the neighbor who gave him gifts got cookies today, while his loving wife . . . did not. I didn't really understand how the holiday worked, so I didn't get him anything on V-Day, thereby acing myself out of cookies. Apparently, sharing my beer
didn't count as a gift. Damn.
Santa Claus's Regular Job
Contrary to what you might have heard
, Santa Claus runs a perfectly respectable cleaning business in Oshu City, Japan, during the offseason:
I'm no businessperson, but it seems to me that the name of your establishment should answer more questions than it raises:
Last night, I made kitsune udon
is the Japanese word for "fox." Legend has it that foxes love aburaage
, or deep-fried sheets of tofu, hence the name. I think it's because the triangles of aburaage
look like fox ears in the bowl.
That's tofu-ya aburaage
, by the way. Doesn't it look amazing?
Karaoke: Competition and Workout
We've experienced karaoke in Japan enough times now to think that it's substantively different from karaoke in America. In America, it seems that people usually do it as an ironic or goofy thing. Here, it's a sincere form of entertainment. Or possibly sport ¡½ people practice, and some systems have scoring based on rhythm and pitch. Most of our Japanese friends do quite well, scoring in the 75% - 90% range. We're not that good; maybe we need more practice within our respective repertoires (Matthew prefers punk and rock; my specialties are Britpop and Songs Clay Aiken Performed on American Idol
.). Or maybe we need repertoires of Japanese songs to be competitive.
Karaoke isn't just a competition, it's also a workout. At the end of each song, some systems tell you the number of calories burned performing it. We're not sure how accurate the calorie count is, though. For example, one system claims that a midtempo Japanese enka
song uses more energy than the Offspring's "Why Don't You Get A Job?" On the other hand, it's good to know that karaoke has health benefits beyond making one's life a bit happier, and since I can't Jazzercise
in Kitakami, maybe it's the next best thing.
The colorfully lit street of vendors at Inukko Matsuri