Monthly Archives: March 2016

Trying to Settle Down

I finally got to properly waste time today, but most of it was done in class.

The last day of classes can be strange, especially if you have junior high school classes. Our classes amount to

1–tease high score, low score and average on board,
2–take roll,
3–pass out answer sheets,
4–correct mistakes in answer sheets,
5–finish writing high score, low score and average,
6–hand out exams,
7–Let students copy answers,
8–Answer questions, correct counting errors,
9–Collect answer sheets,

That all takes, at most, 15 minutes–and that’s only if there are lots of questions and/or one student takes it seriously–leaving 35 more minutes to fill. Some teachers show videos; some give extra credit assignment; and next year I’m going to have extra work for the classes with the lowest averages.

However, this year, I got nothing. I let the students relax while I do other things.

Then there’s some final busy work: entering final marks, correcting mistakes, and purging desks and folders of old paper and roll cards.

Leaving feels really strange, especially if most everyone else is staying and are coming back the next day.

Once i get home, there’s the odd feeling that things aren’t over yet. There’s still some busy work, a farewell party (for teachers who never actually spoke to me) and then a speech contest next week. It all feels very strange, but I managed to properly waste time.

I played some games and then took pictures of ink. That involved cotton swabs, paper, a Samsung tablet, and no small amount of self-doubt and swearing. That led to a need to break out the real camera and the light box to get better pictures. It wasn’t a pressing enough need, though, to prompt immediate action.

Eventually I’ll settle into proper time wasting, interrupted only by my company’s odd demands for attention/busy work.

I’ll probably go back to school at least once, though. I’m sure there’s something I forgot.

The Last Mark is the Hardest

Today was one of those days where work stretched to meet the time, and then they mangled each other in a messy fight and the work kept pushing time around.

This is a nice way of saying I spent a lot longer finishing things today than I expected and than necessary.

When I have lots of time, I tend to stretch my exam marking over a few days with, in theory, an equal amount of work each day. This is supposed to prevent burnout. However, my plan for yesterday was to finish everything so that today would be free. Yesterday’s excursion, which I only learned about the morning of the show, left that plan in shambles.

Marking, especially when I’ve got lower level junior high school classes, requires constant momentum. If I’m in the middle of a big push and stop, it’s hard to get going again. The other thing the excursion did was sap a lot of energy.

I got up later than usual and took my time getting started. Once I got started, things went well, but I quickly faded. (It didn’t help that I’m always watching a local store’s website to see if ink is in supply.) When the fade happens, I find myself marking a couple pages and then actively seeking distractions. The lower level the students, the harder it is to get through their exams.

It also didn’t help that I was also stopping to record notes about my marking pen.

Luckily, today was rainy and cold and I didn’t feel like going out again (to buy ink, of course) and I that meant I couldn’t put the exams out of mind. I also, much to my own surprise, didn’t play any games.

That said, except for marking, I didn’t accomplish much, which meant my time wasting was actually wasted.

Once More Into the Maze of Style

I was there for almost four hours and I only saw one gothic lolita, and even she was, technically, sweet. I’m either hanging out in the wrong place or the place I was hanging out has changed quite a bit.

Early in this millennium my job used to take me to Shibuya quite frequently. Shibuya is an odd intersection of youth culture, fashion, restaurants and sleeze that somehow manages to feel like a college town. One of its most gawked at features is the Shibuya Scramble when countless thousands of people cross intersection at Shibuya Crossing.

Among those people at the crossing used to be droves of young people dressed in various costumes, including rival gangs of lolitas. There were also the Gyaru (or Gals) who pushed fashion to remarkable extremes. This made Shibuya one of the most visually interesting places in Japan to people watch. Today, though, well.

I was there because it was my mission to escort our oldest to Shibuya and drop her off at a short concert. It was then my job to wait a couple hours until the concert was finished and then escort her back home. (Without a specific mission, I’m pretty sure it’s illegal for me to be in Shibuya.)

While I was waiting I took the time to walk around and people watch and to enjoy a meal at the newly opened Taco Bell. The Taco Bell food was pricey but good (the spicy fries are to kill for; yes, I know I’m supposed to be on a low carb diet, so what? I’ll still kill you for your spicy fries.) but the people were kind of bland. There was lots of black and brown and gray and I suddenly felt out of place in my red sweatshirt. In the old days, a red sweatshirt would have seemed boring.

I ended up in one of my old haunts, the maze-like Tokyu Hands main building and walked off the tacos and the burrito by taking the stairs up to the stationery sections. I ended up buying a couple notebooks, one of which may become my next food and exercise journal.

I then went back to retrieve our oldest. While I was waiting, a young woman dressed in a Sweet Lolita costume walked in. I thought, finally, this is Shibuya, but then I found our oldest and it was time to go home.

 

Land of Confusion and Mistrust

I wouldn’t trust me either.

I lied to someone twice today. Actually, the first time I conveyed a lie. The second time I was just flat out lying.

I’ve mentioned before how this time of year leads to confusion and mistrust and it didn’t help that there was a distraction. I found out on Friday that one of my speech contest choices (long story) had voted himself off the island, so to speak, and was refusing to go to the speech contest. He claimed I’d chosen someone else (not true). I suspected that he’d merely improvised his speech (and did quite well) and that’s why 1) he hadn’t given me a written copy of it and 2) was resisting going to the speech contest.

Turns out, that was all true.

However, that was the only thing I was right about today.

First, I sent our new people to another building to deliver cards–repeating what someone else had said–only to be there when the cards were returned as it wasn’t necessary to turn them in.

Then, I stayed later than necessary because I thought had to check final marks because the schedule I had listed today as final marks day. At about four o’clock, it was revealed that, in fact, final marks had been moved to tomorrow and that my schedule was well past the “use by” date.

I then exploited Canadian Guilt–which I just learned existed–to avoid having to go in early tomorrow. (Long story.)

All this makes me, arguably, the least trustworthy person in the school.

This, however, may be a good place to be as it guarantees no one will ever come to me for advice and I’ll never be responsible for anyone’s actions.

Now if I could just figure out a way to scale this to other parts of my life…

Paper Work and Friendly Strangers

One of the things that happens with simple plans is a few simple things can make them rather complicated.

My plan today was to open a Japanese PayPal account so that people could transfer funds from an overseas account to my new Japanese account. Setting up the new account was no problem and only took a few minutes. Then, as an experiment, I tried to send money from my US account to my new Japanese account.

Nothing ensued except a series of  “I’m sorry, Dwayne, I’m afraid I can’t do that” messages. Those were followed by some web searches and a lot of swearing.

Eventually I figured out what I had to do, which wasn’t that complicated: change the account, prove I am who I am and that I live where I live and do this all with photos of documents wait five-seven days to get a pin code and then enter the pin code and then everything will work. (Well, maybe it was more complicated than I thought; suddenly BitCoin seems like a good idea.)

I did all the required changes and sent it off to the Mysterious Forces of PayPal (actual job titles) who contacted me with further steps to take that involved the odd notion of entering the information in my Japanese PayPal account in Japanese. (What evil is this?)

That seemed simple, except the system wouldn’t allow me, even after I changed languages, to enter the entire address in Japanese. This prompted a message from me.

Oddly, at this point, I received a positive message that said I didn’t have to worry about that one bit of English. The same message said the friendly stranger had also made another change (putting my full name as it was on my submitted documents) which made my life easier.

It all ended so well that I’m now convinced a disaster of some sort is about to occur.

 

Caught Between Two and a Half Pen Shows in One Building

The trouble started in the basement. It got better upstairs. The third floor was just bizarre and kind of sad.

Today I visited the 7th Annual World Fountain Pen Exhibition (link in Japanese) at Maruzen Books in Tokyo. I came away realizing I’d actually visited two and a half pen shows: one that was fun and full of people who seemed to be having fun and one that was dark and full of people who seemed to have sticks up their, um, spines.

Then there was the guy on the third floor. He deserved better.

I’ve mentioned before how part of the problem with Tokyo’s major pen shows is that they are run by the stores hosting them for the benefit of the stores. This makes them rather stodgy. Today they got annoying.

Maruzen, inexplicably, squeezes the pen exhibition onto three different floors rather than clearing space for one. In the basement you have an expanded version of their normal pen section and most of the displays are run by Maruzen staff rather than pen enthusiasts or pen manufacturers. There are pens and there is ink. There is nothing else. Sort of. (More on that in a moment.)

Today the most interesting section in the basement was the surprisingly well stocked OMAS table. It had a warning that OMAS was belly up, and a wide selection of different types of pens all in the “yeah, I could probably flip these for more than that” range.

For this post, I took a couple pictures of the show in general and was immediately accosted from behind–by a woman from the Montblanc booth no less–and told no pictures. I responded with a very mature rant (in English) about how they were contributing to the death of pens and handwriting, but since they weren’t makers–and probably didn’t speak much English–the only impression I made was “jerk foreigner who finally shut up and left”.

A scene from the pen show. The Montblanc lady yelled at me right after this.

A scene from one corner of the pen show. The Montblanc lady (not pictured) yelled at me right after this was taken.

I immediately vowed not to buy anything, but in a dark corner (no joke, by the way) on the way to escalator I ran across a notebook maker I’d never heard of and had to buy a couple notebooks. (I never change, except in my resolve.) (More on those notebooks in a another post.)

Upstairs, on the ground floor, was the second pen show. It featured the pen makers Nakaya, Ohashido and Eboya. Despite being squeezed in near the umbrellas and watches, everyone in that pen show was having fun. Not only was the space brightly lit, it was full of pen enthusiasts and the makers actually invited you to their tables and were happy to show off their wares without the looks of suspicion given by the clerks in the basement.

The man from Eboya at least pretended to have heard of Newton Pens when I compared my Moody to his pens. He also liked my Edison Glenmont and showed he had a pen made from Cumberland ebonite as well.

The Eboya display--with my coral Newton Moody.

The Eboya display–my Newton Moody is fifth from the left. I want everything on the left (plus the red bamboo.)

The man from Ohashido carefully explained the differences in the two pens that interested me. One had a brushed orange urushi that revealed the black ebonite underneath (and looked awesome) the other was solid orange ebonite. (The pictures didn’t turn out.) Nakaya sat at a table of temptation to fix pens and/or replace nibs whether they’d been purchased at Maruzen or not.

Mr. Yoshida of Nakaya smooths a nib on a stone.

Mr. Yoshida of Nakaya smooths a nib on a stone. The pens down left are all samples and all very, VERY dangerous.

Nakaya's pen maintenance tools.

Nakaya’s pen maintenance tools.

On the third floor, I stumbled across a Maki-e demonstration put on by Pilot Pens. The artisan, who’s name was not posted and which I didn’t ask for, had just finished talking about maki-e and demonstrating how to do it. He was all by himself and should have been down on the ground floor where he might have been able to sell some pens or, at minimum, find and audience.

The Pilot Maki-e artist talks to the only other guy there.

The Pilot Maki-e artist talks to the only other guy there. His Maki-e powder is to the right in the black tray.

Next week I’ll go to the Mitsukoshi Fountain Pen Fair. It’s bigger and all in one place, but it’s still mostly run by clerks. I’ll go on Saturday, which is a busier day, and try to get in line for a custom Sailor ink.

Unfortunately, that’s also the day of the Tokyo Folding Knife show so my loyalties and priorities will be split. (See above comments about resolve.)

 

 

Namisu Nexus Minimal Aluminum–Long Term Review

It was awesome, then it was special, now it’s just pretty good. But it might get awesome again.

I’ve mentioned my Namisu Nexus pens before. After I got them, the black anodized aluminum version, and its steel nib, quickly became my favorite.

The Bock steel M nib had been tuned well (or I won the Bock nib lottery) and I found it to be a smooth writer out of the box. It didn’t have the squeak of the titanium version and was fun to write with. I also found that it paired perfectly with Pilot Blue Black ink. It is lighter than the titanium version. With the cap and a full converter it weighs 29 grams/1 ounce. Without the cap it’s 26 grams/.91 ounces. The cap doesn’t post and, because it’s black, it’s easy for me to lose it on my black desk.

Because of the good nib, I started carrying the pen almost everyday. I’ve taken notes with it and written rough drafts of these posts with it. I don’t like the small cap, but I like the shape of the pen. The grooves on the section usually don’t bother me, but if I’ve been writing a long time, I shift my grip around enough that it become uncomfortable some times.

The Namisu Nexus Aluminum version with the cap.

The Namisu Nexus Aluminum version with the cap.

The Namisu Nexus Aluminum uncapped.

The Namisu Nexus Aluminum uncapped.

The black anodizing has held up well despite being carried almost every day and the bead-blasted finish hides fingerprints well.

Unfortunately for this pen, I’ve started liking the Titanium version more and more lately. The titanium M nib leaves a much thicker, wetter line than the steel version which makes it hard to use in small notebooks (it bleeds through a lot) but it feels great on paper.

Because of this, the aluminum version has been sitting at home a lot. (In defense of the pen, it’s not playing well with the ink I’ve filled it with which hasn’t helped.)

Also, the pens more interesting replacement has already arrived. I’m now trying to decide if I want to sell one or both. The Nexus aluminum has been a great pen, but I’m not sure I want it anymore. On the other hand, it’s the only of the two that I’ll be sad to have to sell.

The Bock nib and the grooved section on the Namisu Nexus Aluminum version.

The Bock nib and the grooved section on the Namisu Nexus Aluminum version.

 

You’ve Got Me Marking Up and Marking Down

When I was finishing marking exams tonight, I heard a song that distracted me and took me out of my marking rhythm. This isn’t as bad, though, as the song that kind of made me feel high.

One of the things that happens when you’re marking exams is you eventually feel the need for music to provide a little background noise or/and to block out family sounds. The problem is, at least in my case, the music has to meet certain criteria.

It can’t be too ballady and slow because, eventually, I will wake up to find my head and a spreading drool stain on my students’ exams.

The music, however, can’t be too catchy or familiar because then I start enjoying the music too much and not marking. Tonight I’d chosen a good radio channel on iTunes (more on that in a minute) when all of a sudden The Vapors’ “Turning Japanese” came on. This led to chair dancing and lip-syncing but very little marking.

Usually, a punk channel is safe. The music is fast-paced but not terribly distracting. Also, although individual punk bands can be fun, a one-after-the-other stream of punk songs sounds suspiciously the same which also helps keep the marking pace going.

The oddest moment happened a few years back when I’d put on headphones for reasons I don’t remember, although I suspect that blocking out family noises was somehow involved. The headphones did their job until Santana’s “Black Magic Woman” came on. At first I was fine, but, then, once the lyrics were finished and the long instrumental section started, I suddenly felt really groovy, man, like really groovy. And the colors around me started moving and pulsing and talking to me and I could see my bones through the skin of my hands. And I could fly.

Something like that. I felt kind of dizzy and got weirded out enough that I had to stop listening to music.

I did finish marking, though. I just did it with family noise in my ears.

All Over But the Tears

Our oldest is convinced she failed today’s high school entrance exam. She may have, but it might just be stress and panic talking.

The past couple weeks included occasional arguments between our oldest and She Who Must Be Obeyed about which school our oldest should try for. She chose, as her first choice, a high level public school with fairly strict admissions standards. However, before the final registration fee was paid, it was possible for her to register to sit the exam for a different, easier school.

Note: Most schools in Japan have their exams on the same day at the same time, with private schools having their exams a couple weeks earlier. This means students have to choose which schools they want carefully as they only get one chance at each type of school. I suspect there’s too much registration fee money involved for this to ever change to a single test system.

As parents our dilemma is that if our oldest doesn’t get into her first choice it’s going to cost us a lot of money to send her to the private school that is her second choice (and to which she’s already earned admission). It is also a good school, but it has private school tuition (and boys–more on that some other day).

This leads to the other dilemma: although changing to a slightly lower level school might increase her chances of admission, it can also hurt her chances for getting into a top tier university. Schools in Japan are ranked by academic prowess and by their ability to place students in good universities. (Both our oldest’s choices have good reputations in that regard.)

Unfortunately, the school handed out the answers after the exam and our oldest is pretty sure she messed up at least part of the mathematics section. She was in tears and apologizing for messing up. We got her calmed down and told her she deserved to relax for a while.

Now, however, we enter the phase of second guessing. She Who Must Be Obeyed is second-guessing the decision to let our oldest sit for the higher level school. Our oldest is doing the same thing.

I personally would rather have our oldest try for a school she likes rather than one we prefer or to hedge her bets by picking a lesser school.

She may have failed her exam, and it will cost us money if she did, but I’m glad she went for it. I’m proud of her for that.

We’ll find out what happened next Thursday when the school posts the results.

A Sweet Mystery at Last I’ve Found Thee

I’ve discovered a couple things these past couple weeks about the Japan Post Office.

1) A lot depends on which post office you choose.
2) It’s easier to send ink than knives.

On two different occasions in the past I’ve tried to mail knives to the USA and found myself explaining Japanese knife laws to, well, a large group Japanese postal workers. in their defense, they seem to think all folding knives are “switchblades” like those illegally wielded by Stephen Colbert.

When mailing the ink I had to prove, at least the first time I mailed some, that the ink was not a dangerous item. At one point the postal worker pointed to my signature confirming that they contents were not dangerous and went “Really? Really” (something like that).

Today, though, I took six different packages to a different post office. (Because it meant stuff was going out and money was coming in, She Who Must Be Obeyed offered to drive. This, it would seem, is a hobby of which she approves.)

She drove to a post office I’d never been to before but which she described as “her post office.”

As soon as we entered, we found out we were first in line and got immediate service. At that point, though, She Who Must Be Obeyed abandoned me to the clerk. The clerk took the boxes and his first concern was how many I had (six). He also pointed to my explanation that it was “bottled ink” and went, very politely, “what the hell is this?”. I explained it was fountain pen ink and he nodded and more or less went “cool”.

After that the biggest concern was that the shipping slips actually matched the correct boxes (they did).

It took five minutes for them to process everything and collect the money–whilst a small crowd assembled behind me–and then it was over.

I’ll definitely go back to the that post office again; that is, I will if I decide to keep buying and reselling ink. I also wonder how long they’ll actually believe I’m actually sending that many gifts…