tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116440532024-03-15T03:13:11.089+09:00Jamie Lives in TokyoThis record of events was established in 2005 when our three person family was residing cozily in a downtown Tokyo studio. We have since grown to five members and after many wonderful years in the suburbs of Chicago, we've returned to Tokyo. My husband and I both work full time; my name is Jamie and I'm the author of this blog!
Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.comBlogger778125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-64660967859058312972018-11-09T09:52:00.003+09:002018-11-09T09:52:46.990+09:00Cooking with Dad over Fire<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Happy Birthday to my Dad! </span></div>
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Here is a photo, not great or flattering but important as it accurately represents me and Dad doing stuff. Whenever Dad and I try to do stuff, we do it! But we usually have to change our approach several times and we often end up laughing and/or frustrated along the way. </div>
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This year, it was amazing to have Dad and Mom in Japan with us for three months. Last year when they came for one month, I thought, "That was really great but it will never happen again". Oh me of little faith! Instead, they were able to take an opportunity to be at Yamanaka Chalet near Mount Fuji as caretakers. Since they were 106 km away (66 miles) and this is Japan, we were two or three hours of travel apart, but for us that was "ONLY 2-3 hours of travel, and we can be together!".</div>
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While they were here, I was out of the country for a month of study in Bangkok, and prior to that, my school schedule kept us from spending as much time as I would have liked. But all was redeemed when we had a solid week together just before they left on July 30th. </div>
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Returning to this photo, Dad and I discovered that barbequeing with charcoal is not our thing. We tried numerous times and with various methods, but in the end, we had to admit defeat. A plain old fire with a grill over it was more our speed. And I am glad, "get a barbeque and become a person who grills meat outdoors" is off my bucket list. I don't want to cook stuff outside unless it's over a good old fashioned fire, with Dad. </div>
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Come back to the Land of the Rising Sun soon, we are waiting for you! </div>
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We went to a Halloween party last night. No big deal; we used to go to three or four Halloween gatherings every year. But, Halloween is not celebrated here in Japan, at least not the same way as in the US. So since we've been here, for the last four Halloweens, I've quite missed the way we used to celebrate it. </div>
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Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-12285723978817529062016-04-03T18:47:00.000+09:002016-04-08T05:14:39.751+09:00What I Learned March 2016*Just as cars need gas to carry passengers onward, so I need podcasts to accomplish housework. It's been a year since I started listening to podcasts regularly, but my consumption has increased lately. The place should be much cleaner than it is, actually....these are my favorites:<br>
<a href="http://www.sortaawesomeshow.com/">Sorta Awesome</a><br>
I love this show, hosted by fellow <a href="https://www.16personalities.com/enfp-personality">ENFP</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/SortaCrunchy/">Megan Tietz</a>, because I've been a fan of Megan's for years and years from back when she had a blog called Sorta Crunchy. I still miss her blog but I'm thankful she's found a new venue for creative expression in podcasting. Most of the below podcasts I've learned to love, I found through SortaAwesome!<br>
<a href="http://www.aslobcomesclean.com/">A Slob Comes Clean</a><br>
So meta of me to love listening to this while I attempt to clean, and so right. My only complaint with this podcast is that its host, Dana White, won't come right out and confess her Myers Briggs type. Very clever. But I can tell by her tagline, "As I figure out how to keep my own home under control, I share the truth about cleaning and organizing strategies that actually work in real life for real people (who don't like cleaning and organizing)!" she is not an <a href="http://www.mypersonality.info/personality-types/sj-temperament/">SJ</a> (no offense, SJ friends, the world needs you and so do I).<br>
<a href="http://knoxandjamie.com/">The Popcast</a><br>
This is a show about American pop culture. Though I'm American, I live in Tokyo so I don't even know what's going on in American pop culture. Wait. Now I do, because I listen to this show. I feel like Knox and Jamie (OK, the real reason I love this show is because the host has a great name....) have the kind of hilarious conversation I want to have with friends. That statement suggests I don't have friends. I do. But life is happening, and not everyone is as enamored of humorous conversation as I. Someday I hope to have more friends who love to yak at length about all kinds of things, but until then, I have this podcast.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioLiz_rkDKzM2aGrgXk9Il97JdUf0RDPRCibRIvEdAziUvtc_2WbO76bqOFWxu2rbT0B1QSXs4V4TckMzxTYQSHr5Q6fKtJcWd9Tn2sEeIYu4VtUPVbfsnGl7Kxw8z_74xO3V3jQ/s640/blogger-image-938459713.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioLiz_rkDKzM2aGrgXk9Il97JdUf0RDPRCibRIvEdAziUvtc_2WbO76bqOFWxu2rbT0B1QSXs4V4TckMzxTYQSHr5Q6fKtJcWd9Tn2sEeIYu4VtUPVbfsnGl7Kxw8z_74xO3V3jQ/s640/blogger-image-938459713.jpg"></a></div><br>
<div>*<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Endings are hard and weird. This past month, Misaki graduated from Nadeshiko Yochien (3 year Japanese preschool/kindergarten) and Koji graduated from his club basketball team, Tokyo Kashiwaba. Being involved with these two things has been enormous for our family over the last three years, and seeing them come to an end is strange and somewhat sad. From a logistical and practical standpoint, I won't miss rushing Misaki to school on the back of my bike every morning. That was chaotic. And all of us will always treasure Kashiwaba for teaching Koji to love basketball, but honestly, we might also enjoy doing other things on Saturdays. In other words, these two big endings we marked with Koji's graduation ceremony on the 12th and Misaki's on the 17th, are just like life: bitter and sweet.</span></div>
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*<a href="https://bluebottlecoffee.com/our-story">Blue Bottle Coffee</a> is delicious. A friend and I dragged her two and my three kids to <a href="https://bluebottlecoffee.com/cafes/kiyosumi">this location</a> while we were on our way to the <a href="http://www.mot-art-museum.jp/eng/exhibition/PIXAR30.html">Pixar Exhibition</a>. We waited forty minutes to get our latte and cappucino, respectively, and it was worth it. (see photo evidence below) Bonus: while we were there, we saw the founder of Blue Bottle!? He just happened to be in town? <i>Dear <a href="https://bluebottlecoffee.com/our-story">James Freeman</a>, please let your next Tokyo location be Higashi Kurume. Our city bird is the <a href="http://c8.alamy.com/comp/DN5X55/azure-winged-magpie-DN5X55.jpg">Azure Winged Magpie</a>, and you know that's a fancy way of saying "Blue Bird." We are destined to be together with your amazing coffee! I know I should have presented this plea in person when I saw you at the Kiyosumi location last week, but I saw you before I drank your delectable coffee and realized who you were. So please, forgive me. I will help you look for locations! Your new fan, JM</i></div>
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*I can do hard things. Since I started working at <a href="https://caj.or.jp/">Christian Academy in Japan</a> (CAJ) 21 months ago, I've needed to fulfill some professional development requirements. The first one, which was to read five books, write up a six page paper and watch a couple of hours of video, felt very daunting. It took months longer than I thought it should have, but this past month, I finished it!! Patting myself on the back...and giving myself a push, now I have to get on with the next one.<br>
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</div>Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-62566030873513383662016-04-03T17:28:00.001+09:002016-04-03T17:28:33.416+09:00Kid ComplimentsOut of the blue tonight, I received a flurry of compliments from Misaki. We had come home from a wrestling match at CAJ. Though it was 8 pm and most everyone had some semblance of dinner, they needed another. I started producing some burritos, and then I heard, <div>"Mama, you have a good brain". </div><div>"Thank you!" I said. "Why do you say that?" </div><div>"Because" she said. "You know where we are even if you can't see us". </div><div><br></div><div>As if that weren't enough, she went on to wax effusive about the burritos. A note: it's not as though they were gourmet by restaurant standard . In fact, they were pretty hodgepodge. Taco meat, white beans, cheese.... But also rice and cauliflower.....</div><div>"These burritos are way better than store burritos, Mama, " She said. </div><div><br></div><div>Feeling some extra love tonight!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoTxYKk6oIlX5vidaaxD1KzXHdGquiQAw_cgBgQpJs_1iEw3TvWSUJasAQrWUW3qRuoHIxasgc3QvuVCRjsanHqHW2VnFhaTWubPiyagPlJmkW8mMo9rT1Vc2jGULJhyphenhyphenFRYxk6XA/s640/blogger-image-1828911907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoTxYKk6oIlX5vidaaxD1KzXHdGquiQAw_cgBgQpJs_1iEw3TvWSUJasAQrWUW3qRuoHIxasgc3QvuVCRjsanHqHW2VnFhaTWubPiyagPlJmkW8mMo9rT1Vc2jGULJhyphenhyphenFRYxk6XA/s640/blogger-image-1828911907.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-26856381588818481422016-01-20T22:31:00.001+09:002016-01-20T22:31:27.470+09:00Shoe Magic<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">(Note that there are no game photos here because I only took video during the game....)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Usc2g76s1Q_UYg8kjFzyvOoD722VOHprG4N7j_AtRjhPaLk7cRgQk_LzdvXh2sPgg42QU4J_Pv89ZENdSlkGlr4kYCPOu3TRTQN34eItSYRdtXuTTxcOaPJI8wopCVkVC95biA/s640/blogger-image--1951518618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Usc2g76s1Q_UYg8kjFzyvOoD722VOHprG4N7j_AtRjhPaLk7cRgQk_LzdvXh2sPgg42QU4J_Pv89ZENdSlkGlr4kYCPOu3TRTQN34eItSYRdtXuTTxcOaPJI8wopCVkVC95biA/s640/blogger-image--1951518618.jpg"></a></div></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Or more like practice magic. Koji's been playing basketball on a local club team for two and a half years. Furthermore, he got some fancy Stephen Curry Under Armour shoes for Christmas. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Well, today he had his third game as a sixth grade member of the CAJ B team. Thanks to his years of practice (and his new shoes?!) when his team was down by one with 15 seconds in the fourth quarter, he had the skills to put in a jump shot and win the game. It was exciting! I'm a proud basketball mom. </span></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKIKRpATWxzG_GXEpe6NBfdA7s5T27QWoEZpgZeAkn1EGzZAfM0nQ4e2JrvPZZ9FznBvMkTyZhLqsTnby7861kZ4LvQ_OfAlLQYf_WVg5UD-FGGllCUBOucJirUqhyphenhyphenWINif1MsQ/s640/blogger-image-582217066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKIKRpATWxzG_GXEpe6NBfdA7s5T27QWoEZpgZeAkn1EGzZAfM0nQ4e2JrvPZZ9FznBvMkTyZhLqsTnby7861kZ4LvQ_OfAlLQYf_WVg5UD-FGGllCUBOucJirUqhyphenhyphenWINif1MsQ/s640/blogger-image-582217066.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Tanya and I played middle school basketball together at CAJ, and now ours sons are! I never would have imagined. But I love it! </span></div><br></div>Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-27464275286778380792016-01-17T22:55:00.001+09:002016-01-17T22:55:40.255+09:00At Local India<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPTX9_REtWXuJYI8F926yKar-y336KQCqVGMRmbx5kz__mFo0eu-p7VCe0TYIz955FxXX3CxO_vHGGfKbbRwnvmHlD3pyggLPaIKl63V1en7li_BjvIl_b1KnD3yfOh_z9NGN7Fw/s640/blogger-image-1826982930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPTX9_REtWXuJYI8F926yKar-y336KQCqVGMRmbx5kz__mFo0eu-p7VCe0TYIz955FxXX3CxO_vHGGfKbbRwnvmHlD3pyggLPaIKl63V1en7li_BjvIl_b1KnD3yfOh_z9NGN7Fw/s640/blogger-image-1826982930.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">How spicy is your Indian curry? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-34575888662424036602016-01-15T22:17:00.001+09:002016-01-15T22:17:32.924+09:00Nose to the Grindstone<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQDjvDPNfIJO-qLtJF2oFAancg0oZbjeJid5YpqW4L8d8XRniaq2voD8FwtsQwGzzgDOKYfr4OfhXVp_pjHt_sJcsii3DaFumFa0xpBYmChBuXHTIMDd2WKd7gRBLIb0GTV0SkQ/s640/blogger-image-1770163789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQDjvDPNfIJO-qLtJF2oFAancg0oZbjeJid5YpqW4L8d8XRniaq2voD8FwtsQwGzzgDOKYfr4OfhXVp_pjHt_sJcsii3DaFumFa0xpBYmChBuXHTIMDd2WKd7gRBLIb0GTV0SkQ/s640/blogger-image-1770163789.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">First full week of school in a month! Two weeks completely off for break but the week before and the week after were also not ordinary with Christmas events, parties, and half days. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So I salute you, exhausted kindergarteners! You did it. You went to school all day every day for five days straight. The strain was quite noticeable today but strain makes us grow, doesn't it? </div>Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-58906093024309913082016-01-11T22:15:00.001+09:002016-01-11T22:15:48.045+09:00Marshmallow SnowmanAs I may have mentioned yesterday, I made an enormous error in putting my contacts in and going to church. This morning I hated to go to work for fear of scaring my students. <div>My eyes were this completely blood red: when I went into the teacher's lounge to take a break, one of my colleagues looked at me and said, "So you've turned to the Dark Side?". Ha! Why yes, watch out for my light saber! </div><div><br></div><div>Koji and his club basketball team had their last big tournament today. As has been the trend for the last two or three tournaments, they were the victims of unfortunate match ups. They really (not just saying this as a proud parent) should have been able to advance to the semifinals. But alas, the third team they played today was just a little stronger than them and they are out. </div><div><br></div><div>We have a winter theme going in Kindergarten right now. Do you want to build a snowman? </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFlRn_zr3F3pMTUiwqH3RO0_Dv12uqmhEuRcNmtYhFJqGfqAwlZXLEkBkSJbrhzMFCfEL8S_X7IlwYx5Otna56IBmgwWbBHJQhK_EzTKR3R5OzCstLvh-W2NaWEJESsM6i9fzd_Q/s640/blogger-image--1407326704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFlRn_zr3F3pMTUiwqH3RO0_Dv12uqmhEuRcNmtYhFJqGfqAwlZXLEkBkSJbrhzMFCfEL8S_X7IlwYx5Otna56IBmgwWbBHJQhK_EzTKR3R5OzCstLvh-W2NaWEJESsM6i9fzd_Q/s640/blogger-image--1407326704.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-84385152990467632442016-01-10T22:40:00.001+09:002016-01-10T22:40:32.932+09:00Monster TranslatorThere was a need for translation help at church today and I was happy to do it. But the truth is, for now, my flesh is weak. Really weak. I'm not fully recovered from the infected head syndrome of last week. Impatient with myself, I decided it would be fine to put in my contacts this morning. <div>My poor eyeballs. By lunchtime, I was in pain. I hadn't even thought to bring my glasses along. I took one of my contacts out so I could continue catching up with a friend. But it was too little, too late, and now I'm back where I started, my eyes blood red and aching. And yes, tomorrow is a Japanese holiday but school is on. </div><div>No time like today for digging into the lovely stock of Trader Joe's goods Mom sent for Christmas. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPuzmjDNpGBAMy1LYXgf2XIkItggt3WEIWRr26WvJXY2e9ri7c77BE36uGfu7nH66-meaPaYhB83G7VW8O6HxDfhqyFp2Czdy1KLaqdQUAqKaMIb8fg_PygIykUv9ykgGLFoTR-w/s640/blogger-image-1187198348.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPuzmjDNpGBAMy1LYXgf2XIkItggt3WEIWRr26WvJXY2e9ri7c77BE36uGfu7nH66-meaPaYhB83G7VW8O6HxDfhqyFp2Czdy1KLaqdQUAqKaMIb8fg_PygIykUv9ykgGLFoTR-w/s640/blogger-image-1187198348.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Trader Joe's macaroni and cheese, plus kimchi tofu soup. What? Not a common combo at your house?! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I pray that when I wake up tomorrow, the color of my eyes will not so closely resemble the color of this soup...</div><br></div>Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-50882100199823594022016-01-07T22:20:00.001+09:002016-01-07T22:20:48.112+09:00Elderberry Syrup<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0UFpYqtHuFxiv_H29ILfiudFW-j-4L7sfZOaUG3VgS04MF3y5Ff0ls8nK-ZvHqt6WrKDQvu3h_iIQjFxRzo6Xl9bjzeaG2x6y4iYeH8lkpKDyfqnIuCY0sdkLgIGqyJoN0LnoGg/s640/blogger-image--1958604070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0UFpYqtHuFxiv_H29ILfiudFW-j-4L7sfZOaUG3VgS04MF3y5Ff0ls8nK-ZvHqt6WrKDQvu3h_iIQjFxRzo6Xl9bjzeaG2x6y4iYeH8lkpKDyfqnIuCY0sdkLgIGqyJoN0LnoGg/s640/blogger-image--1958604070.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I made this yesterday. I used Wellness Mama's recipe but I put too much honey in this time. Best tasting medicine ever! </div>Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-81089900518789080942016-01-06T23:27:00.001+09:002016-01-06T23:27:08.606+09:00Medical LeaveThankfully my work place has made generous provision for illness. I had to take advantage of it today and it looks like I'll have to do the same tomorrow. I call this illness "head infection," although for that to be a perfectly accurate description, I'd need afflicted sinuses. Fortunately, all I'm dealing with is ringing near aftermath of a double ear infection and an infected right eye that gives me a monster face. Guess it's just too hard for me to hold back the sarcasm. <div><br></div><div>The straight truth is, I'm pretty sick. My in laws and our friends the H Family were lifesavers today, taking care of the girls so I could rest. I tried to rest. I think I was somewhat successful. I took a short nap, I watched a documentary called "Angry Sky," and in fulfillment of a long time wish, I bought the TV series Firefly and watched the pilot episode. </div><div><br></div><div>Enough about me, how is everyone else out there? I'm feeling disconnected! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwG1YEd-IzMJULY_9QjM09vmSLy84zG1HtJ_M1BvaMaSDH6mJWaYrUce9unYLjxl418kytqAngUVLicUs_OpADtL7xJMAqTiy83KxBFthxi-cwILQ-bt1ILfhIxEvDuTK55lOUqg/s640/blogger-image-1051691018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwG1YEd-IzMJULY_9QjM09vmSLy84zG1HtJ_M1BvaMaSDH6mJWaYrUce9unYLjxl418kytqAngUVLicUs_OpADtL7xJMAqTiy83KxBFthxi-cwILQ-bt1ILfhIxEvDuTK55lOUqg/s640/blogger-image-1051691018.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-12299037593085020922016-01-05T23:05:00.001+09:002016-01-05T23:05:11.307+09:00To the DoctorDear Dr. T, <div>Thank you for being open today, January 5th. Last year at this same time, when I was suffering from the same affliction, you were still on New Year's holiday. </div><div>It's hard for me to write this without coming across sarcastically, so I'll switch to question format: </div><div>1. Why do you personally have to re-ask me each question on the "Have You/Do You?" form? Wouldn't that be a great way to occupy the two nurses that were standing there? </div><div>2. Same for your notes, Doctor. Why not let someone else take notes? What do you do with those, anyway? Why such excruciating detail? </div><div>3. Is it really helpful to prepare a detailed graph that shows how much hearing loss I'm experiencing? I came to you because I don't like this and want to change it. </div><div><br></div><div>Well. Enough suggestions on what you could consider changing. In the end, you gave me antibiotics. Generally I'm opposed but this nasty double ear infection really has me down and out. </div><div>Thank you, Doctor T</div><div>Your new patient, </div><div>Jamie Matsuoka</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHZimLdCofRGRw58wcmapEuqUVeWp7JHWGKEPFj4Awo26Kb5LFo0hyphenhypheniq2q6PxwG4n9P-aTCg-Fx1YbYF0-fGL9QkAfU1Wvq4NoWcO_Gp0THrITsp4ZfnrzO3nXM_8iO5ai18wMw/s640/blogger-image--1689216691.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHZimLdCofRGRw58wcmapEuqUVeWp7JHWGKEPFj4Awo26Kb5LFo0hyphenhypheniq2q6PxwG4n9P-aTCg-Fx1YbYF0-fGL9QkAfU1Wvq4NoWcO_Gp0THrITsp4ZfnrzO3nXM_8iO5ai18wMw/s640/blogger-image--1689216691.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-67179624380990549432016-01-04T22:17:00.001+09:002016-01-04T22:17:31.377+09:00Cast Your Bread Upon the WaterWhen I was growing up in the 1970's, my parents, and therefore I, loved a Christian band called The Imperials. Ever heard of them? I think if given the opportunity, I could still sing all their songs. <div>They had a song about casting your bread on the water, and it will come back to you. I don't recall being an extremely deep thinking child. So I would bellow along happily when the song came piping from the cassette player. </div><div>I don't remember stopping to ponder--perhaps lacking adult cynicism?--how it would be possible for bread that would turn soggy and drown when waterlogged to then be returned to its owner in any kind of desirable state. </div><div>In any case, here is the source of the song: </div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="chapter-2" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;"><span class="text Eccl-11-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; position: relative;"><br></span></span></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="chapter-2" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;"><span class="text Eccl-11-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; position: relative;">"Cast your bread upon the waters,</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Eccl-11-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; position: relative;"><span class="crossreference" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-17515B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)" data-cr="#cen-ESV-17515B" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; vertical-align: top; top: 0px;"></span>for you will find it after many days."</span></span></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="indent-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;"><span class="text Eccl-11-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; position: relative;">Ecclesiastes 11:1</span></span></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="indent-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;"><span class="text Eccl-11-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; position: relative;"><br></span></span></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="indent-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;"><span class="text Eccl-11-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; position: relative;">Hm. I thought there was a clear connection between this verse and a story I wanted to tell. I'm not so sure now but I'll go on with the story anyway. </span></span></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="indent-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;"><span class="text Eccl-11-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; position: relative;">When we were living in Skokie about four and a half years ago, I became very interested in healthy, natural eating. One result was that I started to make my own kombucha. I loved it. I never knew for sure if it truly boosted my health but I felt better about drinking it than standard soft drinks. </span></span></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="indent-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;">When we came here, because the starter culture necessary to make kombucha is "alive," I assumed I couldn't bring it along. Since, I've scoured Tokyo for bottled kombucha, and/or someone who would share a starter. </span></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="indent-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;">I actually got a starter from a friend several months ago, and I was/am excited to have it. But the brewing process is a bit involved in the front end and I just haven't gotten started. </span></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="indent-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;">My point is, I was surprised, delighted and feeling like I had "found my bread" when I discovered this in Aeon Mall about a week ago: </span></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="indent-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;"><br></span></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="indent-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;"><br></span></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="indent-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;"><span class="text Eccl-11-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; position: relative;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLiM5Ue5Bh3ZrrftibdgYfEy3_7GoPNzWVCoXN8BQ-jTyfBHr0_M_1RFQKFMv2KQywkIK_WfinJMxn4q-smUYamhd_pwk-sV2TAeBFha17zVePqGw15UITHDz3bbOEdCVCyqGsZg/s640/blogger-image--1876622788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLiM5Ue5Bh3ZrrftibdgYfEy3_7GoPNzWVCoXN8BQ-jTyfBHr0_M_1RFQKFMv2KQywkIK_WfinJMxn4q-smUYamhd_pwk-sV2TAeBFha17zVePqGw15UITHDz3bbOEdCVCyqGsZg/s640/blogger-image--1876622788.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Just drank it tonight (hoping it would help with the nasty sickness hopping me) and it was delicious! In summary, I'm sure the connection is tenuous and far fetched but I'm going for it. Kombucha now reminds me of The Imperials.....</div><br></span></span></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="indent-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;"><span class="text Eccl-11-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; position: relative;"><br></span></span></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="indent-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;"><span class="text Eccl-11-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; position: relative;"><br></span></span></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="indent-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased;"><span class="text Eccl-11-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; position: relative;"><br></span></span></span></div>Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-82531485629649928502016-01-03T22:59:00.001+09:002016-01-03T22:59:44.877+09:00New Year, Old FriendsAogu's oldest--longest?--friend, nicknamed "Yatchan," has been in Saitama on a work assignment since October. It's a big deal for him. He's from the countryside beyond Kumamoto, where he's stayed since he and Aogu were in church and elementary school together as small boys. He has a family, three kids just a bit older than ours, but he never imagined himself working in the big city. <div>God has brought him here now, and we've been fortunate to spend time with him on a few different Sundays when he's been able to visit church. Today we were privileged to visit with him and his whole family, who flew up for a short visit to Tokyo. </div><div>Honestly, I had a different agenda for today. But this morning, I felt compelled to change my plan and head off to church instead. Thankfully! </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6WDDRMc2fUSGvS0rCVCS_TOxI_gJTdZreuMHcfB4Jlnk1E-cRzmeSdO4MsZlD0O9-q49dlUfjrPub-DyligvNOUKjh1OvM2_wTAGpqsQuLTXVfQOGkgrYrrLnT8U12HNUn-CX5A/s640/blogger-image-35901757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6WDDRMc2fUSGvS0rCVCS_TOxI_gJTdZreuMHcfB4Jlnk1E-cRzmeSdO4MsZlD0O9-q49dlUfjrPub-DyligvNOUKjh1OvM2_wTAGpqsQuLTXVfQOGkgrYrrLnT8U12HNUn-CX5A/s640/blogger-image-35901757.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My brother-in-law Ken had prepared some verses in envelopes to be "otoshidama" (usually money that is handed to children at New Year's. It was interesting to hear each person read his or her verse. One woman who is often tearful in worship got a verse that said something like, "Don't cry anymore, dry your tears!". </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I got this verse: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">“This is what the Sovereign Lord, the Holy One of Israel, says: “In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength...."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Isaiah 30:15 NIV</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">http://bible.com/111/isa.30.15.niv</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The timing of this seems not coincidental. I've known I need more adult conversation, and that need continues. But I also recognize, perhaps for the first time? that I also need quietness and rest. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I will need so much help and wisdom from God to know how to engage it, but this feels like a call to get started. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anticipating. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-43536557205394223162016-01-02T21:40:00.001+09:002016-01-02T21:40:11.428+09:00Selfie StickSo. My friend Chris says telling yourself "I did ______ and I'm amazing" will speed one along towards further accomplishments in life. <div><br></div><div>Well, I bought a selfie stick and I'm amazing. </div><div><br></div><div>And actually, it may well promote further accomplishments in my life. Because I frequently want to take photos of those I'm with. And I want to be in them, not for narcissism's sake, truly, but because I value WITH. If you and I were together at a certain place and time, it would heighten my experience to anticipate remembering that moment later. Got that? That sentence contained a bunch of time travel.... </div><div><br></div><div>Anyway, thanks to Flying Tiger in Omotesando, I am now the proud owner of a pink selfie stick. Let the WITHness begin! <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIlv9C-9ZwxdT2ZL4TKfy2oc43fufHCtd-muvUDWnUHukmXy9f7ckQb3An6ykt9DkxpiUnUd5W5QjBn4WxYpLAkNv9_rUWQXtJ9t4Egzgo0jIVWJP4HKKB3GekGrE2brhd6TtlQ/s640/blogger-image-1122740755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIlv9C-9ZwxdT2ZL4TKfy2oc43fufHCtd-muvUDWnUHukmXy9f7ckQb3An6ykt9DkxpiUnUd5W5QjBn4WxYpLAkNv9_rUWQXtJ9t4Egzgo0jIVWJP4HKKB3GekGrE2brhd6TtlQ/s640/blogger-image-1122740755.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Photo taken with Chris and S, with selfie stick</div>Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-35869713213066813122016-01-01T15:24:00.001+09:002016-01-01T23:56:09.857+09:00Happy New Year! 2016 is Here<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIbf9l7eFldYCRNeI55BvUtf_wvLP1KhUd8HtAPAzKIkpSlm4D2lS5dF69ItVN1_1EU2qdO_n_76mrRKlDTSUSZrx5lxA2DMeYd6njNKJAT5pJrjmFiuF39UFuy9F14WrcO5NfsA/s640/blogger-image--1060122487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIbf9l7eFldYCRNeI55BvUtf_wvLP1KhUd8HtAPAzKIkpSlm4D2lS5dF69ItVN1_1EU2qdO_n_76mrRKlDTSUSZrx5lxA2DMeYd6njNKJAT5pJrjmFiuF39UFuy9F14WrcO5NfsA/s640/blogger-image--1060122487.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If only I had actually sat and written each time I thought of sitting and writing in 2015, my book would be off to the publisher by now. I don't necessarily have plans to write a book in 2016 either, but I suppose if I want to write one someday, I ought to practice writing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Ought to sounds dangerously like should, and I'm pretty allergic to should. But I need it because my number of some days grow smaller at an increasingly rapid clip. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So, here goes! </div>Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-82066942554044576352016-01-01T13:37:00.001+09:002016-01-01T14:04:04.812+09:002015 Lookback--January<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">January 1-- 2nd annual ice skating at Toshimaen</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4yqMU253PsFa_K5B7tyTUYEasmsyFq0GYJgPQWxn8HChE8Zmy2FJBVyds2BtxbmAh2gjCNtEIZECgVxYI4cIr6qqnZzxwWn610WGUYIfmPM8NkmTHB1CXSMiW4DMLHZvF14IBg/s640/blogger-image--1274887483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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This is turning into No Post November instead of the National Blog Frequently Month I had hoped for. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anyway, isn't it the pinnacle of boring for a post to elaborate on exactly how much blogging hasn't happened? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On to the clothes, and to hoping (planning would be better than hoping, but me & Planning, we're not BFFs) for a different sort of week to come. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvFQ1GN9zO7VjNwCnsIILT_AS6g87JN4DYUbjctMAbdjkEroY3nFwj4I-fVEGpjBeTOwkgBhOjVKWK1fQWKfq-AEPNIZv7mNMo8TODwlDmMvyhNLZ3kvbDUxHqE6HxU_PR7TNRQ/s640/blogger-image-1967745631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvFQ1GN9zO7VjNwCnsIILT_AS6g87JN4DYUbjctMAbdjkEroY3nFwj4I-fVEGpjBeTOwkgBhOjVKWK1fQWKfq-AEPNIZv7mNMo8TODwlDmMvyhNLZ3kvbDUxHqE6HxU_PR7TNRQ/s640/blogger-image-1967745631.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On this day, I put on a thrifted dress and walked around in it for an hour or two as I was performing morning kid-herding (love my kids, but the AM rush truly holds similarities to trying to make a bunch of wooly mammals go to school). I decided it was a go. I sprinted to the front door, looked down to put my shoes on, and found the front of my dress covered with ???? It was probably water but I couldn't be sure. I was sure the large conspicuous spots were on a level with kindergarten faces. There was nothing for it but changing to this randomness. 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Note to self, the days of bare legs are over for 2014, OK? </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipyMcmVeONl3EhhQ9av_Qv1JNsV8yG5Hh9E9qtYCvwVcUYdff3DDGrf-yncI7MHQ6i_buMg2EmgIu0UxapQjAky6YpjtwTm7XHaQub9jg5IH2OW-01m1SXhQT6oe_EP4zJjp2-RQ/s640/blogger-image-882662341.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipyMcmVeONl3EhhQ9av_Qv1JNsV8yG5Hh9E9qtYCvwVcUYdff3DDGrf-yncI7MHQ6i_buMg2EmgIu0UxapQjAky6YpjtwTm7XHaQub9jg5IH2OW-01m1SXhQT6oe_EP4zJjp2-RQ/s640/blogger-image-882662341.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A wiser me wears tights for school on Monday. But dumb me is still hangs around, preventing me from digging out my hats, so that my ears freeze when I'm on my bike. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhIx4rfd08semrhpuZNp0PkxTFbABm8V9r4bai6we01nb0aVfliKXKAdS-s8rKw_BwKFkVAyOqQJMVHHt9bP2KP1h2K1-A2ChamInnLozIsVACMlNIm37rKtJbdTSpoDnwOJCMgA/s640/blogger-image--2035416859.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhIx4rfd08semrhpuZNp0PkxTFbABm8V9r4bai6we01nb0aVfliKXKAdS-s8rKw_BwKFkVAyOqQJMVHHt9bP2KP1h2K1-A2ChamInnLozIsVACMlNIm37rKtJbdTSpoDnwOJCMgA/s640/blogger-image--2035416859.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lemons match orange, I know because it's citrus season. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Y9JaW4CBVZbo-j_F8nmB7UaQ7JqdaqFAOgp3l5EL7gam77ji6BtuZCoizrddmKVB2V7mw1WhdWsr1Pe9rINqfZpvZD0ION7SnX9w7K1EZa5myU3JRSmwGuEL9QYazvdgvaI9Rg/s640/blogger-image--1340564020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Y9JaW4CBVZbo-j_F8nmB7UaQ7JqdaqFAOgp3l5EL7gam77ji6BtuZCoizrddmKVB2V7mw1WhdWsr1Pe9rINqfZpvZD0ION7SnX9w7K1EZa5myU3JRSmwGuEL9QYazvdgvaI9Rg/s640/blogger-image--1340564020.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This outfit felt pretty pleasing, except I forgot to wear a neck covering to go with my lovely stripey "function of long johns but please pretend with me they are leggings". So, cold neck. Oh, and then there was the way the only other tulle skirt I saw all day was on one of my kindy students. Am I influencing their fashion, or is it the other way around? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Discuss. Feeling some déjà vous like I've written this exact thing here before....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Bonn Nuit</div>Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-53499421974918571412014-11-11T23:08:00.004+09:002014-11-11T23:08:45.167+09:00Same Jellybeans as Harry Potter: a Photo Essay<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My English conversation student did not know that we are very into Harry Potter right now. In fact, we are two-thirds of the way through the fifth book, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Potter_and_the_Order_of_the_Phoenix">Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix</a>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So God must care about details--thankfully, since I don't--because my student brought a bag of <a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Bertie_Bott's_Every_Flavour_Beans">Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans</a> to class for me today anyway. She received them from her cousin, who recently visited <a href="http://www.usj.co.jp/e/">Universal Studios Japan</a>, where <a href="http://www.usj.co.jp/e/harrypotter/">The Wizarding World of Harry Potter</a> opened this past summer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If you're not steeped in all things Potter at the moment, as we are, you may not know what these "beans" are. Let me introduce you, here's a quote from the source above: </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">They are the same as </span><a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Muggle" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #5f1023; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Muggle">Muggle</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"> jelly beans, except the range encompasses every flavour imaginable....</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">There are ordinary flavours like chocolate, peppermint, and marmalade, but also less fanciable ones like spinach, liver, and tripe. There are also flavours that are not actual foods, like grass, farm dirt, vomit, earwax, paper and bogeys.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"> </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Most of the Beans were not exactly delicious, but eating them was definitely an interesting experience! Surely making these is not the most useful application of modern science. Still, isn't it really amazing that someone out there knows how to combine chemicals to make a red jellybean called "Worm," and it somehow truly tastes like dirt and grass?</span></div>
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Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-86657759552205407992014-11-10T23:03:00.003+09:002014-11-10T23:03:40.466+09:00What's Your Second Language?<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My second language is Japanese. I would like to learn a third. I keep joking to the moms of the Korean kids in my class that I'll start studying Korean soon. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Maybe I should stop joking and start studying..... <a href="http://uk.businessinsider.com/the-second-languages-in-every-part-of-the-world-infographic-2014-10">look at this map</a> of second languages around the world. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Which language would you like to learn? If you are even a little bit serious about learning another language, I recommend the blog <a href="http://www.fluentin3months.com/blog-home/">Fluent in 3 Months</a>. </span></div>
Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-90054234612376329642014-11-09T23:51:00.000+09:002014-11-09T23:51:00.421+09:00Resolved: Don't Be So Serious<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Did you see what that was about? The perfectly memorized lines, the choreography, the chemistry between the actors? Me, either. What I did see was, the kids had a great time! They didn't care (much) that their show was unrehearsed and imperfect. They enjoyed (mostly, full disclosure is, I think there were a couple of fights, but no one suffered actual bodily injury in the making of these shows) the process they had and the results they came up with. Now we will remember for quite awhile, "that time you guys did that show". </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So I want to learn to take it easy. Really, I'm already relatively good at that, but because I like to drive myself crazy*, hear me out, please. At some point on most days, I take my process too seriously. Of course I want and need to work hard and focus, of course I want to do my best. But often when I am trying to proceed to a result, I don't allow myself awareness, let alone enjoyment of the process. Because, I am trying to proceed to a result. Which I have decided to believe is more important than having fun getting there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And this is kind of killing me with my kids. Because I'm also a pro at "compound thinking," (bedtime is at 8 so we better eat at 6 and then I guess the kids can have screen time but it absolutely has to be done at 7, after all they need to take a shower and get ready for bed and get their bags ready for school.....etc) and my compounding is based on perfect math, that is, there is no room for error which means, no comedy either. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I don't want to become all loosey-goosey, because really, I already struggle with that too. Speaking of struggling, <a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/heidi-priebe/2014/09/25-struggles-only-enfps-will-understand/">I read about "struggles only ENFPs" will understand</a> the other day and I can't stop thinking about it:</span></div>
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Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-30941669772086878392014-11-04T22:47:00.003+09:002014-11-04T22:47:31.659+09:00Nostalgia for Chocolate<div style="text-align: justify;">
Lacking the vital ingredient, ENERGY (where have you gone, we used to be BFFs and now you are nowhere, energy, you traitor!), I decided to look in my drafts for something interesting to <strike>cough up at </strike> pass on to you. Found this "historical" note, almost exactly four years old. Gives a brief description of my equally brief running life.... Also makes me wish most fervently that I brought the gray sweater with the rainbow on it that Erika and I bought together that day. Bad move*</div>
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[<i>composed 11/7/10:</i> Here I am with Erika, Laura and Elizabeth at the Hot Chocolate 5K/15K. Alas, we never saw L and E again after this because they are real runners and did the 15K. Still, Erika and I had a fantastic time; we surprised ourselves by running most of the way. We weren't as surprised that we thoroughly enjoyed the fondue and the chocolate. Last but not least, a bit of shopping on State Street... Though it was so cold that I never once regretted wearing bike shorts and long johns under my track pants, I mean, trousers, I would do it again in a second! But maybe with a smaller bag, I did NOT need that giant backpack!]<br />
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*Bedtime around here is almost always hideous and utterly lacking in peace and grace. Which causes me to leak the remaining grace I may have right out of my body and become a ogress. I don't actually enjoy the feeling but 98.5 of 100 nights, but I feel incapable of humanity (any moms tracking with me?!). Point is, the other night, desperate to retain a shred of composure when I wanted to lose it, I made up a song/rap that goes like this:<br />
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B A D M O V E<br />
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Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-56885347211429389692014-11-02T21:10:00.003+09:002014-11-04T22:18:19.167+09:00What I Learned in October 2014, A List<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">*<a href="http://roominroppongi.blogspot.jp/2014/10/31-days-of-new-life.html">I can blog every day</a>! I might not be able to be profound every day and my posts never go viral. But I CAN DO IT. And, though <a href="http://write31days.com/">31 Days</a> October 2014 is over, I want to keep going. Next up, as November is conveniently designated NaPoBloMo (disgusting collapsed wanna be word that means "National Post to your Blog Month), the external pressure to do so is ON. Phew. Need that external pressure. ps. not linking to NPBM stuff deliberately, I need to look at it more and see if I actually want to connect with it or just let it motivate me from afar.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">*LOVE to read and my best love within loving to read is sci-fi/fantasy so I was thrilled and delighted and even further behind in my housework this month, thanks to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaos_Walking">the Chaos Walking Trilogy</a> by <a href="http://www.patrickness.com/">Patrick Ness</a>. Wow. The premise is a human settlement somewhere out in the galaxy-and the catch is that men's thoughts cannot be hidden and are broadcast to those around. This has all kinds of implications, and the "what if?" nature of it was what made it my very favorite kind of story. I couldn't read it fast enough, though the speed with which I went through it then gave me a backlash of grieving. If you think that grieving after you finish a book or a series is not a thing, google "grief felt after finishing a book" and click on a few of those links. The other problem with finishing an engrossing series is, where to go next?!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">*I already knew this, but was reminded afresh that <a href="http://www.pal-system.co.jp/">PAL System</a> (Japanese link), my grocery delivery service, is a lifesaver. The items can be a little more expensive but in my new, nearly working full-time life, the ability to have our groceries dropped at our door (very carefully swaddled in many many styrofoam boxes and also DRY ICE) feels close to priceless.</span></div>
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*Speaking of groceries, sadly but truly and honestly, I confess in October I was reminded of this equation: too many groceries + almost no exercise (except rushing to work on my bike...but the distance is too short) + not enough sleep = well-rounded-in-a-bad-way me. Ugh. So discouraging. <b> I know what to do but making myself do it?!! </b> ARGH. In my defense, though there's mostly no defense for "ate all the chocolate in the house," Japan is just so carb-centric!! SO, SO, SO (get it?! do you speak Japanese?! Haha~) Everything comes with rice. Which is delicious and seems to have no effect on the slim population, but can't say the same for this Caucasian digestive system. If it doesn't come with rice then it's noodles or bread or potatoes or sweet potatoes or cake or cookies and did I mention rice?! This dietary business is one of my primary big cultural shocks. Before we moved here, my life in the suburbs of Chicago meant hours in the car every day. But it also meant comparatively inexpensive food. Whether American food should even be that inexpensive is something to explore separately, the fact remains, maintaining the same kind of diet here as I did there has been mostly too difficult.</div>
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*Halloween is fun. When the kids were younger I sometimes wondered if it was appropriate to join in, as a Christian. <a href="http://bethwoolsey.com/2014/10/on-robin-hood-his-merry-men-and-why-we-celebrate-halloween-even-as-christians/">I came to agree with this, Halloween is for Christians, too.</a> Don't misunderstand, wondering never caused us to miss a chance to dress up and get candy... </div>
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Now, there's no point debating Halloween: we're here. <a href="http://www.marketwatch.com/story/how-japan-fell-in-love-with-halloween-for-adults-2014-10-30">Halloween has become a big thing for adults</a>, but the part I like is the opportunity to visit neighbors and show off kids in cute costumes, which hasn't caught on. So I'm actually a little in mourning, although I have to be thankful that we did get to do a wee bit of trick or treating and we didn't even have costumes, to speak of .... (if I must speak of them, Izumi and Misaki are "artists" and Koji is, um, a member of the Seattle Sounders?!) We were also invited to a really great Halloween party, see below~</div>
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Reminder to self; though Halloween here is not the same as Halloween in Skokie, it is a different kind of great. Thank God!</div>
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Now, I will abruptly end this post by saying, Good night! I hope to see you here in November~</div>
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Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644053.post-51958287224228572392014-10-30T22:20:00.001+09:002014-10-30T22:20:36.095+09:00New ConferenceToday I plunged into my first ever round of Parent Student Teacher conferences as Teacher. <div>Phew. </div><div>Thankful that I'm a co-teacher, therefore conferencing as a team.</div><div>Thankful that the first three went well. </div><div>Thankful that I'm getting to bed a teeny bit early. I'll need stamina for seven meetings tomorrow!</div><div>Thankful that I decided NOT to buy the pictured snack at lunchtime:</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpCK_-Tm9mviysksU-LdKsVy8GdDCCwYS8yxIlvPtZO6iWPcMHCO_WI0FGH1IrE1Rq7RIKaDVR957UpRvP0PY2HqLmIt1cBw9QipFojETxw-MB_vJ2WiQVYbFyi10OQpoq5VtTpg/s640/blogger-image-1564917502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpCK_-Tm9mviysksU-LdKsVy8GdDCCwYS8yxIlvPtZO6iWPcMHCO_WI0FGH1IrE1Rq7RIKaDVR957UpRvP0PY2HqLmIt1cBw9QipFojETxw-MB_vJ2WiQVYbFyi10OQpoq5VtTpg/s640/blogger-image-1564917502.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Jamie Lives in Tokyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625692982277376699noreply@blogger.com0