<?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-8596866872256324453</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:51:10.755-07:00</updated><category term='Japanese language'/><category term='Choo Choo&apos;s'/><category term='Nomikai'/><category term='Korean bosses'/><title type='text'>Atarashii Kokoro</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-4448213466166931705</id><published>2009-04-17T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:42:19.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, just thought I'd put a quick placemark post before the weekend really kicks into gear. I know its been quite some time since my last big post, but man, I've been busy. Trying to get my job at school set up, trying to get into some clubs, and classes to top it all off I've been starting classes... its been a busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is shaping up to be something like this: Mondays are generally free in the morning and I'll start the day off with lunch, then work, then possibly a journalism lecture (in japanese- probably going to be tough) or a Aorth Asian culture class. Tuesday is my intensive japanese as well as my television/ news comprehension class. This listening class is taught by one of my favorite teachers, Harrison Sensei, who taught one of my general intensive classes last semester. Other than that I may be taking Chinese that day as well (a general conversation class, but it seems pretty basic.) Wednesday is probably my easiest day- I've only got a Japanese conversation class, a calligraphy class, and a culture/ translation class that is partially taught in English, partially in Japanese. Thursday is my busiest- Character culture, two periods of intensive Japanese, and Reading/ Comprehension. Friday is two periods of Nakanishi Sensei's JLPT-aimed Japanese exercises as well as a Kanji class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be fairly busy during the week. Also, Tuesday and Thursday are Iaido Club (this is a martial art involving katana swords) as well as Shoryu Kempo, a martial art that revolves around incapacitation. I'll also be trying to go to a tennis circle. I was originally planning on joining a rakugo circle (Japanese comedy) or a music circle (requires an instrument typically) but I havent decided. I should be all set on what I want to do after this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be pretty busy with class, and be spending extra hours at the library. But I think my Japanese is going to definitely expand over the next semester. After this last half year, I wonder just how much I will learn these next few months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a trip with an Osaka University circle to Awaji Island, which isn't a main island of Japan but has three districts of Hyogo prefecture on it. I dont know much about Awaji other than that the Naruto whirlpool is near it and that the southern district is famous for its Nou puppet plays, but we shall see what we see. Tonight is a house party at Charlie's, and we should have quite a few people coming. We plan to make some Nabe or Takoyaki tonight, depending on how much money we decided to spend on something like a Takoyaki maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that I am heading into Sannomiya to grab a few things and study for a short while. Here's to tonight and the next week being successful and fruitful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-4448213466166931705?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4448213466166931705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=4448213466166931705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/4448213466166931705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/4448213466166931705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post!'/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-5818859014282972477</id><published>2009-02-10T22:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:58:26.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy... Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I'm finally feeling like I'm on break. &lt;br /&gt;I woke up 2 or 3 times without having to get out of bed, which is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;I had thought that I was supposed to come in for a research part-time job but apparently today is a national holiday of some form or another- there are many- so I didn't have to do anything at all. I actually had to force myself out of the work rhythm I've been cultivating the past few months just to relax a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm set to meet my host family at their home. We had originally set this date for going to Nara, but I had thought I was going to have the aforementioned part-time job from 10:00 to 2:00. Instead, I'm going to their home. This isn't a bad thing because I love going to Japanese homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something very distinctly Western about modern Japanese homes but because the way the house is even built is different from a Western style there isn't much actual resemblance other than perhaps building materials. They're always smaller, they always have lots of little curious things that we wouldn't have in a Western home (such as heated floors or Japanese baths, which I'll definitely post about later tonight, as well as kotatsu, the heated tables which are my favorite thing in the world) that most Japanese households and apartments have. These all evolved out of a need for things that Japanese homebuilders never had and could now have but see no need to add to their process of homebuilding. And makes for a very foreign feel to us Westerners when we visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My host family has a distinct Tokyo accent but of course the dialect they use is the standard Japanese dialect we are all taught in school. Sometimes the Tokyo accent gets in the way of my understanding them clearly, but all in all they understand that as a foreigner I can't always clearly understand them anyway. At this point, however, my Japanese has reached a point where just about anything can be explained to me, which is a very important point to have reached. I can't always recognize words because I just have not been studying the language long enough in order to do so, but my hearing level is really taking off. My speaking level will probably increase more over break as I hang out with Japanese people outside of a classroom/ school setting as well as potentially getting a part time job teaching English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have two or three language exchange partners, which are great because they are eager to practice Japanese since I'm giving out free English lessons. I do need to start coming to them with a plan of attack though, as I tend to be learning more slang than the Japanese I'll need next semester. Not that slang is a bad thing, either. Sometimes I'll say things that some Japanese don't even know because its very recent, trendy stuff that they are too busy studying whatever to have heard through media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate- a couple of updates about various things. I am going to have an apartment in the fall when I return home, I am going to take a trip to Fukuoka (next Wednesday! wow, that's soon...), I'm going to go back home also for a week from March 9th to March 20th- should be interesting to see what sort of reverse culture shock effects I experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I plan on taking day trips around Kansai to check out the stuff I haven't seen yet. I really want to go to the Iga ninja castle, but it's nearly four hours away by train. Seems kitschy anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://iganinja.jp/en/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm off to see my Japanese family. Jaa ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-5818859014282972477?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5818859014282972477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=5818859014282972477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/5818859014282972477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/5818859014282972477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2009/02/lazy-wednesday.html' title='Lazy... Wednesday'/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-6901120233346802994</id><published>2009-02-08T06:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:40:13.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a sleepy Sunday, after a long night out with people leaving soon. It seems like I get to see my fellow exchange students less and less these days. We're all hanging out with our host families or friends outside of the dorm instead. The party was basically started by Tara, who is returning to Australia after a short Tokyo trip this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else... blog more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-6901120233346802994?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6901120233346802994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=6901120233346802994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/6901120233346802994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/6901120233346802994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-sleepy-sunday-after-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-9034305239213605422</id><published>2009-02-07T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T03:33:45.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, exams are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can study what I want, go where I want, and to a certain extent do what I want until school starts... but then my "schedule" is becoming full very quickly and now looking at the next few months, I realize that I'm going to have my hands full with something just about every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, its quite normal to have such a full schedule here; especially kids who have been in school for so long. I suspect it's the same for me when I am at home in school, but I never considered the dilemma of the exchange student in learning a language with people who actually live and work here until now. You have to fit with their rhythm of work and play, and thats not always easy. My best friends here are the ones who make time for me, actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten alot from this semester, but I still feel like I should have done something else... Everyone says that my language has improved, but now I face the fall of this year: where do I go from Japan? It began as a goal and not a stepping stone. If everything goes as I would like it and I move as well as begin to teach English, my language should improve drastically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'll just do my best to get through school, as well as try for Journalism interships (and hopefully write for a blog or two) in order to keep up with a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is a farewell party for one of my fellow exchange students in Osaka. I'm going to try to look reasonably good for this, so I should leave now and get ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again tomorrow. Bye everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-9034305239213605422?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/9034305239213605422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=9034305239213605422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/9034305239213605422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/9034305239213605422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2009/02/ah-exams-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-467546620621460836</id><published>2009-02-01T23:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:22:54.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a very long January. It hasn't been long since the January trip, but looking back, so much has changed- my Japanese, my plans for Japan, and even what I'm going to be doing with myself when I get back to the States...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good starting point would be one related to the purpose of my stay here. My Japanese has drastically improved in the past month I've been here- When I watch interviews on the news and children's shows the only thing that holds me back from completely understanding is vocabulary, really. I've completed and understand basic grammar with few exceptions. It's a pretty strange feeling, actually. Japanese just felt like an impassable wall for the first three months I was here- I could talk to people, but it was a struggle. Now I don't have to break into English in order to hold a conversation. It's also affecting my English conversational grammar little by little. All of my friends speak with a Kansai accent and I've started picking it up as the rate at which I learn the language starts to speed up. I've also been trying to take the time to review when I can, but I don't want to shun a social life either- they're both important to this sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'm more than likely going to be moving next month to a dorm closer to school. If I walk, the commute will be about the same... but I won't be as restricted as if I live in my current dorm and take the special train I need to get into town- i.e., people can actually come up to my room without paying 600 yen or so. Don't get me wrong, I love the people in this dorm- but the place is a little inconvenient. I feel a bit cheated that I was sent here without my university doing a little more research and without really knowing what it was. I've had fun here but I feel like my experience of Japan was a little affected by the way this dorm was set up. The new dorm is a 20 minute walk up the side of a mountain, basically, from the nearest train station. It's also full of Japanese people- so I'll be forced to speak Japanese when I go home from school/ whatever part time work I can manage to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to facilitate this move, I've decided to buy a moped. I've got to go through license training and then actually test for the license, and then actually buy the thing. Fuel will probably be around 1000 yen a month (or so I've heard) which is nothing. Doing all of these things will make the summer much more convenient and much more enjoyable, and definitely help my Japanese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made alot more close friends in the past month. I'm quite sure I've made some lifelong friends here and it took me quite a while to sort that out, but I guess that's part of a new situation and all. Unfortunately alot of them are leaving this semester, but moving out of the dorm I won't be around that much longer either. As one of my Japanese friends said, "Sometimes something is really fun but you can't just focus on it, you've got to leave it as is and remember it that way." That's pretty Japanese for a few reasons, but in the end I just think its very reflective of the Japanese mindset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few things I want to find before too long are: a meditation or a temple I can practice at, and an internship in something dealing with media. I feel like even if I was teaching English I'd be making good contacts over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first semester is almost over... but I have seven months left. It feels like its been forever since I got here, and yet like nothing has happened at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over break I plan on traveling to Fukuoka in Kyushuu to visit my friend and more than likely future roommate Nate, who is studying international relations and japanese there. It should be awesome and I'm looking forward to Beppu and tons of onsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mata ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-467546620621460836?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/467546620621460836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=467546620621460836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/467546620621460836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/467546620621460836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-very-long-january.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-4173831685324892595</id><published>2008-12-26T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T02:56:08.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading Off to Tokyo In... an hour and 30 minutes.</title><content type='html'>As the title of this post says, I'm going to Tokyo for 5 days (or six nights or something like that), from tomorrow when I arrive in Shinjuku station (the 26th) until when I arrive the morning of New Year's Day in Kobe. From there, I'll head to Kyoto with my host family. It's been a trip I've been planning with my Brit friend Joe for quite awhile, so I'm really looking forward to it, I've heard so much about Tokyo and I want to map the city out for when Katie may visit in the summer. We'll hit up all the big districts: Shinjuku, Shibuya, Harajuku, Rippongi, Akihabara... and on the last day visit Yokohama and meet my good friend Wakiko and try to hit up Chinatown and Mirai Park. The days are going to cycle out as going into town and partying down at night before heading back home to spend time with Kohei's family (Kohei is Joe's friend whom he met in Sheffield and who is letting us surf couch) in a more traditional setting. This is going to be the fastest, wildest week so far, and I am totally ready for it. Just have to make it through the night bus first... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kohei's got internet so I'll be able to infrequently check for things online, and you can always email me at rbrooks99@softbank.ne.jp if you'd like to get a somewhat delayed and short email response (no, really, I'm more than happy to receive messages) back, but for the most part it sounds like we're going to be go go go go for this period of time. There will be lots of pictures and lots of stories to tell when I get back. I hope everyone had a lovely Christmas and I hope everyone celebrates New Years with the people they love, I'll probably be around on Skype New Years day when it finally makes it all the way back to America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;東京しましょう！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-4173831685324892595?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/4173831685324892595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=4173831685324892595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/4173831685324892595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/4173831685324892595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2008/12/heading-off-to-tokyo-in-hour-and-30.html' title='Heading Off to Tokyo In... an hour and 30 minutes.'/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-3703782117107487322</id><published>2008-12-17T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:44:57.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting the... well, the 1/4 of the way mark.</title><content type='html'>Well, ひさしぶり、everyone. It's been a long time since my last entry... but I think that is going to change soon, for a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Japanese is most definitely improving. I'm guessing that about, oh, halfway through spring break I should be able to understand most of the basic things people say in speech in Japanese. I'm going to be frank here, I'm definitely not where I expected to be at this time. I'm learning quite fast by the standards of everyone who has studied abroad before- I think now it's just a matter of really keeping up with it and exposing myself to the language as much as humanly possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not really struggling anymore as far as Japanese goes. I'm getting a system down. I was surprised, given how much everyone seems to whine about it, at how easily keigo came to me when we started going over the basics this week. It's really not that hard and actually helped me connect Japanese vocabulary a little better so that I had an easier time learning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I haven't really been homesick so much as had weird emotional waves since I got here. I'm really doing everything I'm suppose to- learning the language, making friends, exploring the country within the confines of the time limit I've been set, but when you have this much freedom for the first time in your life you can't help but get the feeling you're doing something WRONG. It was really hard to shake that feeling at first but now I really think that coming here was definitely useful for myself as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND to blatantly rip off a blog of a friend of mine's, if there is ever a day where I both want to write in my blog but nothing of any real importance happens (though thinking back, those days have been rare) I'm just going to write about whatever pops into my head. It's all going to be relevant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so... look forward to that. I need to fill this with content. And I will. There is so much here in this place... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few little updates: My host family has contacted me again, and this time, to their surprise I could actually communicate mildly complex thought! The downside is, they weren't contacting me because someone in their family died. I am sure that they will explain how to apologize/ show sympathy or apologize/ grieve or apologize/ discuss the finer points of, death in japanese as it is spoken in japanese society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, its off to Izumiya for the weekly buying of food and also edible things which have awesome packaging and don't actually taste very good at all (this is a common thing here) but certainly entertain me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-3703782117107487322?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3703782117107487322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=3703782117107487322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/3703782117107487322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/3703782117107487322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2008/12/hitting-well-14-of-way-mark.html' title='Hitting the... well, the 1/4 of the way mark.'/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-5118579602268171158</id><published>2008-11-29T04:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T05:12:39.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finding your place in so busy and so inclusive a country as Japan is hard sometimes. People group; not just in train stations or at restaurants, but people feel the need to group in Japan. This is not to say you can't get on by yourself as a foreigner; it's just not what is done. As a foreigner, you have one of two options if you are learning or have, to some degree, learned japanese: First, you can stay with your fellow gaijin in gaijin places that are catered to your tastes to make you feel comfortable (I've certainly done this many times and there is a good chance that I will do something like that again tonight. They just aren't real western places, just like chinese or japanese restaurants back home are not the same, and neither are karaoke places back home (though I hear Shokitini is pretty awesome).  Recently a friend and I discovered a sports bar here with hamburgers that tasted like and resembled a hamburger from an American bar and grill, just much smaller. It actually had condiments out on the table, which was awesome. I think I appreciate these places a whole lot; I love Japan, I want to experience it in as many ways as possible, but I think that living in a foreign country for this long, you want things from home more than you want things from the country you are living in. It seems like it should be a waste of time but I don't think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few other bits of news, I can't seem to get in touch with my host family via email... I wanted to see them a few times more before Christmas, but it seems that they are behaving in what seems is a typical temp-host family fashion; you meet them once, they decide they don't like you very much, and never contact you again. I　suppose this is okay, because the only time I have time to catch up with classes/ socialize is the weekend, realistically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bad and then good news, the hostel I wanted to book for Tokyo to stay in is full up, but my friend Joe's friend may be able to accommodate us. We shall see how it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting more tomorrow; I'm going to try to catch up and clean up tomorrow, and hopefully make some bean and cheese burritos on top of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-5118579602268171158?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5118579602268171158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=5118579602268171158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/5118579602268171158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/5118579602268171158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2008/11/finding-your-place-in-so-busy-and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-1955848143625349402</id><published>2008-11-16T01:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:20:17.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a while since my last post. Things have been picking up very, very quickly... in fact, I don't have nearly as much free time as I initially wanted- either I need more downtime than most people or my classes really are just too much for me at the moment. I think I am getting used to the pace of these "intensive" classes. They amount to a chapter out of the book a day, which is around thirty to forty new words, their kanjis, and four to six pieces of grammar. It's fantastic for my Japanese, but destroys any and all free time since I am also trying to maintain an active social life while I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took another big trip to Osaka yesterday after a Friday night of Izakaya. I visited a few of the famous consumer districts of the city, bought the things that I wanted, and got out. This took around five hours, of course. Later on I ended up in a weird part of the city called "American Town" which was appropriate since I was with a bunch of Americans, but there wasn't really anything American about it. However, there was the first time I was openly accepted and received by Japanese youth on the street, which was pretty gratifying. At this point my Japanese is functional, and only that, so of course I couldn't exchange much with them. It's always a struggle, but I think I'm on my way here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went home after the group I was roving around with decided it was club time, and barely made the last train back to Kobe after barely making the subway train from the south end of the city (Nanba) to get to that train. It was a pretty uncomfortable train, but it beats staying out all night. It's weird, how this party rhythm works here. In my college town, the bars close at 2:00... after this point, you wind down the night somewhere else and go home. Here, that doesn't exist. You either start drinking at 8:00 and continue until 5 in the morning, or you do the smart thing and take the last train INTO the city to go to these places. Like I said, I am trying to maintain a social life here as well as an academic one, and a happy medium hasn't really presented itself (living in Kobe, it may never do so, since I have to commute to Osaka) and right now that leads to not getting enough sleep, which hurts my schoolwork, and so on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I found a Subway and what looks to be a fairly non-Japanized Mexican restaurant within easy walking distance of the main Nanba station in Osaka. Subways are all over Osaka, apparently, and of course the sandwiches arent quite the same and you can't get free refills BUT it actually tastes like a real sandwich and doesnt cost an arm and a leg. It was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would upload pictures from the past little while but when I tried to do that this morning my computer froze up. I've got a bit too much to do tonight to try to solve the problem, so I will see what I can do tomorrow night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Hope everyone is doing fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-1955848143625349402?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1955848143625349402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=1955848143625349402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/1955848143625349402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/1955848143625349402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-its-been-while-since-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-1193679277976358459</id><published>2008-10-31T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:06:10.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sannomiya pt 1 (of...)</title><content type='html'>So, &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was a confusing mess of social interaction. I always have fun in Japan at night, but I think after last night I have had my fill of karaoke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I had basically staked out the limits for tonight's dealie in advance: only certain people were going to be doing this with me, we were first going to go to some sort of residence-hosted party in Nada station (the first station east of Sannomiya on the JR line). Afterward, yesterday was my friend Matt's birthday, so I wanted to make sure I stuck with him most of all and buy him a few drinks for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off without a hitch: Joe was with me, we went to the party, everything was good. I met quite a few people at the party, met up with a larger group of people who were going to a bar in Sannomiya. I haven't been there all that often to do anything at night, and what I did go to was a club I didn't like. Somehow (I am not sure how) people invited people invited people and six people turned into twenty-five or more. So this massive group went downtown and after ten minutes of standing around, I tried to split the group to go somewhere, but it inevitable reformed. Finally I took Matt and some friends (and whoever had decided at this point to hop on to our bandwagon as well) to a cheap izakaya so that this original bar-going group could do what they originally intended to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izakaya was good, and the people were nice, but the group was a big group of guys which is always weird... like, if a group of people has around six guys and four girls, its different. The group actually had one girl who largely sat. Her English was bad and my Japanese is pretty bad at this point, so there wasn't any hope for that at all. A Chinese friend ordered two strange things: Tako (Octopus) Wasabi and what he described as "chicken bones" but were actually chicken cartilage. That is probably the weirdest thing I have eaten since I came to Japan, and their texture was a relatively tenderized version of a rubber bouncing ball. Guh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the highlight of the night was drunkenly rushing through a store here called "Don Quixote" which I had heard much about but never entered. The place is four or five floors of discounted items, but arent placed in any particular order I could discern. I rushed around trying to find (surprise!) more alcohol for people outside but I got lost and actually couldnt find my way out of the store. Someone had to come find me in the labyrinth so that I could buy some melon chu-hai and try to make conversation in Japanese with the clerk. That was probably one of the most surreal experiences I have had since I came here. In fact, in that moment I achieved a state of mind which probably has been addressed somewhere in French literature with much more vigor and detail, but which I simply call "Raoul Duke on Ether." It was quite fantastic and I am looking forward to doing it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was I able to get away with all this public foolishness you say? Read: using my gaijin powers for evil. See: Gaijin Smash. http://www.gaijinsmash.net/archives/gaijin_smash.phtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a good blog in general. Even after coming to Japan, I still maintain the guy at least appears a little too rude and apathetic for my tastes, but not that I am here, I completely understand what he is talking about around eighty percent of the time. It's actually kind of scary how accurate they usually are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, speaking of parties, I'm supposed to go drinking with a load of French people tonight. I love French people; they usually have two social stages if they are the same age as you. Fake nice, and He's-not-an-unreasonable-American nice. I should add that if you start swinging a your American flag around without explaining yourself (for a Frenchman doesn't care if you are a patriot so long as you are not a warmongering jerk who always tries to talk politics with people as an icebreaker) you'll be stuck in a "pocket" nice stage wherein they will ignore you and try again to be nice once you've stopped bleeding hamburgers, apple pie, and pizza, screaming "MERICA" at the top of your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these French guys and girls are fantastic. Alexi, the guy who took me to Osaka for the first time, will probably be there as well. Should be a good Saturday night, and also Monday is a holiday so I might head for Kyoto or Meriken Park here in Kobe. Who knows. It's a bit easier to just go with the flow here, but I have learned that you need to sort of group up at the start of something so as not to get lost in the ebb and flow of gaijin who will desperately cling to you in order to share tabs at an izakaya or karaoke place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-1193679277976358459?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1193679277976358459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=1193679277976358459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/1193679277976358459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/1193679277976358459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2008/10/sannomiya-pt-1-of.html' title='Sannomiya pt 1 (of...)'/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-3634395404345687766</id><published>2008-10-28T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:38:58.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I went to Himeji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcGKztQQxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hZkaXTtn8AM/s1600-h/IMG_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcGKztQQxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hZkaXTtn8AM/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262181472354190098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for Himeji Castle, specifically. I did it mostly because I haven't left Kobe very often since I have been here, and with the train system being what it was, I thought going to see one of the closest landmarks would be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day began somewhat early for a Saturday, and I saw a festival on the way to the train station:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcjvBJA6XI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7YKQRCM1-MM/s1600-h/IMG_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcjvBJA6XI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7YKQRCM1-MM/s320/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262213980272781682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty good portrait of urban Japan, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcLoF1KCII/AAAAAAAAAEE/aLUtwPfMkYU/s1600-h/IMG_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcLoF1KCII/AAAAAAAAAEE/aLUtwPfMkYU/s320/IMG_0296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262187472993519746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to a yoshoku (western-style) restaurant. It was good but like all yoshoku a little confusing. The food was part japanese, part american, and quite a bit of japanese-style italian mixed in. The walls were covered in pictures and old signs like a typical American bar-and-grill, but it was sort of... off. Our (Me, Yuka, and her boyfriend, Andrew) waiter was very friendly and engaging, though my Japanese was dodgy and broken as always so I did as best I could to entertain his fascination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcNLJu0ANI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1fWdvqPUhFc/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcNLJu0ANI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1fWdvqPUhFc/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262189174847701202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Himeji castle was fantastic, and my first real bit of old Japan outside of the shrines that I have found throughout Kobe city proper. The doorways were short for me, even for some of the Japanese, and after walking through it I am quite sure it would have been hard for someone to take the castle by force (though this was never tested). The trek to the Samurai's castle through the castle groups zigzagged back and forth uphill, so that attackers could easily be sniped at close range by archers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcezkdo6sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_NSuDySO_Ys/s1600-h/IMG_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcezkdo6sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_NSuDySO_Ys/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262208560915868354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQce75wtngI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ig3YApB9lVg/s1600-h/IMG_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQce75wtngI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ig3YApB9lVg/s320/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262208704071966210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next picture was in the genkan slipper area. The genkan is the part of the japanese traditional household where one steps out of their shoes and puts on slippers so as to not track dust and dirt in the house and generally show respect and awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcfMKaqmXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BsfQ38GgWZ0/s1600-h/IMG_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcfMKaqmXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BsfQ38GgWZ0/s320/IMG_0308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262208983420803442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from inside the castle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcfomRl23I/AAAAAAAAAE0/E43BInUfySw/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcfomRl23I/AAAAAAAAAE0/E43BInUfySw/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262209471935273842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! You know, the Jesuits inadvertently helped bring these to Japan. Typically Christian missionaries brought gun technology or it followed them through trade soon thereafter, their conversion intent be damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcgG5FuZWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pw18Bq-oH2M/s1600-h/IMG_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcgG5FuZWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pw18Bq-oH2M/s320/IMG_0312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262209992381850978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical samurai armor... but its real. I should be so used to images such as these, but they still amaze me because chances are these were really USED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcgc-Un7JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gKTV51Iryrs/s1600-h/IMG_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcgc-Un7JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gKTV51Iryrs/s320/IMG_0313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262210371743640722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a little shrine, called Osakabe, at the top. I don't know why there was sake here, but I am sure there is a good reason. Anyone care to explain? Apparently a swordsman named Musashi Miyamoto haunts this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcgt_vGAUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/E_goZo9GS8w/s1600-h/IMG_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcgt_vGAUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/E_goZo9GS8w/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262210664180875586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the shrine at the top. 6th floor, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcg3oQQxaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/csPLCSrCpHs/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcg3oQQxaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/csPLCSrCpHs/s320/IMG_0310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262210829676234146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I couldn't stay to read the plaque, since the place was starting to shut down for the day (we got there rather late).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQchWBe1JtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/e7us8pE5N6k/s1600-h/IMG_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQchWBe1JtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/e7us8pE5N6k/s320/IMG_0316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262211351844300498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the Hari-kiri place- harikiri is ritualized suicide to preserve honor in old japan- but Yuka told me it was never actually used. Still spooky that so large a place was dedicated to such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcht3jKxHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gC8KDq8HdJM/s1600-h/IMG_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcht3jKxHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gC8KDq8HdJM/s320/IMG_0317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262211761495000178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a well where a famous ghost story takes place, called "Banshu Sara-Yashiki." A servant named Okiku thwarted a conspiracy against the current samurai lord by a chief retainer. When the retainer found out that it was her fault, he stole one of the "ten treasure dishes" of the lord and she was tortured to death on the charge of missing the dish. The retainer threw her body into the well, and she is supposed to haunt it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcjM9qLZ0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/tWe4j3XY4Hg/s1600-h/IMG_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcjM9qLZ0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/tWe4j3XY4Hg/s320/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262213395222587202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Japanese scenery. I have to say, Himeji has given me a taste of traditional Japan that I want to explore further, particularly what is there for me in the local area. I definitely want to go to Kyoto but from what I understand I may not have much longer before it just gets too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am signing up for a host family, so that should be good. I would visit them about 2-3 times a month and go places that only a resident would know about. It should be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-3634395404345687766?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/3634395404345687766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=3634395404345687766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/3634395404345687766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/3634395404345687766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-saturday-i-went-to-himeji.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQcGKztQQxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hZkaXTtn8AM/s72-c/IMG_0300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-7930758651982070233</id><published>2008-10-23T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T05:24:18.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone Reading,&lt;br /&gt;    It's been a long time since my last post, forgive me. Time hasn't so much flown as been suddenly crowded with things that I need to do. Despite the fact that I am going to be here for a year, I am also aware that my stay here is limited. Everything I do is a wasted hour that I could spend studying, meeting loads of new people, and seeing Japan. I have waited until after this initial week of cramming for my first exam (which was over an entire book) in my intensive course.&lt;br /&gt;    The course (my language course) is every day from 8:50 AM to 12:30 PM. I have additional classes in the afternoon on certain days; they are a welcome distraction from my language course because that course is very fast, very hard, and very time consuming. This semester, until I really begin to develop a study rhythm, I donit think I will be doing much in the way of social events during the week. There are a few "circles" I will definitely go to (circles are like normal clubs in American schools- think high school art club, but a bit more dedicated, while the groups called "clubs" are actually like hardcore team sports) including Truss, which is intended to actually help other international students, as well as a karate circle and a hiking circle.&lt;br /&gt;     The most time consuming thing, however, has been getting used to Japan. Before I complain about that, let me say that I have no idea how anyone could expect to become fluent in a language without living in a country that speaks said language. It doesn't really matter how long, but you have to understand how life plays out on a daily basis to understand communication in any form, because that is what people primarily talk about.&lt;br /&gt;     Another thing to note about my particular frame of mind here is that everyone in my classes and in my dorm is older than me by three years or more with few exceptions. I have met alot of people but I think there is a big disconnect between people my age from 19-22 and people 23-27. I just haven't been living on my own quite that long. I don't really even have a solid reason for coming here beyond my own education and building myself as a potential employee or professional. Many people are on their last year in school and are looking for jobs here or they are research students. Then again... maybe that is just what turning twenty is. You start to notice this and the PARTYPARTYPARTY impulse is still there, but not constantly muttering in your ear like a lobbyist who needs to persuade you to do something but simultaneously needs to pee.&lt;br /&gt;     At any rate, this last weekend I went to Osaka for the first time. For those not in the know, Osaka is actually about 20-25 minutes away from downtown Kobe (Sannomiya) by JR express train. I went to Dotonbori, a shopping "way" in Nanba, which is sort of the south side of Osaka. While it is admittedly a little more run down than Umeda, the north part of Osaka, I didn't see much real urban decay aside from areas that alot of people use, which is normal for a city the size of Osaka.&lt;br /&gt;     Anyway, here are pictures of that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBhW95AOkI/AAAAAAAAABs/okv0-GthT_4/s1600-h/IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBhW95AOkI/AAAAAAAAABs/okv0-GthT_4/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260311411967408706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We (me and my friend Alexi, a Parisian) actually didn't head down this street and went the other way. We had originally gone to Osaka just to go to Yodobashi Camera, where I bought my electronic dictionary. It was around $285 USD and was on sale, so I got a fairly good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBiWM5Mc4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/wBLP0gAUOyI/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBiWM5Mc4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/wBLP0gAUOyI/s320/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260312498326500226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This is from inside the other side of Dotonbori. We went into here to, well, shop. However, unlike Athens, there are many, many other things to do in public during the day, so this is one of the few occasions where I intentionally went out to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBi6kKnGlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BiJzJgPoPV8/s1600-h/IMG_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBi6kKnGlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BiJzJgPoPV8/s320/IMG_0243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260313123048856146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     To anyone planning on going to Japan: Do not worry about ordering at restaurants. There are menus everywhere that you can just point to. Here is a typical storefront in Japan, especially at Western-style cafes and smaller restaurants not affiliated with chains like Fugetsu or Yoshinoya. Obviously you wouldnt get anywhere with NO Japanese, but you don't need to know much to order at a restaurant. Of course, I can't understand conversation a waitress is making 70% of the time, but I can get by with small talk and simple questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBjyVp9KYI/AAAAAAAAACE/IoCU_tl5bgQ/s1600-h/IMG_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBjyVp9KYI/AAAAAAAAACE/IoCU_tl5bgQ/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260314081226467714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBj7pXVrcI/AAAAAAAAACM/nh2Y5ooyoeE/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBj7pXVrcI/AAAAAAAAACM/nh2Y5ooyoeE/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260314241135914434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     They've been advertising the hell out of Ugly Betty lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBkIqHunbI/AAAAAAAAACU/X4rG3aB2V0Y/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBkIqHunbI/AAAAAAAAACU/X4rG3aB2V0Y/s320/IMG_0248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260314464677174706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Nice mix of old, new, and the mass of ads that is commercial Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBkZvw-GVI/AAAAAAAAACc/47ArJsovscc/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBkZvw-GVI/AAAAAAAAACc/47ArJsovscc/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260314758250109266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBkiSnLanI/AAAAAAAAACk/nGlwCdIr1wo/s1600-h/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBkiSnLanI/AAAAAAAAACk/nGlwCdIr1wo/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260314905043233394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBktgXJv7I/AAAAAAAAACs/cQSEoOZH0LA/s1600-h/IMG_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBktgXJv7I/AAAAAAAAACs/cQSEoOZH0LA/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260315097712672690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ah, Okonomiyaki. In Kobe, this is a staple. I know that it has been called "Japanese Pizza" before but I don't think that is really the case other than that, like with American pizza, you tend to eat it when you are hanging out with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBlOGNJFUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZjMBoqgXiM0/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBlOGNJFUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZjMBoqgXiM0/s320/IMG_0259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260315657627047234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Port Island, where I live at the moment. It sort of feels like its own borough, and is very quiet (except in the morning when advertising trucks drive past my window fgsfdsdsfargg!!!11) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Later that night I went to an izakaya for nomihodai. Both of these are very important terms, blog readers, and you will soon know them well: izakaya is where you rent out a room- I have had some like western style booths and like quasi-traditional Japanese rooms both, and order loads of food and drink and everyone foots part of the bill. Nomihodai is as much as you can drink for two hours. It costs around 15-20 USD. You have to be careful if it isnt a tabehodai (all you can eat) or nomihodai because while the food is cheaper than normal, that isnt very cheap by my cheap American college student standards. At any rate, that is what izakaya is in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;      This was an izakaya between exchange students from my home university and Japanese who had been on exchange there before. All three of the Japanese (Yuka, Akane, and Tetsuya) have helped me immensely both in the US and here, so I am extremely grateful for their help. &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Tetsuya was my language exchange partner at my home university and I have learned alot from him, and he also picked me up at the airport and took me out for okonomiyaki, squid, and beer on my first night. &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Yuka is amazing, I also knew her in the US and she sat through literally 2 hours to help me and my friend Shin (also on exchange to Kobe University) get cell phones and has run with me to the bank twice, couldn't be doing what I am doing without her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Akane has dealt with all of the crap from the internet company because, as you know, I had to privately set up my internet. She also set up the izakaya ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      In typical Ryan fashion I apologized and praised them in spades during nomihodai. Praising people too much is actually sort of patronizing here, but all three of them think a bit differently from the normal Japanese, simply because they have been abroad and understand culture acquisition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I had a great time but didnt really try to get into my cups until around the 1:35 minute mark, which was a mistake but probably for the best as I had class the next day (This was a Sunday night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBpbICa6uI/AAAAAAAAAC8/--tI89JaH10/s1600-h/IMG_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBpbICa6uI/AAAAAAAAAC8/--tI89JaH10/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260320279503760098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBpk-lC1NI/AAAAAAAAADE/HKt4X4NI3Vc/s1600-h/IMG_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBpk-lC1NI/AAAAAAAAADE/HKt4X4NI3Vc/s320/IMG_0263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260320448763319506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Yuka being awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBpxp_a1JI/AAAAAAAAADM/YbYCVGI5zl8/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBpxp_a1JI/AAAAAAAAADM/YbYCVGI5zl8/s320/IMG_0268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260320666575099026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Umeshuu, otherwise known as "Nectar of the Kami." This is sort of a girly drink, but I am a foreigner so it just comes off as funny. If you get it mixed, that's okay, but I will make a note of it for the far future when I am hanging out with Japanese and actually speaking Japanese. Nevertheless, try some in America on the rocks as a sour, since in America the Umeshuu we have is particularly syrupy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBqXcAiihI/AAAAAAAAADU/DwhhyrsLioY/s1600-h/IMG_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBqXcAiihI/AAAAAAAAADU/DwhhyrsLioY/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260321315656731154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Tetsu and Chris. Chris is from my home university and is going to Kansai Gakuin in Osaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBqzDwp92I/AAAAAAAAADk/7Co301jvXv0/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBqzDwp92I/AAAAAAAAADk/7Co301jvXv0/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260321790183995234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Akane, cute picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBrU7_es-I/AAAAAAAAADs/VGTxlEdK52U/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBrU7_es-I/AAAAAAAAADs/VGTxlEdK52U/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260322372214240226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Yoshinoya. The Waffle House of Japan. Gyuudon (beef rice bowl) for only 3.50 USD. I have heard there is Unadon here (Unagi, or eel rice bowl) which would be fantastic but I have yet to find it on the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBruk_8deI/AAAAAAAAAD0/j038pdc79G0/s1600-h/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBruk_8deI/AAAAAAAAAD0/j038pdc79G0/s320/IMG_0294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260322812718773730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A very familiar scene to anyone who goes clubbing or partying in Japan, I am sure. The trains close at around midnight everywhere and start again from 5-6 depending on how far out you live from a city. So, if you want to go clubbing late, you are going to be out all night or you need to live within 45 minutes walking distance of wherever you want to go. On the flip side, that usually means people stay to socialize in clubs longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So, that was last weekend. This week has just been class, class, and meeting some new Japanese friends at a circle in university (who I will probably go to karaoke with tomorrow after a school function (sort of) for exchange students tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Jaa, mata ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-7930758651982070233?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7930758651982070233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=7930758651982070233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/7930758651982070233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/7930758651982070233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2008/10/everyone-reading-its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/SQBhW95AOkI/AAAAAAAAABs/okv0-GthT_4/s72-c/IMG_0257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-6250449753262960029</id><published>2008-10-06T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:37:18.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Post from "Media Cafe Popeye" an otaku media den whose walls are insulated with manga.</title><content type='html'>Hello hello hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;     So... my first week was a pretty bumpy ride. My initial culture shock was sort of quadrupled by the fact that I had no way to contact my family immediately beyond pay phones. Admittedly, the office at my dormitory has done their best to accomodate everyone here- there is one (1) international payphone in the lobby that hates me and would accept my phone card but no numbers would work, not even local ones. There was no internet, which was sort of a surprise for me because I was banking on having video skype as soon as I arrived. I was pretty pissed off, actually, because no one warned me about this... this, and everyone who actually lives on Port Island apparently hates this dormitory because most of the students are idiots and blast music at 4 in the morning while drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Money works weird here. I was forewarned, but I wasnt prepared. Its hard to keep track of money; It isnt that my spending is out of control, its that so much of it is lost to change, but then you NEED the change to get on trains and work vending machines, which are everywhere, but I am trying to avoid that habit or else only get juice or water from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A grab bag of observations before this hour runs out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - all of the guys here dress very effeminately. Upon reflection, guys in the states nowadays who are somewhat wealthy and fashionable also do this, so whatever. I am not sure how to explain this, but I think it is an interesting, is somewhat frivolous, quality of life here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - ordering food is the hardest part of being a foreigner, but here models of the food in a restaurant are displayed outside and you can just point and say *kore, onegaishimasu*&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    -I have so many freaking 10 yen pieces. I have at least 500 yen worth. Even if I get a drink with this every day, the amount would exponentially grow. I must be missing something here, so feel free to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That`s all for now! I will probably update again tomorrow with pictures, and I will update much more frequently when I get internet on the 22nd of this month (sooo far away, I just have to deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace and Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-6250449753262960029?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/6250449753262960029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=6250449753262960029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/6250449753262960029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/6250449753262960029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-post-from-media-cafe-popeye-otaku.html' title='A Quick Post from &quot;Media Cafe Popeye&quot; an otaku media den whose walls are insulated with manga.'/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-7987393140886090774</id><published>2008-09-25T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:33:22.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About 5 days left</title><content type='html'>Studying kanji with a fury and focus as yet unseen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also good news- Kobe said they weren't sending me an escort to the dorm, which would have ended in me frantically scribbling on my Nintendo DS kanji dictionary in a feeble attempt to navigate the train system of Osaka, but luckily for me, I know Japanese that live nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Tetsu will be bringing me to port island and also has agreed to help me find a cell phone when I get there, which would have been a major pain since I have only a basic understanding of financial/ technical Japanese vocabulary. I'm sure I'd make do but having a native speaker present will certainly help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, apparently Port Island (the artificial island I'm to be living on), is actually residence and corporate buildings all mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;a href="http://www.kobe-u.ac.jp/en/images/access/download-maps/pdf/residence-train-map.pdf"&gt;a big map of the train system&lt;/a&gt;, I'll have to go from my dorm to Rokkodai station my train every morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-7987393140886090774?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/7987393140886090774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=7987393140886090774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/7987393140886090774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/7987393140886090774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2008/09/about-5-days-left.html' title='About 5 days left'/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-5115351250831452486</id><published>2008-09-18T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:29:13.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days Left</title><content type='html'>So,&lt;br /&gt;  I've brought my car into the mechanic again in preparation for... doing nothing while I'm gone. I had my brakes replaced this summer, then the front brakes started to screech, then the back ones. After a bit of google research, it looks like this isn't uncommon in replacement breaks as they are made with shredded metal bits which like to make loud screaming noises when applied to spinning rubber wheels. Hopefully this will be the last time I have a problem with the car, as I certainly won't be able to bring it into the mechanic again before I leave... I'm hoping I won't have to replace the rotors. &lt;br /&gt;  Mechanic just called. Totally replacing the rotors. I don't even need this car for the immediate future, which is what irks me about getting repairs done for it. I'd rather not have one at all.&lt;br /&gt;  On that note, on to a place with actual developed group transportation... well, I guess my college town has a developed bus system that runs just about everywhere on time. But I suppose I'm talking about America in general.&lt;br /&gt;  So I found out that my university in Kobe will not be sending me an escort to the airport... so I will do my best to ask directions in broken Japanese... I can listen alright to Japanese, so receiving the directions won't be a problem. We'll see if I get lost or not. I guess this is the first in a series of adventures that would be made easier if I wasn't only a first-year student of Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;  I have a going away party on Saturday, which should be fantastic because Nihonjin + Amerikajin+ Osake= fantastic time. Balloons are also a well-needed ice breaker for the Japanese exchange students coming. I'll explain:&lt;br /&gt;   I've noticed Japanese (this probably applies to most foreigners, but Japanese are self-admittedly shy so as to be polite) get really nervous around rowdy westerners (like I can be while inebriated, or maybe it is just me in general) but any sort of non-verbal activity is pretty much the best way to bridge the gap. It can be simple and stupid, but I think in a party situation, alcohol isn't just quite enough. If you want to have fun with someone from another culture, you've got to have some common little pool of amusement from which to launch oneself. &lt;br /&gt;   In the first of a series of "drinking meets" or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nomikai&lt;/span&gt; when I started to hang out with the exchange students who had come to UGA (most if not all of whom we met through the enigmatic Wakkiko, who I had met here in Athens during the spring and my friend Nick had met in Yokohama, and who is on exchange from January to December rather than a traditional school year like most exchange students) we blew up a bunch of balloons and drank. It was a surprisingly good way to get comfortable. Obviously, this sort of thing could come of forced and trite, but it worked pretty well, I think.&lt;br /&gt;   Above everything, having Japanese around to laugh at my language BEFORE I am in their country is a welcome asset as this seems to be what disrupts the purpose of many an exchange. If I had done an exchange to Germany in high school when I was learning German, it would have been different; I took three years of it. With Japanese, I have a level of education at level with a kindergartner or first-grader in Japan, minus an early life of speaking it as my native language. If you think about that, it's not pretty. So I guess the idea is that I should move up to about fifth or even sixth- grade level of language skills in a year stay, and graduate college with a few shades under a high school education's worth of Japanese. I hope I do that well, because when I get back I'll probably be placed in fourth-year level Japanese classes, and after that there isn't much else I can take. Of course, by then I should be able to keep up my language skills by reading moderately simple fiction or internet sites. &lt;br /&gt;    But until then, it's ここはどこ？私はだれ？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-5115351250831452486?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/5115351250831452486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=5115351250831452486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/5115351250831452486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/5115351250831452486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2008/09/12-days-left.html' title='12 Days Left'/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-8339254863267896757</id><published>2008-09-10T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:06:30.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean bosses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choo Choo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nomikai'/><title type='text'>20 Days Left until Kobe</title><content type='html'>So...&lt;br /&gt;It's coming down to the wire here, and my Japanese is, at the least, someone utilitarian. In the very least I can respond to "Amerikajin desu ka?" &lt;br /&gt;"Hai, Atoranta kara kimashita," and all the typical foreigner questions which is the most I can hope for after only a year of Japanese. Even still, it HAS been a full year since I began, and while I definitely see how I'm above a first-two-months student, I've got such a long, long way to go. The problem with any language at this point is choosing the way in which you want to learn it- a pedantic, scholarly way, a polite, business-etiquette way, or just the normal way. It's pretty much impossible to learn the normal way to speak a language without actually living there, so, huzzah, my path is set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I really wanted to post about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for whats just going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working at Choo Choo's Express, a restaurant that serves a schizophrenic blend of Korean and Japanese ethnic food. It's passable fare, but the people are nice and I've never had any problems with the place as far as work is concerned. I don't want to work a restaurant job again but the management at the place is my sort of atmosphere. Plus, I got to say, I like my bosses. They are stereotypical Asian bosses: they'll reward you and help with whatever you need if you're a hard, dedicated worker, and that's the kind of worker I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie says I've been studying too much- that I'm going to Japan for the whole purpose of learning a language, so why waste time on this? I agree to a certain extent, but I don't want to just stop and have a basis to be nervous in conversation. That itself would defeat the purpose of this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've decided to socialize and learn English in the Japanese fashion- drinking with Japanese and pretending to be drunk, so that they let down their, er- etiquette shields. This is a cultural fact of life over there- if a boss wants to know the progress of his employee's project, he takes him out drinking to get a straight answer. Alcohol is just a great excuse to be socially forward in a reserved culture such as that of Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm out of writing energy. That's all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-8339254863267896757?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8339254863267896757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=8339254863267896757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/8339254863267896757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/8339254863267896757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2008/09/20-days-left-until-kobe.html' title='20 Days Left until Kobe'/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-8405607718064274524</id><published>2008-04-09T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:40:24.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikea'd Port-Liner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/R_zjYKcAaZI/AAAAAAAAABM/eiowOLMUhIk/s1600-h/ikea_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/R_zjYKcAaZI/AAAAAAAAABM/eiowOLMUhIk/s320/ikea_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187270875082156434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/R_zjYacAaaI/AAAAAAAAABU/Y4ZXVdp1la8/s1600-h/ikea_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/R_zjYacAaaI/AAAAAAAAABU/Y4ZXVdp1la8/s320/ikea_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187270879377123746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/R_zjYqcAabI/AAAAAAAAABc/1H_KUyiCUg0/s1600-h/ikea_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/R_zjYqcAabI/AAAAAAAAABc/1H_KUyiCUg0/s320/ikea_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187270883672091058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one of the trains that I'll be taking to university every morning is called the Port-Liner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, I should mention that I'll be living on the artificial Port Island in Kobe- which is constructed on "reclaimed land," the first of two in Kobe before Rokko Island. It houses, among other things, the Kobe National Airport, the Ueshima Coffee Company Coffee Museum and, well, shipping stuff as indicated by its name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Port-Liner is an AGT, or Automated Guideway Transit system. It was the world's first AGT when it opened in 1981. It runs from Sannomiya Station (the main hub of Kobe) to the Kobe Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, IKEA decided to deck the Port-Liner out to promote a new outlet being opened on Port-Island. Unfortunately, this craziness only lasts until May 6, far before I arrive... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to dig around a bit, but I'm guessing that Ikea putting an outlet on this island means that Port Island is a bit more than just an industrial/ residential area as I initially suspected. And judging from a Google Map picture, it is much bigger than I expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be snooping around for more Kobe news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[source : &lt;a href="http://www.pinktentacle.com/2008/04/ikea-decks-out-kobe-train/"&gt;pink tentacle&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-8405607718064274524?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/8405607718064274524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=8405607718064274524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/8405607718064274524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/8405607718064274524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2008/04/ikead-port-liner.html' title='Ikea&apos;d Port-Liner'/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-olILayRTs/R_zjYKcAaZI/AAAAAAAAABM/eiowOLMUhIk/s72-c/ikea_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596866872256324453.post-1381586844558645973</id><published>2008-04-09T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:14:46.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;   I'll use this space to briefly introduce myself to readers (who I imagine will initially consist of family and friends). I'm hoping that this whole blog will serve such a purpose in the future, so this will be short.&lt;br /&gt;   I am an undergraduate college student at a fairly large American university. I have only studied the Japanese language for about a year, which I am told is about enough to carry on a shallow conversation about the weather with someone from Tokyo. I plan to go on exchange to Kobe University starting mid-autumn to study the language, culture, and particularly the media of Japan.&lt;br /&gt;   What do I want to do with this time spent over there? Well, above all, I want to reach some moderate degree of fluency. What do I want to do with that? I have a few ideas, none of which I can really access at this point in my education or professional career. Secondly, as someone who hopes to plug in to the worldwide information scramble of today, I want to seek a worldwide perspective on modern events. To me, Asian and Afican countries in general represent the radical "Other" to the West. They have mostly been ignored or squelched by America until this point in world history, when economies and world politics have accelerated toward interdependence and confused conflict. &lt;br /&gt;   Japan is an entry point into Asian culture and thought for myself. I wish to one day travel throughout the continent- Korea, China, Vietnam, Russia, and India are all on my list of places to discover and report on. For now, I await Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596866872256324453-1381586844558645973?l=atakoko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/feeds/1381586844558645973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8596866872256324453&amp;postID=1381586844558645973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/1381586844558645973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596866872256324453/posts/default/1381586844558645973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atakoko.blogspot.com/2008/04/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Ryan Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07971034654836906596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
