Monday, January 31, 2011

きりつ! [key-ree-ts]


Every once and a while at work, after classes and cleaning are finished for the day and the students have been ushered off to their club activities, all of the teachers will gather in the teacher's room for a meeting. These meetings are very long and very dull, covering every possible aspect of students and school life, including students behavior, injuries, and activities. I never pay any attention during these meetings since it's all quite over my head. Usually I sneak out about half way through to go home for the day.
I'm not the only one who finds them dull though; quite often I see teachers fighting the battle to stay vertical as they continually drift to sleep.

Today's meeting, however, took a rather interesting turn. The main topic for discussion was "aisatsu", the greetings that take place before every class begins. Greetings always go as follows: the "student of the day" tells everyone to stand up and then he or she looks around to make sure everyone is standing, facing forward, and silent. Once everyone is standing, they say "Attention!" (きりつ!) and finally "Bow". Everyone bows together and says "onegaishimasu", as in "yoroshiku onegaishimasu". Personally I think this is one of the most difficult phrases to translate in Japanese, but I think, in this particular situation, it is essentially, "thank you for teaching us". After bowing, the students must remain standing until the teacher tells them to sit down.

The sheer formality of such a greeting before the start of every single class, even in elementary school, has always amused me. It seems very bizarre and unnecessary to me, though I am fascinated by innate Japanese-ness of it. The teachers obviously take it very seriously, as evident by the extensive discussion they had today.

I was shocked into attention of this discourse by the sudden, recognizable call to "stand up!", nearly leaping to my feet myself. Instead, I looked up to see a few of the teachers, the principal, and the vice-principal acting as students in an impromptu role-play. They went through a round of greetings, and one of the teachers took on the role of a belligerent student. She alternated between refusing to give a full bow and refusing to say "onegaishimasu" as she bowed. The model teacher gave a model reprimand the the "class" continued to go through greetings until she "behaved".

Those of us that weren't participating were enjoying the little play. During the second round of greetings, after being given the command to stand, the vice-principal was a little slow on picking up the fact that they were still role-playing, and the model teacher, true to his role, was quick to respond, "Vice Principal, please stand up more quickly!" He blushed, and everyone laughed.

Afterwards, the teachers discussed the role-play, including exactly how quickly a person should bow, how deep a bow should be, and whether or not they were allowed to sit down afterward. It was a rather fascinating display, from my point of view. I felt like an anthropologist. I asked my teacher why they were discussing this. She seemed almost offended that I even had to ask, "It's part of student discipline. They aren't being polite enough!"

It's junior high school. Go figure.

Cheers,

anthropologist Baer

Sunday, January 30, 2011

-Update- New Posts!


Hello, my eager readers.
A short post to let you know I've updated with a few new backdated entries.

Please refer to the right-hand links under "Blog Archive".

New entries for 2010!
April - Accidental Acquaintances
September - Chef Savant
August - X Japan Yokohama
November - Punk Kaya
December - Questionable Medicine

Enjoy!

belated Baer

Friday, January 14, 2011

Miyavi! You did it!!

Amazing.
A-MAZE-ING!
AMAZING.
AMAZING!
...
Did I mention amazing? No?

AMAZING!!!!!

Remember my post last September about how, at his concert, I asked Miyavi to do a fanclub trip inside Japan before July? How he suggested an onsen trip and said he'd try?

He did it!! He's really making it happen! In April~!
I can't even think of anything coherent to write.
Amid the chaos of his world tour, he came through for me...
Wow! I am so impressed, and happy, and gleeful, and thankful, and... really impressed.

How can I not love such a man?
Amazing.

382(!!!!!!)* BAER!

P.S. On top of this, I found in the mail today that I won a Miyavi contest! Free poster and DVD! Whoohoo!!

Footnote:
*Some people were wondering why I always sign my Miyavi posts with "382". In Japanese, this can be read as mi-ya-bi(vi). He has it tattooed on his fingers and often uses it to refer to himself. Mystery solved!

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Not-So-Happy Bag

The New Year arrives in Japan, and with it... bunnies!

...no, I'm just kidding.
The highly advertised mascot of 2011 may be a rabbit, but sales are the real god in January.

In my opinion, sales in Japan usually leave a lot to be desired. Despite investing in enough banners and poster to make me think a place is going out of business, I usually find that the one lonely little rack marked 50-10% OFF (yes, they write it backwards, isn't that sneaky?) MAY have, at one point, had a single item that was 50% off, but all the remaining items are heavy on the 10% side. Now I have a tendency to look at sale racks like the last inch of milk at the bottom of the carton.

However, come the end of December and the beginning of January, along with a few other times of year centered around the end of a season, stores in Japan have "Lucky Bag" or "Happy Bag" sales. They cram a variety of unsold items into an opaque shopping bag, tape it closed, and sell it for a discounted price. You have no idea what you'll get... but it's on sale!

Seems kind of crazy, right? Who would pay any amount of money, let alone $60 to $160 for a glorified crapshoot? Well, the answer is, a lot of people. More specifically,

Me.

and Chingyi, of course, my partner in consumer-insanity.

Although initially overcome with uncertainty, we finally settled on buying matching bags at Arrow, a store we both love in the local AEON mall. We decided that for our one and only "happy bag" indulgence, we would go all out and get large size bags. While neither of us set our expectations too high for the results of this experience, neither could we quite contain our excitement at the prospect of our own little mystery adventure, for which we had the privilege of paying $120 each.

After putting in our orders at the end of December, we returned yesterday to pick up our "Happy Bags". On the way to the mall, I noticed others that had also indulged in the yearly consumer tradition, primarily one girl who had a very large Hello Kitty shopping bag hanging from her shoulder. Inside the mall, many of the stores had signs advertising "Happy Bag" sales and pick-ups. We raced to Arrow with matching excitement and trepidation.

The bag itself was a nice satin zip-up affair, big and hefty, which we wore proudly on our shoulders. We immediately went to the food court to settle in for dinner and our own Christmas in January. One by one we took turns blindly taking one item at a time out of our respective bags, until the bags were empty.

The result? As sad as it was predictable:

A spectacular failure!!!

Almost musingly so. Almost, if so much (albeit misguided) anticipation hadn't been wrapped up in it. Still, it was hard not to find amusement in the extreme level of failure. Each item carefully unwrapped was like a Christmas present from a distant aunt - an embroidered-cat-pillows kind of aunt - and all you can do is smile ruefully and shake your head, oohing and ahhing over the smallest details in dictionary-style depiction of "make the best of it". When we were finished and still peering into the bottom of our bags hopefully, the bag itself became a sort of consolation prize. Seventy-two inches of nylon gold.

Two points to Chingyi and Lindsay. Just a couple o' girls with bags full of cat pillow.

Cheers,

consumed-consumer Baer