Sounds of Travel

A while ago, I started taking sound recordings when I travel. Compared to taking pictures, it's a much more passive way to record a memory. I'm not thinking about how to frame a photo, or trying to get the best picture within the limits of my smartphone camera. Instead, I'm just listening, while my phone does the same. My recordings are usually one minute, and I use that time to just look. I'm not talking to whoever I'm with; I'm not looking at my phone, or reading. I'm just observing. Today, I want to share those sounds with you.

Devil's Washboard

As I took this first recording, I was standing on one of the long, thin rocks that are called the Devil's Washboard in Aoshima. In addition to the wind and the roar of larger ocean waves, you can hear water trickling against the rocks.

palm trees blowing in the wind at the garden near Aoshima.

Udo Jingu

I talked about both Aoshima and Udo Jingu in a previous blog post.

Ikeyama Fountainhead 1

The Ikeyama Fountainhead is a spring in Kumamoto. It was so cool to see fresh water bubbling up from the earth. It was calm and quiet; this recording is taken downstream, where the river picks up a little bit.

Ikeyama Fountainhead 2

By the fountainhead itself. Aside from the voices near the end of the recording, the only sounds are the water, the trees, and a singing bird.

Shiraike in Beppu

Many of the hot springs in Beppu, Oita are nearly boiling-- far too hot for a bath. Eerily, you can hear the hot steam as it comes out of the earth.

Oniyama

According to a sign by this hot spring, "The force of the steam is so strong here that about one and a half train cars can be pulled by its pressure." 

Tatsumaki Geyser

This is the sound of boiling water shooting out of the earth. 

Fukuoka Wine Festival

My friend and I coincidentally stumbled into a jazzy wine festival when we were in Fukuoka! A couple of kids were following the saxophone player around, and he kept on turning around suddenly and making them laugh.

walking in the rain

The wine festival broke up after it started pouring, and my friend and I walked back to our AirBnb in the rain. 

Fukuoka Castle Ruins 1

It's not too surprising that we kept coming across live music, since we were travelling during Golden Week! I cannot for the life of me figure out what this song is. Is it from a video game? It's very familiar!

Fukuoka Castle Ruins 2

Nijo Castle

The squeaking you hear is from the so-called "Nightengale floors." The hinges on the floors make a sound that poetic Edo period Japanese people compared to the sound of a nightengale.

Near Cocoa Market Mirabelle

Underneath a chocolate shop is a "secret" café, Angel Library. You have to know it's there (which isn't difficult, as it's on several online lists of things to do in Kyoto) and ask one of the workers at the chocolate shop for the location of the entrance and the passcode. Because it was such a busy travel time, we had a bit of a wait. The shop is next to a lovely stream.

Inside Angel Library

Kirishima Shrine

Kirishima is a volcano on the border of Miyazaki and Kagoshima prefectures. I visited Kirishima and Sakurajima (the most active volcano in Japan) with some friends in May. It was raining the whole time. I do love the sound of rain.

a small brook near the Usuki Stone Buddhas

As I recorded, I watched some very speedy fish flit around in the shallow water.

living room on a rainy morning

I had a lovely morning, eating breakfast and reading my book as it rained outside. Less pleasant: going out into the rain to get to work.

Thanks for reading (and listening!)

令和: New Emperor, New Era

Before I came to Japan, I assumed that Japanese years are structured in the same way as in America: today is 2019 C.E., and next year will be 2020. This is true to a certain extent: people in Japan certainly do use the Gregorian calendar. But Japan also has time divided up into eras.

You'll hear people talk about the Edo Period (1603-1867), or the Heian Period (794-1185) when they discuss Japanese history. These eras are similar to discussing Renaissance Europe, or maybe Tudor England. The current period started in 1868, not long after Japan’s borders were opened.

Within each of these larger periods, time is divided by the reigns of various emperors. The current 平成 (Heisei) period started in 1989. This year, 2019, is the 31st year of the Heisei period. I was born in 1996, so when I’m filling out official documents I say I was born in the 8th year of Heisei.

On May 1st 2019, the current Emperor of Japan Akihito, is going to abdicate because of his health. When his son Naruhito accedes to the throne on May 1st, the Heisei period will end, and the next era will begin.

Today, the name of the new period was announced. So far as I know, the Japanese Imperial family has a similar role to the royal family of England: mostly ceremonial. The name of the era is written with two kanji (Chinese characters), the meaning of which embodies Japan’s hopes for the era. Heisei is made up of 平(hei) and 成 (sei). 平 means ‘peace’ or ‘balance.’ 成 means ‘to become.’ Thus, the Heisei era is about Japan’s desire to become peaceful and balanced.

The new era will be called 令和 (reiwa). According to both The Guardian and The Japan Times, the era name usually comes from traditional Chinese poetry, but reiwa was taken from the Man'yoshu, "the oldest existing anthology of Japanese poetry" (The Guardian).

My dictionary and an article by The Guardian both translate 令 (rei) as “command” or “decree,” though according to Japan Times it means something more like “fortunate.” 和 (wa) means “peace” or “harmony.” I would guess that 令和 means either a demand for peace, or peaceful fortune. Either way, Japan continues to value peace. 

Hinamatsuri and Aya Hinayama Festival

By telling me about Japanese culture when I was growing up, my mom set me on the path to where I am now. Learning about Japanese culture made me want to study the language, studying the language made me want to move to the country, and now here I am.

For as long as I can remember, I have known that my birthday is a holiday in Japan. “Girl’s day,” my mom called it; it is usually translated as the “doll’s festival.” In Japanese, it is known as hinamatsuri (hee-nah-ma-tsoo-ree).

Like many Japanese traditions, hinamatsuri has its origins in Chinese culture. It is said that people would throw paper dolls into the river to wash away flaws and bad fortune. The tradition made its way to Japan, and gradually the dolls grew more detailed and permanent. Today, the dolls, called hina ningyo (“hina dolls”) wear the style of the Heian period, between 794 and 1185 CE. They sit on what looks like a red staircase. At the top rests the king and queen. Beneath it are various princes, princesses, and retainers, along with food, decorations, and chests of their belongings.

The most traditional of the displays in Aya

The symbolism behind the dolls is that they will bring good marriages for the girl(s) in a household. There is a belief that if the dolls are left out too long after the holiday, the daughter(s) will marry late. I heard that tradition stems from the original floating of dolls down a stream: the dolls fill with the bad luck, the stuff you want to get rid of, and so you shouldn’t keep it around you after the fact.

Part of the reason I’m interested in hinamatsuri is because of my interest in the gender dynamics of Japan, which sometimes feel more rigid than what I am used to in America. For instance, middle school girls have to wear skirts as part of their uniforms, and often the seating charts are planned based on gender. In other ways, the gender dynamics can be freeing; women often control the finances of the house, for instance, and being a stay-at-home mom is treated as an occupation in a way that respects the domestic labor, which we don’t quite see in America. However, coming from a Western perspective, it’s much easier to see the more rigid aspects of gender than the freeing ones.

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I drove down to Aya yesterday with my friend Jesse because Aya has a festival with a unique twist on Hinamatsuri. A small town in the southern half of Miyazaki, Aya is known for its connections to nature. It has a large forest, which you can gaze at from one of the world’s largest suspension bridges. It is also home to a lot of organic farming and positive ecological practices.

Aya is also home to some very cute cafes.

Aya’s twist on hinamatsuri is that it displays the dolls amidst beautiful flowers and greenery. Moss, boulders, and clippings of peach and cherry blossoms surround the dolls. One woman told us that in olden days, when the first child of a family was born, they were given a small mountain to wish them good fortune in marriage. Also, according to the festival’s website, mountain gods were believed to be female. It seems to me that Aya’s festival is a merger of many different traditions and cultures, especially since hinamatsuri also has its origins in momo no sekku, the peach blossom festival.

In the morning, the young children of Aya were in a (very adorable) parade, along with a woman and man dressed in what I believe was Heian period clothing. There were also some taiko drummers. After watching the parade, Jesse and I walked around town, stamping a little paper at each of the hina mountain displays (in theory, we could each win a prize).

We also went up to Aya Castle, which was originally built in 1331, destroyed, and then rebuilt in the 1980’s. We met many friendly people, who were eager to welcome us into their town. We also met some other foreigners, including some teenagers who sounded like they were from America or Canada and some medical students from India who go to school in Miyazaki City. I got to try throwing shuriken and was used as an assistant in a balloon performance. We found some delicious burritos, a rare treat in Japan. After we drove back, we met another friend, Samantha, for dinner, and then watched some Brooklyn Nine-Nine together. Samantha bought me a little cake and some candles, as well!

Jesse in front of Aya Castle

A lot of fun (and not a lot of skill) throwing shuriken

All in all, it was a really good birthday. I love exploring, and I love Japanese festivals. Aya is a beautiful place, and I look forward to going back!

Taiko

For the last several months, I have been part of a taiko group-- traditional Japanese drumming. Taiko is one of the things I knew I wanted to do before coming to Japan. I'd seen it back in Minnesota, and I loved the rhythms and the little wooden flute and the way the drums are so loud you can feel them reverberating in your chest. Plus, since graduating college (and thus leaving behind the band in which I played flute) I've missed playing music with other people.

Taiko is like nothing I've ever done before. Even if I'd been a percussion player in band, which I wasn't, it would be totally different. It's a full-body activity. All of you moves with the rhythm-- it's part drumming and part dance. It's a good workout, too.

Taiko is also a challenge. I've always been better at reading music than memorizing it, so learning songs entirely by ear is hard for me. I actually wrote out the rhythm to one of the songs just so I could see it on paper, though it makes no sense without an explanation. I'm also not great at memorizing movements, as I don't have much experience with things like dance and martial arts.

I love my taiko group. Everyone teaches me, down to the youngest kid, who's in first grade. One of the main lessons I've gotten out of every children's book ever is that you shouldn't underestimate kids. They have just as much to teach as anyone else. Certainly, I've found that to be true in Japan. These children have been teaching me both Japanese and taiko, and I'm grateful for it.

Today I had my first taiko performance. I did make some mistakes, but I did it, and I'm proud of myself. I'm also proud of Jesse and the really talented kids we played with.

Thanks for reading!

Lian

Nagasaki Lantern Festival

Last weekend (February 4-11), I went to the Nagasaki Lantern Festival.

Nagasaki is one of the most international cities in Japan. When Japan was closed to most outside countries, it still traded with China and the Netherlands via its port in Nagasaki. Because of that, Nagasaki developed a culture that is more international than much of Japan. As evidence, the two most famous foods from Nagasaki are chanpon, a noodle dish that originated in China, and Castella, a cake that was brought by Portuguese merchants.

While most Japanese people celebrate New Year’s at the same time as we do, Nagasaki’s big New Year festival aligns with the Lunar New Year (what we call the Chinese New Year in America). Over the last twenty years or so the festival has grown, and now it is renowned for having over 15,000 lanterns, attracting people from all over Japan and beyond.

The festival has a variety of attractions. The lanterns themselves are quite a sight, especially at night. I also got a glimpse of Chinese acrobats (one did a handstand on top of a giant pile of chairs) and a dragon dance, in which participants dance while holding a large dragon on sticks, which is chasing a golden ball. I also heard the erhu, a traditional Chinese instrument, and ate some delicious food. My favorite was called momo manjuu, which means something like “peach dumpling.” The name is a bit misleading; the steamed dumpling is decorated to look like a peach, but it actually contains anko, sweet red bean paste.

This festival is definitely something for which pictures are better than words. It’s truly breathtaking, and I recommend going if you ever get a chance. If you do, though, bear in mind that there are huge crowds. I was fortunate to be able to stay with my host family, who live in Nagasaki City. For one thing, hotels probably would have been very expensive, and parking a hassle; but the main reason is that my host family is incredible. I enjoyed talking to the parents and grandparents and playing with the little kids just as much as I enjoyed seeing the lanterns!

All in all, a great trip. Thanks to Erin and Emily for coming with me!

Thank you for reading,

Lian

Winter Break Part II

Here, I will talk about part two of my winter vacation. Part one can be found here.

After staying with Tara’s family in Singapore, I went to Tokyo, where I stayed with a couple different family friends.

The first night, I stayed with Yuto and his family. Yuto is a student at a small college near my house in Minnesota. As an international student, he has a host family—not to live with, because he lives in a dorm, but to visit, since his home is so far away. He has dinner with my family once every week or two, and comes to family gatherings during holidays. When I got to Tokyo, he was home for winter break.

His family took me around the Yanaka area of Tokyo. We went to a cute little onigiri shop for lunch, and then we went to make candy. Amezaiku is a traditional Japanese candy. We didn’t make the candy itself; rather, we learned to shape it. As amezaiku is a hard candy, we first waited while it was heated up. We were wearing two pairs of gloves: a thicker pair, to keep us from burning ourselves, and ordinary plastic gloves, to stop the candy from sticking to us and for sanitary reasons.

According to the shopkeeper, amezaiku is different from Western decorative candies because it is shaped out of one piece of candy. There is no making small, intricate parts and then connecting them. You have to do it with one piece, and that means you have only three minutes to do it. Then the candy hardens, and that’s that.

I say this in part to justify how my ‘dolphin’ candies look much more like some kind of eel-shark hybrid.

After making candy, we went to a market called Yanaka Ginza. For whatever reason, the street is largely cat themed. There are cats on the roofs of some buildings, watching over the market, and every other shop sells cat-themed merchandise. One shop even had its own live cat! I bought a little good luck charm. It’s a small glass cat with gold on the inside, and when kept in one’s wallet, it brings good luck.

All in all, I had a really good time with Yuto and his family!

For the rest of my trip, I stayed with Yuriko. My mom met Yuriko the first time she came to Japan, when she studied abroad in Tokyo during her junior year of college. They’ve been friends for more than thirty years. The first time I went to Japan, three-and-a-half years ago, we stayed with Yuriko for a while in Tokyo. It was nice being back there again. It was also great because it was my first time experiencing a Japanese New Year!

My mom with Yuriko and her family in 1991

In my experience, for Americans, Christmas and/or Hanukkah are the holidays where we gather with family and, if religious, engage spiritually with the holiday. In Japan, Christmas is a party day, even a date night. Santa has made his way over here, but the holiday doesn't have the same weight as in America. Aside from Santa, other Japanese Christmas traditions include eating cake and (for some reason) KFC.

On New Year’s, Japanese people gather with their families. Often, they return to their parents’, grandparents’, or even great-grandparents’ house. I spent New Year’s Eve itself with Yuriko and some family friends. Many people in Japan watch the first sunrise of the new year, and go to shrines very early in the morning (or rather, very late at night). I was too tired to stay up much past midnight, but I did have a good time!

In Japan, お正月 (oshougatsu), or New Year’s, refers to January first through third. While many people in America go back to work on January 2nd, Japanese people are on holiday through January 3rd. (They do have work on Christmas, though, so I’d deem it an even trade-off.) Here are some elements of Japanese culture that I learned about during my first お正月 in Japan!

• Yuriko helped me do 生け花 (ikebana), Japanese flower arranging, for the first time! I can’t pretend to know the nuances of ikebana aesthetics, but I do think this turned out very well! Credit for that largely goes to Yuriko.

• おせち料理 (osechi ryouri) refers to foods traditionally eaten during New Year’s. Once upon a time, all of the stores closed during New Year’s, and people didn’t cook. They devised a meal full of symbolic foods that could be cooked before New Year’s and eaten throughout the holiday. Here’s an article talking about the symbolism behind the various foods. 

• Up until last year, I thought that mochi was specifically a dessert. Often it is served as a little ball, with anko (sweet red beans) or matcha (green tea flavoring) on the inside. However, it turns out that mochi is used for more savory meals, as well, particularly during the New Year. Yuriko ordered a lot of mochi from her favorite maker. It arrived on New Year’s Eve. I helped cut it up, which was deceptively difficult: as it is made of rice, it is very sticky. The trick is to get the knife wet every so often to keep it from sticking.
  
  I ate mochi two ways during New Year’s, though I’m sure there are more. One way is to take a piece of mochi and wrap it in seaweed, then sprinkle it with soy sauce. Yuriko’s family adds another special touch: a piece of cheese. It was really good! The other way is a soup called お雑煮 (ozouni), which contains mochi and vegetables.

• Another New Year’s food is soba, or buckwheat noodles. They are healthy. Because of that and because they’re long, eating soba during the New Year is believed to give you a long life. 

• We visited a temple together for the first time in 2019. The temple is called 深大寺 (jindaiji), and it was very busy on January 2nd! There were a lot of merchants, selling foods, traditional Japanese toys, and boar-related decorations, as 2019 is the year of the boar (or inoshishi, in Japanese).
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  I got my fortune there. The fortune is written on a piece of paper. If it’s a good one, you can keep the paper, and if it’s bad you tie it on something that looks like a clothesline, leaving your bad luck at the temple instead of taking it with you. My fortune was very good—of all the levels, it was the second best. Among other things, it told me that 2019 will be a good year for moving and starting new jobs—which is great, because I’ll be moving back to America in August!

Japan has many New Year’s traditions, and I haven’t listed even close to all of them. Even as it is different from American holiday traditions, it is also similar in a lot of ways. We, too, gather with family and eat symbolic foods; and we also treat the new year as a new start.

Thanks for reading! Here’s to a great 2019 for all of us!

(And, yes, I have already failed in my one-post-a-week goal. In my defense, I did write this last week! I just didn't get around to posting it.)

Aoshima Naked Man Festival

(Don't worry, there wasn't actually any nudity involved in the festival!)

I know I promised to tell you more about my winter break. However, I want to tell you about what I did today while it’s still fresh in my mind. Tokyo will have to wait until next week!

Today, I went to southern Miyazaki for the 青島裸祭り, known in English as the Aoshima Naked Man Festival. Aoshima Shrine is located on a small island by the ocean. Beside the island, alternating rows of stone and water form stripes known as the “Devil’s Washboard” because of the formation’s resemblance to an old-fashioned Japanese washboard.

Aoshima’s entrance into Japanese mythology starts with the story of two brothers, descended from the Shinto sun goddess, Amaterasu. One of the brothers is a hunter, and the other is a fisherman. They decide to trade jobs for one day; in his ineptitude, the hunter, Yamasachi, loses his brother’s fish hook in the sea. He goes into the ocean to search for it, to no avail. His quest takes him to an underwater palace, home to the beautiful princess Toyotama.

Yamasachi falls in love with Toyotama and spends three years underwater. When he finally finds the fish hook and returns to land with his new wife, he is greeted by a crowd of people standing in the frigid water. That is where today’s festival comes in.

After ceremonially warming themselves up with various exercises, a crowd of people (once only men, but now women as well) rushes into the cold January sea. The women are wearing happi coats, which covers about the same amount of skin as a T-shirt and shorts. The men wear only loincloths. They stay in the water for perhaps five minutes, their heads bowed, hands pressed together in prayer.

Once they return to land, the participants disappear to warm up and dry off. 

There follows another portion of the ceremony. Water is heated up until it is steaming, and a priest dips a palm frond into the water and flings droplets at the participants. Everyone exclaims at the heat, enough that it is almost concerning, except that they are smiling and laughing the whole time. Afterward, the crowd lines up to be blessed by the priest.

That mostly sums up the festival, but the story isn’t over yet! Yamasachi and Toyotama stay together, and eventually Toyotama becomes pregnant. She asks Yamasachi not to visit or even look at her as she gives birth, and he promises to do as she wishes. But curiosity tempts him and he peeks in on his wife, only to see not a woman but a dragon. While giving birth, Toyotama has returned to her true oceanic form. In shame, she flees into the ocean. She leaves her child behind, though she gives him tools for survival: she sends her younger sister to take care him, and she leaves behind her breasts, to give him milk. The child grows up to marry his aunt, and their son becomes the first emperor of Japan.

The site of Toyotama’s childbirth is the location of the second shrine I visited today, Udo-Jingu. The shrine is inside a cave. Stalactites hang from the ceiling, dripping water. It is believed that if a woman catches a drop of that water in her mouth, she will be blessed with fertility.

I found myself particularly drawn to Toyotama’s story. Everyone learns to feel shame over their natural bodies in some way or another, but particularly women. We may be satisfied with the ways our bodies function and provide with us, but when we consider the gaze of others, we are taught to search instead for flaws. Our shame is doubled because we are so often valued for our bodies instead of for our minds. Toyotama was content with her true form in her own company, but as soon as her husband saw her for what she really was, she fled.

Wikipedia’s telling of the myth provides a different interpretation: “After catching her husband spying on her, [Toyotama] was utterly ashamed that he broke his promise. Unable to forgive [him], she abandoned him and their child by returning to the sea.” Instead of shame over seeing herself through her husband’s eyes, she is ashamed that he is not the honorable man she thought him to be.

Whatever the reasons for Toyotama’s disappearance, her feelings resonate across the centuries, and she herself is honored instead of disgraced: Aoshima shrine is dedicated to her, and Toyotama is the reason for the dragon imagery that I saw all over the place. The shrine is supposed to bless marriage, or those hoping for marriage, which does amuse me a bit: Toyotama’s and Yamasachi’s marriage did not end particularly well.

I seriously considered sleeping in today instead of going to Aoshima, and I am glad that I changed my mind. Even just in Miyazaki, I have so much exploring left to do!

Note: In addition to hearing the story from friends, the following web pages helped me piece it together:

https://us.jnto.go.jp/blog/the-legendary-birth-of-a-nation-in-miyazaki/#comments

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toyotama-hime

Winter Break Part I

I go back and forth on my opinion of New Year’s Resolutions. On the one hand, we see the new year as a fresh start, and so it’s a good time to build new habits. It was through a New Year’s resolution that I became a vegetarian, actually: one year, in high school, I resolved to be vegetarian for the month of January, and after January I decided to continue.

That said, the culture around New Year’s resolutions seems to be that a lot of people don’t follow through. I tried to be realistic in my goals for this year, which are as follows:

• Write at least five sentences every day, at least through the month of January; if it seems achievable (which it does so far) I’ll continue through the rest of the year.

• Blog once a week until I return to America in August. I’ll likely continue this blog after I get back, but it’s far enough away that I’m not worried about that right now.

I put this here so that you, reader, can keep me honest. If it’s been a week and I haven’t posted anything, feel free to nag me about it. A bit of external reinforcement never hurts.

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For winter break, I went on a two-week long vacation. First, I went to Singapore to stay with my lovely friend Tara, whom I know from college. Then, I went to Tokyo and stayed with a friend of my mom’s.

First, Singapore. I’ve actually been there once before—I went in January of 2018, with a couple other college friends. We stayed with Tara’s family that time, too. It was a great trip. I will admit that I was really nervous about my first Christmas away from home. I have so many traditions surrounding Christmas—waking up early and reading my book by the Christmas tree, seeing relatives on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, eating certain foods, and so on—that I was worried I’d spend the whole day wishing I was at home.

That did not happen. I did wake up a bit early (by coincidence) and read by the tree, but I was too busy with Tara and her family to feel particularly homesick. We didn’t do too much—we ate some delicious food, played Codenames: Pictures, which Tara had bought for her brother, watched Shrek The Halls (which I loved), and generally relaxed.

I didn’t do as much tourism as my last visit to Singapore, since I did a lot of that in January. This trip was more about spending time with friends and relaxing by the pool. Tara and I did go to Gardens by the Bay, a lovely botanical garden. We had also gone in January, but there’s a lot to do there. Last time we went to the Cloud Forest Dome, which has plants from the cloud forest biome. This time, we went to the Flower Dome. Here are some pictures!

    

All in all, it was a great visit, and I’m so glad I got to spend Christmas with Tara and her family!

Next time, I’ll talk about Tokyo, and my first Japanese New Year!

Stargazing

First, a note. I didn't write at all in November because I was doing National Novel Writing Month; I didn't write in December because I felt like I had to sum up the entire amount of November and I didn't know how. To get myself writing again, I'm just skipping past the last month and a half, at least for the moment. Now, onto the post.

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Last night, I woke up at about three a.m. I heard something rattling against the windows and wondered if it was wind or rain or even, for one bleary moment, hail. It was just wind, but in opening the curtains I discovered the most magnificent view.

Right there, in front of me, was Orion's belt. I suppose it's been cloudy a lot lately, or I just haven't been looking up when the stars are out. I was astonished that I could see them so clearly from my bed. One of the stars above the belt was reddish, even a bit flickery, and I wondered if it wasn't Mars. I remembered hearing something about how Mars is often near the horizon; certainly I don't remember it so close to Orion.

Some years ago, on a camping trip with my family, someone took me out to look at the stars. They had an app that would label stars or constellations as you point your phone at the sky. Last night, I downloaded something similar and used it to look around.

The reddish star, it turns out, is actually Betelgeuse, a red supergiant that is part of Orion. (Naturally, the name made me think of the scary movie from elementary school, Beetlejuice.) Next to Betelgeuse is Bellatrix, and another bright star that I wanted to identify was Sirius. (I recently re-listened to the audiobook versions of Harry Potter books six and seven, so I was interested to note how close those two stars are in the sky; I think Regulus is in the same general area, though a bit farther away.)

When I was younger, I wasn't very interested in constellations; they were like a human-imposed barrier between me and the enormity of space, the insignificance of earth, the planets and stars that we know so little about. Instead of searching for constellations that were so hard to visualize, I wanted to learn about the real bodies within and beyond our galaxy.

Laying in bed last night, I changed my mind about constellations. They are also ancient, in their own way, just on a different scale of time from the stars themselves. They're like cave drawings on the sky. They tell us about the people who came up with them, and their similarities and differences from ourselves. They vary across cultures, and yet certain bright stars and distinct shapes catch the attention of people around the world. (I recommend a look at this page if that interests you!)

Though my thoughts were a bit less abstract at three a.m. than they are now, I felt something I can't quite describe as I looked up at those stars. It reminded me of a beautiful moment, about five years ago, when I fell asleep with light from a full moon directly on my face.

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I went outside again this evening, with my trusty stargazing app. I finally did find Mars, though it was neither on the horizon nor near Orion. I also found some other constellations, like Cassiopeia (which I've actually noticed before because of its distinctive M shape, though I didn't know what it was).

If you have a spare moment on a clear night, I encourage you to go outside and look at the stars! Search for constellations, if you want; or just take a minute to appreciate the beauty of those little prickles of light.

Thanks for reading!

Lian

misc. anecdotes

• In America, comments like, "You're so young!" seem to be reserved for people younger than the speaker. Like around my twenty-second birthday, I was talking about how I felt old in some way or another, and my parents responded with, "Lian. You're so young."
  It is not so in Japan. When I tell anyone my age, students included, they're like, wakai!!!, you're so young! I was told I'm young by a group of six-year-olds! I wanted to respond, "But you're six!"

• At pretty much every school, the kids tell me how beautiful I am. I do think it is mostly because of my whiteness, especially when they comment that my eyes are beautiful; my looks are different from what they're used to, but I don't experience the negative racism I would get if, for instance, I was black. Even despite all that, though, I can't deny that it feels nice to be told I'm beautiful all the time! It's a nice change from internally criticizing myself.

• Japanese people play rock paper scissors, or janken, all the time. In school, they use it to decide everything. Who gets the extra milk carton at lunch? Which student will practice vocabulary first, while the other student quizzes them? What team is starting in the game?  Rock paper scissors will decide the result, and all will accept it. It's actually a really good method of resolving simple disagreements.
  This explains how it's played in Japan. What I don't understand is why the textbooks translate it as "rock scissors paper." To fit in the rhythm of the game, we say, rock scissors paper, one two three! There very well may be a reason it's switched-- my theory is that the kids assume it goes in that order, and they don't want them to mix up the words for scissors and paper. All I can say is, it's been a few months now, but saying "rock scissors paper" still feels weird.

• On the note of janken, I once overheard a couple kids arguing over who would ask me if I have a boyfriend-- a question I get a lot. I heard them janken to decide that, and even heard them practice saying Do you have a boyfriend? in English. But no one ever actually got the courage to ask. I thought it was pretty funny.

• I love playing with the kids during recess, though it is definitely tiring. So far, the games I've played are pretty similar to the ones I grew up with: tag (onigokko), cops and robbers (kei-robo, short for keisatsu, or police, and dorobou, or robber) are the main ones. One time, I was playing freeze tag with a class, and every time I got frozen these curious first graders would come talk to me. We'd chat, and then every time someone unfroze me they would follow like ducklings as I ran away, until I got tagged again.

• The kids often play dodgeball at recess. The first time I did it, I confidently told them, "I know that game!" But, it turns out, I didn't. Japanese dodgeball has a similar feel to the American game, but the rules are definitely different.
  In the dodgeball I learned, there's usually multiple balls in play, and the goal is to throw one at the other team. If it hits them, they're out, and if they catch it, you're out. When you're out, you either wait on the sidelines for the end of the game, or try to hit someone with a ball from wherever you're sitting on the floor.
  In Japan, the premise is similar: there are two teams throwing balls at each other; you don't want to be hit and you do want to catch it, though catching the ball just allows you to throw it at the other team, instead of making anyone be out. However, if you're hit with the ball, you continue to play: you go to the sidelines and throw it at the other team. If you hit someone from the other team, you go back into play.
  While I am a bit nostalgic for my childhood version of dodgeball, there's a couple things I like about this game. First, you're always playing: no one has to sit around and wait for the game to end, or for a ball to roll their way. Second, the game basically goes on forever, which works well for recess.

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Climb every mountain, ford every stream....

I had a day off on Monday-- I believe it was health and sports day, but there have been a lot of public holidays lately, so I'm starting to lose track.

I took advantage of the day to do something I've been meaning to do since I got here: hike Mt. Mukabaki.

When I ask for hiking suggestions within Nobeoka, Mukabaki always comes up. And while I've gone hiking in the mountains before, I can't think of time I've ever climbed a mountain start to finish before. As I didn't know if it was safe to go alone, I gathered some fellow ALTs who had also been wanting to make the climb, and off we went!

It was harder than I expected, since I'm used to hiking flatter trails-- there were a couple moments that felt like I was climbing more than walking. Those were my favorite parts: plotting out a safe path is, to me, much more interesting than just walking. However, the hike was positively gorgeous, and there wasn't a single moment when I felt bored.

 As we walked, the types of trees kept changing. I'm not sure what these are, though their height reminded me a bit of redwoods.

My lovely hiking companions!

One of the fun parts!

I was starting to feel very tired at this point.

I never thought I'd find myself taking pictures of worms, but this one was a beautiful color in the sunlight. 

The sign marking the peak!! I'm even more exhausted in this picture.

I could see pretty much all of my lovely oceanside town from up there.

Do you see the lizard?

A sign explaining the name of the mountain. I think it has something to do with the way the mountain, with its two different peaks, looks like a machine that was used to make some kind of clothing. (My more literate friend, who helped me understand the kanji, explained it much better!)

A shrine a little more than halfway to the top.

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