Wednesday, May 30, 2007

my orchid and my life

This is my orchid plant. Isn't she purdy? It is the only flower I have ever been able to keep alive. She was a gift on my half-birthday (April 29) which means she just made it to the one month finish line! You can see here in the photo that I am giving her a pat on the back. I give me one too.

News from the real world (for people who know me): my year in Okinawa has flown by and is now winding down. I fly home on August 5th, and begin my Masters program at UNC August 21. I'll be taking all sorts of fascinating classes with cryptic names like, "Information Tools". After shuffling back and forth on the subject for a few months, I've decided not to work my first semester. Don't wanna stress myself out more than grad school will already do. So I'll probably be living at my dad's house (yeah, y'all know where to find me!) first semester to save $$. Oh right, and cuz pops is cool n all that;-)

The only other big piece of news in my life I can think of to share with you is actually quite horrific... I am attempting to quit drinking COFFEE. Beautiful, delectable coffee. Oh I know, it's painful to even see written. So far I can't tell whether I'm actually attempting to quit drinking coffee altogether, or just cutting back severely. Those of you who know me well realize that coffee is one of my great life joys. Morning coffee especially is my favorite part of the day, it might even be the reason I get out of bed. Anyway, in the last few weeks I realized that I am a sad little addict who can barely function without 2 cups of the stuff before leaving the house, not to mention many more cups through out the day. I wasn't always this way! I fondly remember a time when I was a 1-cup girl. But you know what they say about addictive things like drugs, chips, and sex: einmal gepoppt, niemals gestoppt! Plagued by headaches when coffee wasn't to be had, filled with fatigue if a few hours passed without recharging the caffeine... I knew that the TIME HAD COME. Wish me luck. I've been doing 1-cup a day for like 5 days now, and I even tried drinking tea yesterday morning (which was weird and unsatisfying.) GANBAROU!

The Sack Slap!

One of the great mysteries of the Western World is and always will be Japanese game shows. Let's face it, though you may think they're weird, these shows rack up mad points with creativity. If you don't already know what I'm talking about then you need to do some google searches to find out what you're missing. This week I have encountered a game show so outrageous that it was share or bust. Please view this video clip to see what happens to losers in Japan, and what true humiliation in front of millions of viewers is all about.

I`m going to explain what`s going on, since it`s in Japanese. There is a row of male contestants. Each of them has to attempt to say the same tongue twister. If they succeed, they`re home free. If they fail, a metal thing flies up and punches them in the balls! As you can see, by the time the last guy's turn comes around and 3 before him have taken the punch, he is so terrified that he is running back and forth trying to talk his way out of participating in the show... to no avail. Everyone in the audience just laughs hysterically while these fellows writhe on the floor in pain. Is there something wrong with this idea?

Monday, May 28, 2007

New T-shirt

We found this T-shirt at T-shatsu-ya on Kokusaidori and promptly bought it. What a heart-wrenching Engrish message from Okinawa to the American military and Japan:-( Let us have our peace sky back again. It used to be peace sky. Now our sky is dangerous. See the poor little birdy flying amongst the fighter jets? Grrrr. Makes me want to smash all sorts of things. The dominant paradigm. Capitalism. Militarism. Colonialism. All those pooh-heads.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

Filth Wear

Oh god! How could I have forgotten to put this picture on the blog?! My heartfelt apologies. While waiting for a fisherman's boat to take us out to see the famed blue coral in Ishigaki, we were approached by 2 small children. They were incredibly cute. After giggling at us for a minute or two, one of them commanded with glee, "EIGO SHITE!" ("Do English!"). Apparently a foreigner is more of a treat down there then on Okinawa. Happy to oblige, we approached and gave them a feeble, "hello how are you?", or something... I can't remember because it was at this point that we get close enough to read the kids hat. It's the weirdest hat that anyone ever made for a 5-year-old Okinawan boy's head:

In case you can't read it, it says:

FILTH WEAR:
FETISH FASHION LATEX CLOTHING RUBBER BONDAGE ACCESSORIES

Püh, and American parents worry about what their kids are wearing.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

What is Normal?

It`s easy to lose track of what was once `normal` for me, while living here in Okinawa. The other day I took a walk in downtown Naha with Deej and Jon, and we decided to take pics for our friends at home by trying and look around us with virgin eyes: what aspects of everyday street life in Okinawa might seem bizarre to you readers? This was a lot more fun than we thought it would be, because as soon as we got our just-stepped-off-the-boat goggles adjusted, we realized that just about everything was downright weird. Example: there are large plastic statues of all sorts of things just standing around on the street in Okinawa. Look at the photo above. These demonic looking eisa drummers with mini-me s on their arms have nothing to do with a product being sold in a store behind them. They're just chillin`.

If you saw 3 ginormous babies dressed as cucumbers welcoming you into a store, what might you assume they sold there? That`s right! LIQUOR! What other logical thing might be standing in a liquor display than cucumbers with giant baby heads?

Or take just an average store front. Though almost every home in Okinawa is guarded by a pair of shisa, a business might well be guarded by 2 lion-sized Hello Kitty shisa. Rar!
Or you could be boggled by the high-tech assortments of vending machines sprawled across the pavement on every corner. What happened to the good old days? This vending machine has flashing lights and buttons all over, it`s got a build-in television screen playing commercials for thirst quenching drinks that you simply must have NOW! Oh, did you want to buy a cute laughing shisa statue with one arm that waves? Or how about a PENIS ASHTRAY?! Not only are such finely sculpted wooden penis ashtrays to be found incongruously placed on shelves in the shopping district of Naha, me and Sandi found them offending our gazes at the gift shop attached to the HIMEYURI monument... that`s right, the monument to 100s of Okinawan high school girls who were forced to work as nurses during the battle of Okinawa and were all killed or forced by Imperial Japan to commit group suicide. How appropriate.

Perhaps as you walk down Kokusai Street and see all the funny things there are to see, you will also have the pleasure of seeing some up and coming Japanese musicians. They won`t fail to amuse you with their cool outfits.



Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Mori no kawa

Last weekend I went in search of some lovely gardens I had heard tell of. These gardens were sadly not to be found. But! The mori no kawa spring did make a surprise appearance. It turns out to be my neighbor, in fact.

There you see it to your left, the "forest spring". I don't know any history about this place (as usual, since I can't read the signs) but it was a beautiful and serene spot, not so far off the highway. Best of all, if you walked out behind the spring you found a field, and at the edge of the field was...

...THE SECRET GARDEN!
That was the first thought that entered my mind when I saw it, anyhow. To the left here you can see an entrance across the crumbling wall into the secret garden, isn't it mystical? Don't I sound like my mother?





The mystery ended, however, once I realized how many mosquitoes were feasting on my tender flesh. Below is a lone papaya tree that I passed while making my get-away, standing tall amongst the plethora of pink flowers lining the garden wall.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Rain

-Raymond Carver

Woke up this morning with
a terrific urge to lie in bed all day
and read. Fought against it for a minute.

Then looked out the window at the rain.
And gave over. Put myself entirely
in the keep of this rainy morning.

Would I live my life over again?
Make the same unforgivable mistakes?
Yes, given half a chance. Yes.

Underwater Video

My dad complained that I was too lo-tech and didn't have any video on my blog. Ok pops, BAM take that! Here are three recent underwater videos. The first is taken at manta point, which I talked about in my last fish entry.


This video is taken at the Juka Bijin (the coral formation that looks like a tree in Ishigaki). Isn't it peaceful?


Last but not least, a little Nemo, blowing in his anemone.

Orion Beer

Is this a parking spot for Orion beer (Okinawa's local brew)?

Monday, May 21, 2007

Fishies of the Yaeyamas

The snorkeling in Okinawa is amazing, as I have mentioned before. Above you see a snapshot of snorkeling in Kabira Bay, Ishigaki. This area is around a famous site called Juka Bijin. Juka Bijin is actually a painting theme of a beautiful woman under a tree found throughout Asia. In the case of Ishigaki, it is a particular underwater coral formation that looks like a tree. It has small, red, fruit-like clumps grow on it. The legend, according to my snorkeling guide, says that beautiful Ishigakan women swim out to the tree and pick the red fruit, because it looks like a heart. This guarantees them love.

See the Nemo hiding in the coral in the first photo below? The second photo is Staghorn coral, I believe.

These next 2 pictures are from Jeff's dive with manta rays. We went out on a boat to a place called Manta Point. For a few months every year, manta rays congregate at this place in order to get cleaned by little critters that live in the water there. I guess they nibble the bad bacteria off the mantas or something. They saw half a dozen mantas, check out the first picture to get an idea. I just snorkeled around up top cuz I can't dive, so I didn't see any mantas. But I saw some fishies!

Nemo, Nemo, everywhere. Isn't it funny how Hollywood helps intercultural communication? Nemo is a wonderful example. Since the film "Finding Nemo" came out, everyone in the entire world refers to Clown Fish as "Nemo". We went out at Shiraho to see the famous blue coral on this fisherman's boat. He took us to 3 different snorkeling spots. Before we got in the water at one of them he told us, "there are lots of Nemos over there, look for them!" Now, if he had said the name of the fish in Japanese we never would have known what he was talking about and probably would have smiled politely and ignored him. But instead we put hand gestures and "Nemo" together and went to find the little buggers.

The waters of the Yaeyamas are filled with this tiny bright blue fish. They are everywhere, and so pretty. We saw clouds of the blue babies with a mom or dad guarding them. If you held your hands out like in the photo below, they would come swim around them and occasionally come in for a nibble, hoping that you were food.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Game Night!

My friend Jon lives on a small Okinawan island with only 500 people, called Tonaki. As you can imagine, there isn't much to do on such a small rock. But that doesn't get Jon down! He's full of great ideas for ways to spend time with his neighbors. Every Friday Jon hosts a group of fellow Tonakans at his place for Game Night. I've been hearing about how fantastic Game Night is for many months now. Finally, Jon decided to bring Tonaki's most recently acquired board game over on the ferry, to show a few of us what the spirit of Tonaki Game Night is all about.

Oh boy is game night fun! I haven't played board games since I was a wee lass. I think of games as something for kids but boy am I wrong. After about 5 minutes of Jon's explanation of the rules of Settlers of Catan, my eyes glazed over. I didn't remember games being so complicated. In one ear and out the other. The only thing I remember thinking was, "...and you play this with a group of non-English speakers every week?" Amazing.

As the first roll of the die came around, I knew I was in for trouble. The only instructions that my wildly flailing memory could recall were:
"there is no maritime trading during the Special Building phase!!!!"
It seemed so important... but I had no idea what it meant.

No worries no worries. 4 hours and 5 beers later we all knew what it meant. Let's do Game Night again! Next time it's Okinawopoly, a board game in the making by Hilary and Gabe. I'll keep you posted!

Friday, May 18, 2007

Urauchi River


Much of our outdoor fun on Iriomote island was centered around the Urauchi River. Lined with dense mangroves, this river is the longest river in Okinawa. According to Wikitravel, it is often likened to a little Amazon. Boat cruises, canoeing, and kayaking are all very popular on the Urauchi. If you take a boat upriver, it will let you off at a trail head at Gunkan-iwa Rock. From there, a pleasant 50 minute hike through the jungle will take you to the Kanbire Waterfalls, which translates as "the place where the gods dwell" in the local language. You will also hike pass lookout points with excellent views of the Mariyudu Waterfalls (left). I hate it when people sound like a tourbook on their blog, so I'll stop now.


Kanbire falls is really beautiful. Above the falls is a large pool with a limestone bed full of naturally occurring holes. They look just like hot tubs. Japanese people are terrified of exposing themselves to the elements, so the 3 foreigners there were the only people who got in the water. Come on naicha, why hike 50 minutes to beautiful waterfalls just to stand in the sun and sweat? Most of the Japanese were wearing big hats and lathering sunscreen all over their hands like there was no tomorrow (they do that because it's hip to have face and hand skin that's as white as possible). Some of the women were wearing completely bizarre and hiking-inappropriate garb. Stylish all black get-ups with long-sleeved netted tops and black gloves, for instance. Ugh. How happy I am to be me!

We enjoyed the Urauchi so much that we went kayaking the next morning. This was my first time kayaking, and it was great fun!
While kayaking we stumbled upon an old bridge all grown over with jungle. It gave me the creeps so we turned around and paddled our little booties off. Later we found out that the bridge lead to an old coal mine that had once existed on the island. Hundreds of people were kept against their will on Iriomote and worked to death in the coal mines. If they ran away they would die in the jungle. Yeah, now you see why the bridge gave me the creepies.

Joyce and Dad fairies

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Trees of Iriomote

I heart trees. "Big Buttress Tree" is Okinawa's official name for the type of tree in the first photo here. The trees in the second photo are mangroves (go read about mangroves on wikipedia if you're shaky on them, mangrove trees are yet again awesome evidence that evolution is HOT). Iriomote is a magnificent island for trees with rockin' ROOTS, isn't it?

More proof that no one beats the Yaeyamas for roots:


This second to last picture is clearly an Ent who emigrated from Middle Earth to avoid certain death... and well he did. He's probably the last. The final picture is intertwining roots from trees on either side of a pathway, meeting to form an arch. I have no idea how they did it. Props to you, little rooties. Survival is ON in the Yaeyamas.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Flowers of Ishigaki





Saturday, May 12, 2007

Shinki the Majestic

Iriomote is an island almost as big as Okinawa mainland, but with a population of only 2,000 (there's like a million people on my island). Most of the island is covered in dense jungle. You may think, therefore, that there would be little with which to amuse oneself. Oh contraire! For example: two hours after arriving on the island I found myself face to face with Shinki the Majestic (above). Isn't he glorious? You can travel from Iriomote to very close, smaller islands by water buffalo drawn cart, of all things.

This is what it looks like. The trip can only be made during low-tide, when the sands are exposed. Otherwise, I suppose one could simply swim, as it isn't very far (but there isn't actually anything on Yubu island so I don't know why you would). The only reason you would go is to ride in the buffalo cart, or...
...to watch the water buffalo wallowing in their pools. Here is Shinki on his lunch break.

Pleasant as it was to travel by water buffalo drawn cart, I couldn't help but yearn for Shinki's freedom. What an unhappy life it must be to pull overdressed, uppity naicha (Japanese mainlander) tourists around day in and day out. Plus, he had to wear a rope through his nose which looked like it itched. On the ride back the driver gave a little Japanese child a stick with which to prod our majestic steed. The little snot promptly began wacking Shinki incessantly and laughing as if the whole ordeal were great fun. Every once in a while his stupid grandma would lean over with a greedy lick of the lips, take the stick from his hands and show him how to put a bit of elbow grease into animal abuse.

Throw off your yoke, Shinki! I longed to cry, as I watched Snottball wipe his dirty hands off without a second thought on his old grandma's nice slacks and take up his wacking stick again. Give this sadistic brat a good goring in balls! Escape your life of servitude! For a fleeting moment I considered slitting his nose rope with my pocket knife so he could make a run for the Urauchi river (after creating a distraction by goring Snottball). Alas, courage was not with me that day. Next time Shinki, next time!

Friday, May 11, 2007

PARAWORLD


While driving along a sunny country road in the north of Ishigaki one day, we stumbled upon a small sign pointing right for "PARAWORLD". What could it be? I put my money on some sort of exotic vegetable and fruit production facility. Jeff had his on a tropical retirement home for paraplegics. We had to find out!

At the end of the dirt road we found a few friendly folk lounging in their yard. Their occupation seemed to consist of lounging, until hapless tourists (like ourselves) got curious enough about the sign to Paraworld to drive down their road, at which point they could grab up their paragliding equipment in the blink of an eye, stick a helmet on your head, attach a few cords to you, accompany you down a short path to the beach and boom! Have you soaring through the clouds and over the ocean before you knew it. Which is precisely what we found ourselves doing.

For those of you who don't know what paragliding is (mom) just look at the pictures above to get a basic idea. The instructor has hand controls with which they can direct the movement of the whole contraption, and there's a motor on the back. So it isn't like you're just floating tamely in a parachute.

It started out pretty much that way though, I suppose they want to get you used to the idea before freaking you out. My guy took me up up up very high over the ocean (giving me a marvelous view o the reef, as you see to the left) and we just sat there for a while. Right as I began to get antsy, the fun began. "You like spiral?" He asked. "Yeah! Spiral!" I answer. He cranked on the motor and began a terrifying rapid spiral descent towards the sea. "Weeeeeeeeeeeee!" I think I was screaming. Then we began swooping back and forth across the beach. Big arches that reminding me of the Pirate Ship at the amusement park: you know, you kind of feel this weightless moment at the top of an arch where your stomach goes into your throat and you start looking for your bucket to vomit in.

Since I kept laughing hysterically, he decided I was having big fun (which I was). "I'll show you how to fly!" He exclaims. Then he directs me to take my arms out from behind the safety straps (yea, the woman instructing me before take-off had made very clear that I should be gripping these from behind while flying) which left my entire torso free of any restraints. Then he told me to lean as far forward as the safety cords holding me would let me go, then spread my arms.

Oh, he was right. I sure was flying. From that angle I could see no part of the paragliding contraction holding me or flying above me, all I could see were my arms stretched out to either side and the ocean, reef, and beach roaring past below. Ah, what fun! I felt like Bastian Balthazar Bux when he in finally united with Falkor for the ride of a life time.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

A Triumphant Return!

Ha-ha! You thought I was never coming back!

Well, here I am, sana y salva. Above you see my triumphant pose in honor of the Triumphant Return. The reason I feel triumphant is because I am wearing the Superhero wetsuit. Every time I get inside this thing and pull down my mask, I feel like an indestructible super-joyce. You may even catch me whizzing furiously back and forth under water in this same pose with my snorkel and fins, chasing schools of small fish and singing the Starwars theme song out loud to myself (as you can tell, I have indeed been caught doing this.) Here are some underwater photos to demonstrate. Me, unaware. Me, upon being caught. Fish!



The snorkeling in Ishigaki is amazing! If you think these fish are cool, just wait til I get myself together and post more pictures of fishies. The main cause of the delay is that my computer has run out of space and I can't even fit half the trip photos on it. I keep meaning to go buy an external hard drive but haven't done it yet.