Kaze’s Basketball Game

I was surprised to find out that many of the foreign students here don’t join clubs. Some of us have and, in most cases, are regarded like freshmen, but some groups give pretty equal treatment.

My friend Kaze (as he likes to be called) joined the basketball team in the fall and has been training and playing with them for these past two semesters. I always see him practicing in the gym while I’m on the second floor with Wadaiko, but I’ve never seen him play. Last week, we heard that he had a home game, so the Zelkova group decided to go cheer Kaze – and, you know, those other guys – on to victory! The others used makeup as face paint (it is all the same thing, really) and we started getting pumped about the game. From what we had heard, the ICU Seraphim were playing the ICU high school team.

High school? Really? Yeah, that is what I said, too.

But these kids are apparently the 5^th or 6^th best in the nation and their star player has been picked as one of the best players in Tokyo this year. Pretty cool stuff, but that meant we needed to make a distinction to cheer for ICU University, not ICU high school.

The game went pretty well, and I had a lot of fun screaming and clapping loudly – two things that aren’t looked on well in daily life here. We had only come to see Kaze, but sometime the other teammembers were really impressive. What do you do when you don’t know someone’s name? Give them one of course! One of my favorite pastimes is to give people nicknames based on their most obvious and sometimes worst feature. Ex: Purple Hat Boy or Dirty Shoelace Kid. They kind of sound like superheroes instead of strangers, which helps me feel more for them, but regardless. Besides Kaze, there was the Cap’in (sort for “Capitan”), Tall Guy, Ocho, Number 12, and Fast Kid. We nicknamed the high school's star player "Periwinkle" because that was his shirt color. Everyone had their own skills to contribute to the team. Except for Ocho, he was rather disappointing, but maybe it was just an off day. For some reason, though, they kept switching Ocho and Kaze during the game because Kaze was getting too many fouls too fast and they wanted to make sure they could still use him later in the game. What surprised me: after Kaze got hit in the face with the basketball and chipped his tooth, they wouldn’t sub him out! What gives?!

The cheering section was supreme; I’m just going to say. I learned about backwards spirit fingers, which had a 45% success rate, and we were pretty genki for the whole thing. But I think that Meghan started to lose her voice by the end of it. Oh, did I mention that besides us 4 who went for Kaze, no one else showed up? People would wander through, stop for a while and watch, but we were the only real audience. It was a good match! Why didn’t anyone else know about it?! More for us, I guess. The Daigakusei did give their all, but the Seriphim were behind by 24 points during most of the game. They did manage to catch up, but lost to the high school by 4. Well played, all. Hopefully I can catch a real game during the season.

Kaitenzushi, the Basics

(Yet another food blog)

Up until now, I’ve only been to the kaitezushi (revolving sushi) bar behind Musashi-Sakai station and one in the basement of a Kobe department store complex. Going to the one in Kobe won’t happen for me until I go all the way back to Kobe, so I was prepared to settle for the one near the station. But while it was cheap, it was so small and so crowded, and I’d have to bike all the way there. Not such a good set up. That was until my friends let me in on a great ICU secret: there is a bigger, closer, cheaper sushi bar right down the street!

They had all been craving sushi (and, really, who doesn’t?) and we had Friday afternoon classes canceled for a government issued test that weekend, so we decided to head off for our fill of sushi right after Japanese class. So, after class, off we went; past the gate watchman, past the rival ramen stores, the small shrine, J-Mart, Don Quixote, the large shrine, and under a bridge or two. We can in mass, which might have intimidated lesser store owners, but this particular kaiten was used to having swarms of ICU foreigners, so they weren’t shocked to see us at all. We did, though have to split up because SOME OF US couldn’t wait and decided it would be a good idea to skip the second half of Japanese class and go to the restaurant early, so they were already done by the time we arrived. All’s well that ends well, though, as our second wave would have had to sit at a second booth anyway.

For those of you who are new to all this (and in case I haven’t written it already), kaitenzushi bars are known for minimal customer-chef interaction and for serving most of the food on a revolving belt. The sushi chef cooks (rather, matches or wraps) everything in a little area and sets his finished pieces on the belt. As the little fish travels around the counter, it is up for grabs for anyone sitting at the bar. If you want one, just take it. After you eat the sushi, keep your plate until the end the servers will tally up how much you ate and bill you off that. Different types of plates have different colors or styles to help calculate price. For example, a yellow plate might be 105 yen, but one with blue flowers will be 225 yen. Color also lets the customer know if the sushi comes with wasabi already included or not. Each shop has a different plate system, so it is good to check before you grab a 500 yen plate. Ordering off the menu is also allowed.

If the store is small enough, you can just tell the chef what you want. But at the place we went, there cooks were all in the kitchen and two belts of food were coming out on the floor. In order to order, you had to type what you’d like electronically and when your order was ready, it would be sent around in a special bowl and music would announce that it was coming near your booth.

Most people like tuna and other types of fish, but the chewier stuff is my favorite! Clams, oysters, squid, and octopus are all good choices, but if you want something else, just pick it up. The restaurant that we went to had French fries, soups, desserts, and lots of “unique” sushi rolls, too. The food was so good, filling, and cheap, we all went back two days later! But having it twice in a three day period is enough for me. I’ll be set for sushi for a while, I think.

Let's Meet Ayako

Tada! It has been a while, but I finally found the second "Friends for Anna" video by Ayako (aka A-chan). This video had gone missing shortly after I took it (back in the ICU festival days). A-chan is one of the presidents of Soul Run this year and since Soul Run recently had a revival, I thought it was only appropriate to bring this back out. For those of you who are curious, we are practicing again so that we can perform in front of the Tokyo Prefecture Building at the start of a huge marathon! Something to encourage the participants. But, here is the thing: over half of our members are gone!! Many of the foreigners in Soul Run went home already and some of the freshmen don't want to practice again this year, so they're not coming back to help. None the less, we'll give it our all, although I can already feel my legs crying in pain. (>.<)

Oh, that's right, A-chan. Keep in mind, this is a rough, translation. Some things she said are even left out because I just don't know the grammar yet. No, really, it is a rough draft. It is, like, sandpaper rough. Run-out-of-water-and-your-tongue-feels-like-cracked-bricks-rough. You know the feeling? Yeah, it is terrible. Just like this translation. Douzo.

Me: Whenever is fine.

A: Can I start? Okay. Um, nice to meet you. I'm this year's ICU Soul Run president, Saito Ayako. I met Zaiton (that's me, y'all!) in Soul Run, but she was so beautiful, and I was really moved. She was busy with Wadaiko but (mumbles nice things) . I love you, Zaiton! Thank you! *chu, giggle, giggle*

Mochitsuki, the Basics

Okay, believe it or not, I actually keep a list of things that I want to write about in my blogs. It is just a matter of finally getting around to them....well, you know.

Today, there is a little thing I'd like to talk about called, mochitsuki (literally, "mochi making"). Mochitsuki is a tradition activity that has become more of less of a standard beginning of the year company ritual. Organizations set up the traditional equipment and provide the ingredients so that members, friends, and family of the group can come, pound giant mallets, and eat chewy, delicious paste to welcome in the new year. One such mochistuki was held by the construction workers at ICU. They invited everyone in to help them celebrate, and while I was interested in how the rice was actually made into mochi, I came mostly for the free lunch!

Hold on, what? Mochi? Oh, well that's uh.... I mean, it....hmm...right then. We'll call in a professional for this one: Wikipedia.

Mochi is traditionally made in a ceremony called mochitsuki. Traditionally, mochi was made from whole, polished, glutinous rice, in a labor-intensive process. While also eaten year-round, mochi is a traditional food for the Japanese New Year and is commonly sold and eaten during that time. Mochi is also a prominent snack in Hawaii, South Korea, Taiwan, Cambodia, and Thailand.

Further fun fact: The Japanese believe that there is a rabbit (not a man) on the moon and he pounds mochi with a large mallet.

Now that business is done with, let's move on. After the usual Saturday morning Wadaiko practice, I scampered over the the construction grounds just in time for the community's taiko performance. They were playing a piece that I knew which was very refreshing and, to my surprise, many other Wadaiko kids showed up to watch, too. They were on their way to see the latest Harry Potter movie, but had decided to stop off for mochi-on-a-stick instead of pay hundreds of yen for a bucket of Japanese popcorn. As an audience-powered people, the Japanese encourage unison cheering, something which I am also for, but I don't know the words. I tried faking it, but I ended up just saying the of an Arabic rice dish or other nonsensical phrases that sounded close enough. The rest of the mochitsuki was rather uneventful, in truth, but the experience was well worth the wait in line for the soup! I may or may not have had 4ths of the soup, by the way. Don't believe everything you hear.

People were constantly pounding mochi which was then used in every way imaginable by the cooks. Folks of all sizes gave mochi making a go, even little kids. I, apparently, did better than expected, but my friend Kaze wowwed more people than I did. Feeling pretty good about myself, I stood tall and proud until this spindly, little Japanese guy waltzed up, grabbed the largest mallet available and began pounding mochi with the timed precision of a Rolex watch! This man pounded on time, every time, with such force, I couldn't believe it!

Overall, a very enjoyable experience. We should do that again sometime. Next year? Sounds good. Although, this Saturday I'm rather excited for a Udon Noodle Making Party at Musashi-Koganei!! Soup! Soup for everyone!!!

Saitama Soccer Game

Remember back when I mentioned settai? If not, you can scroll back in time to find the blog, but if you do recall this little Japanese vocabulary, let’s pick up where we left off.

Well, waaa~~yyy back, my Wadaiko group was set on a string of settai. One was run by our president ("Nani Sore Something Something" Shunyo, the boy looking at this red phone and standing next to me in that ever-so-flattering photo). He absolutely loves soccer, and practically lived on the soccer field in high school, so he opened up a goup outing to see his hometown, pro-team play. A chance to see a Japanese soccer game AND hang out with the Wadaiko members?! I’m in all the way!! And so were the OYRangers, but the other kids….were busy. But even if it was just the foreign students who promised to come, Shunyo went all out; he brought all of his official jerseys and t-shirts for us to wear on top of all our jackets and sweaters, taught us soccer terms, gave us the team’s stats, showed us chants and cheers, and escorted us from start to finish. Thus were the OYRangers made into Urawa Red Diamonds fans. Or, as they say in Japanese, “We are Redzu!” Engrish makes me smile.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. A few things happened before we even made it to the stadium. First of all, we were running a little late. We had to dash straight from practice, so everyone was pretty tuckered, but had to stay somewhat awake on the series of buses and trains. As we were waiting at one of the many stations that took us to Saitama, Shunyo made a call, and then walked down a narrow hallway, stopping in front of a tall, thin boy with a high school uniform.

“What is he doing?” the Yellow Ranger asked. “Maybe the boy is asking him something” the Red Ranger speculated. “Nah,” the Green Ranger piped up, “He wouldn’t have gone all the way down to hallway to get asked a question.” The Red Ranger gave another guess “Maybe they know each other. We’re near Shunyo’s hometown, you know.” After a moment or two, I noticed something a little strange.“Um…hey, guys…does that kid have a white envelope with him? Yeah, it kind of looks like …Shunyo just snatched it away!! Now he’s pushing that kid around! What’s going on!? He’s, he’s hustling that kid!”

After the brief wave of panic, we were able to find out what was really going on. In actuality, that “kid” was one of Shunyo’s kid brothers and was just dropping off our tickets to his big bro (so rough housing is totally normal).

A. Ny. Way. We finally get to the field and this thing is super! I'm so glad that Shunyo used to pretty much live at this field when he was younger, because just navigating the parking lot was an adventure. It tuns out that although we bought tickets, we couldn't find a place to sit, so instead we all stood in the isle, which wasn't that weird as it turns out. From our lofty spot we could see everyone from the opposing team's fans to the players, the die-hard flag wavers, and the ocean of Reds fans.

The stadium was made especially for the FIFA World Cup 2002 Korea/Japan and can hold 63,700, making it Japan's biggest specialized football ground. But more than come to see the game, the fans who fill these stands feel like they are actually a part of the victory. There are dozens of songs, chants, and dances that everyone seems to know. If you don't, you learn them right quick, to be sure. I was worried about using my camera to record them because I figured, "As soon as I turn it on, they'll stop." Not true: one song was repeated for a timed 20 minute interval! The fans feel that if they have just as much energy as the players, it will all be channeled to victory, somehow. We just faked like we knew the words and sang along with the rest of them for the fun of it.

Bad news? Reds lost. Good news? I got to scream at the top of my lungs in Japanese with my friends!!

After the game, there was a huge closing ceremony because it was the last home game of the season/pre-season/actually I'm not sure why they had it. Sorry. I'm sure that you fine folks at home are probably bored to tears with this, so I'll end on some fun videos. Also, if you were looking in my photo gallery and were wondering what the final image that the crowd made was, watch the last video!

For more Reds Fan fun, check out their English website!

http://www.urawa-reds.co.jp/index_en.html