Category Archives: Japan

Pen Pineapple Apple Birthday

It started when I went to buy an apple. A few of my former students were gathered around the apple display and acting suspiciously. Well, it seems suspicious in retrospect. It turned out I almost ruined it all, and I wasn’t even trying.

Then, later, I went to say hello and they all vanished into their room. Keep in mind, things such as this have happened to me before so I wasn’t that surprised.

Then, several minutes after lunch, my former students crashed my new class. They marched in to the P.P.A.P music and presented me with my presents: an apple and a pineapple. They said I already had pens so they didn’t need to buy me those. I said there was always room for pens but they didn’t get it.

They showed me my card but wouldn’t let me have it because not everyone had signed it. (Note: they were signing the card and that’s whey they all ran away; at least that’s their story and they’re sticking to it…)

I got the card later and then I became a prop for several photos. (Note: because my students are still in high school I can’t share the pictures.)

It was sweet they all remembered. But now I’ve been reminded and, well, yeah.

 

Meet the New Observer, Same as the Old Observer

They let him wander for a while, which was pretty funny, but he was also pretty cool, so I felt kind of bad when I found out he’d wandered.

While he was there, I made a student do push-ups today; but I did them too, just in case. This will probably come back to haunt me.

Today, at the school where I work, we were observed by a representative of the company for which I work. (Long story.) Because I threw a temper tantrum a few years ago, I got to pick the day he showed up. (An even longer story.)

However, when he arrived, he didn’t bother to contact either us (the teachers) or the main office. As a result, we went to class while he was apparently wandering around the school.

After I finally found the representative, I led him to my class. He seemed nice enough, but he is new management, which means he should be scanned, so to speak. One of my students had  not brought his textbook which meant he had to do three push ups. However, this student apparently had never done push ups before, and I had to show him what to do.

(Note: This is the first time I’ve ever exercised in class.)

(Second note: This is not the first time I’ve exercised.)

I find the observations amusing. I’ve been teaching, in some form or another, since 1989. I’ve been in Japan for 20 years. The observer has been in Japan for eight years.

Still, he was pretty cool. I was especially impressed he used an analogue notebook rather than a laptop computer for taking notes.

Maybe someday I’ll see his report. I’ll probably ignore it, though, but I’d like to see it. Especially because of the push ups.

 

 

Writing Without Mercy

My students in my evening university class are wondering what happened.

The mild-mannered teacher who gave them moderate amounts of homework during the last term has suddenly given them as much homework in two classes as he gave them in two weeks last term.

Unfortunately for them, the new course is intended to develop both reading and writing fluency and reading and writing speed and that means lots of writing and then even more writing. For example, they are required to write 150+ words a day in a journal. They can choose the topic, although I sometimes give them a topic that serves them for one day’s worth of journal.

On top of that they have readings, including reading scrolls that force them to read quickly and graded readers that force them to read, well, whatever reader we happen to have on hand.

Unfortunately, it also means more work for me. None of us will find mercy, I guess.

I’ve Got a Pen I’ve Got a Headache

My students thought I was about to sing. They don’t know me that well.

Because it’s done by a Japanese comedian, the P.P.A.P. phenomenon has hit Japan without mercy. It’s on the news. The singer is all over the variety show ecosystem. His costume was a big hit over Halloween.

Students of all ages at the school where I work are singing it. It’s in the phase where students will spontaneously burst into the song. It’s got the point where I’m ready to start using pencils because the singing starts every time I mention the word pen. (Ah, but PENcil. Never mind.)

The only good thing about the P.P.A.P. phenomenon is that it will go away quickly, at least here in Japan. The Japanese public will make something ridiculously popular, especially unfunny comedians, but that intense popularity guarantees that the interest will fade away quickly.

By contrast, the Gangnam Style fad barely made a ripple here, although that may be because of Japan vs Korea rivalry. Although I remember some university students singing it at one point, and even having a dance contest, I don’t remember seeing it on TV even once.

Today, when I was looking for my pen I said “I’ve got a pen.” The entire class suddenly went “Whoa” and watched me. I hammed it up by saying “What? I’ve got a pen? What?”

Now I’ll have to see how long I can use that trick to get everyone’s attention.

 

Dragging Out the Week Early

This week gets the pleasure of being my busiest week of the term. It’s already time for it be over.

The school where I work is starting up after a break. My evening class is starting up. My Sunday class is starting again, I have high school club and, just to rub salt in the wound, the company I work for is sending an observer for my last class of the week in order to tell me how to teach. Something like that.

That means tonight’s and Thursday’s entries will be tokens. This is complicated even more by me having to catch a later train than normal earlier tonight.

Now it’s off to bed.

Nakaya Cigar Portable Kuro-Tamenuri–Longish Term Review

In honor of Fountain Pen Day, a fountain pen review I’ve been putting off for a while.

I had intended to buy my grail pen later, but then one came available online for a surprisingly good price. After careful consideration of five minutes or so I decided that if the pen was available when I visited a couple days later, I might buy it.

I’m still not sure if I wanted it to be there when I got there or not. But it was there and I liked it enough to buy it. Then I had it fixed.

Nakaya pens are grail pens for a large number of pen addicts. They are handmade from ebonite (hard rubber) and hand coated with Japanese wakashi urushi lacquer. This gives them a rich look that other pen makers have a hard time duplicating. (More on that later.)

Mine is a Cigar Portable Kuro-Tamenuri (Black “pool” lacquering process, which doesn’t sound that sexy). Despite the name, it looks mostly black, except for areas where the months of coating and polishing revealed the red urushi layers.

The capped pen. You can see the red layers where the cap meets the barrel.

The capped pen. You can see the red layers where the cap meets the barrel.

Another view, with more red layers exposed.

Another view, with more red layers exposed.

It wasn’t my first color choice for my grail pen, but I’ve learned to  like the predominantly black look because it’s a pen that can be used in business or or in public with out attracting much attention, except from fellow pen addicts.

It has a 14K gold broad nib that has a nice bit of flex to it, although I have to be careful not to spring it. It is 150 mm long without the cap and 165 long with the cap. Like all Platinum based nibs, it has a lot tooth. One reviewer described the feeling as how a pencil feels and sounds as it moves across paper. At 20 grams, the pen is surprisingly light, even when inked.

Detail of the nib.

Detail of the nib. (Yes, it says, “Nakata” not Nakaya, after the founder of the company.)

Because I bought it used, the nib still had the influence of the former owner. I took it to the Nakaya staff at a pen show and they fixed the nib (and replaced the feed) free of charge.

The only things that annoy me about the pen are that, because it has internal metal threads it can’t be used eye-dropper style and that, because it is a cartridge/converter pen, it doesn’t have a great ink capacity. This latter complaint is the deal breaker for a great many pen addicts. For the same money, I can get different pens with more ink capacity.

Also, because the version I got has no clip, it has to be placed carefully or it will roll off the table.

That said, there is something about the look and feel of a Nakaya that can’t be matched by other pens. They feel warm when you pick them up.

I understand why some people don’t like them, or more accurately, don’t prefer them. but it all works for me.

 

 

The Course You Choose May Not Be Your Own

Our oldest is at the phase of her high school career where her high school is forcing her to make choices. These choices also effect She Who Must Be Obeyed and me.

At hour oldest’s school 11th graders are required to choose the course of study that will carry them to the course of study they hope to follow in their university careers. Against the better judgement of She Who Must Be Obeyed our oldest thinks she wants to follow the physics course.

Although I think this is a good idea there are a couple of issues: 1) her study habits are not the best; 2) math is not her best subject and physics requires lots of math; 3) the math will reach a level where all SWMBO and I can do to help her is clap our hands and lead cheers to inspire her; 4) She seems to think we’ll hire a tutor to help her; 5) I get the feeling she’s chosen it because one of her friends is going to choose it; and 6) I’ve got the vague sense that she’s chosen it because SWMBO is against it. In fact, this choice has prompted a couple long arguments between the two.

Either way, I encourage our oldest to choose a more difficult path, and physics is a good jumping off point for other kinds of science, but I also realize (as does SWMBO) that there’s going to be a lot of fighting over rules and study habits. This means there may be an iPhone 6 available for purchase sometime next year and that my WiFi is about to get a serious password upgrade.

 

Marks and Malaise

Finished the final marks for the Sunday classes I teach, then couldn’t be bothered to do much else of anything.

This is as predictable as getting a migraine and/or a cold on the first day of a vacation. However, in the case of the post-marking, end-of-term malaise, I often horrify myself enough by what I don’t do the first day that I end up doing something the next day.

Today, though, I ran through a bunch of small projects and even managed to sell some ink. What I didn’t do was write very much, but I also didn’t play much. It was just a day to sit and do very little but what could be accomplished without having to actually get up and go get it.

In the end I did a few things that were actually useful, including some writing and some organizing. Tomorrow is another day, of course, but I’ve said that before.

A Murder Without Blood

I hacked off a student’s head today. In my defense, he’d knocked the nose off one of my students and I was exacting revenge. He also should never have allowed me to get hold of his sword.

Today was the final class of the first term of the classes I teach on Sunday. Because it falls on-or-near Halloween, it is a tradition that part of the class is spent at a Halloween Party.

In the past I’ve borrowed a jacket to become an FBI agent but the first time I went my students got their invitations the morning of the part, which meant they couldn’t prepare costumes.

Today, though, we got notice in time for my students to prepare costumes. (I went as a cranky, ugly old teacher which, well, yeah.)

At one point, one of my students, who was dressed as a clown/harlequin lost her clown nose. I blamed the closest student, who happened to be dressed in a schoolgirl outfit complete with sword and gas mask. I threatened to burn down his town if he didn’t shape up. (Note: I do not know why that idea popped into my head.)

Somehow he decided it was a good idea to wave his sword rather than striking me with it. I disarmed him and went into a karate pose and promised to hill him and his family. (Actually I just did a dramatic pose and a dramatic sword strike whilst he did an impressive pratfall to the ground.)

There is a set of photos, but I can’t post them. Now I have a few days to rest before I start with the next class. Sigh.

 

Almost Completely Useless

On Thursday, I predicted to a colleague that I’d get a migraine on Friday. I knew this because it was the first day of a long holiday.

As predicted, I got my migraine aura and quickly took medicine and coffee. Despite this treatment, my body still punished me for the migraine. I spent most of the day caught somewhere between sloth-like and slug-like.

I did manage to get outside to buy some clothes and feed our youngest, but then I came back home and returned to sloth-like, slug-like mode.

That means it’s early to bed, especially as I’m working tomorrow. I did rough out some reviews for future topics here, and also weighed the pros and cons of doing NaNoWriMo this year. (Short version: It’s cons all the way down this year.)

But more on that in a future post.