Dan vs the World

Saturday, June 25, 2005

Mr. Miyagi is full of sh^t!

So you know that scene in the Karate Kid where Mr. Miyagi is trying to catch a fly with chopsticks…… yeah, they don’t actually do that here…. In fact whenever I try all my kids yell and laugh as if I were crazy! But I’m not crazy!!!! I didn’t come up with this! Stop looking at me like I’m crazy!!! It’s not me it’s Miyagi-san!!!

Yeah yeah I know what you’re thinking now, since you’re name is Dan you must be Daniel-san! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA F^ck off, that was never funny in the states and is even less funny here. And just to set the record straight I’m not Daniel-san, I’m Dan-sensei. Hahaha who’s laughing now, you’ll never be called sensei…. unless you come to Japan…. and teach…. or, strangely enough,… if you are a dentist or a doctor… they are called sensei too. Yeah, kinda strange, but I guess we shouldn’t talk; we call people Doctor who couldn’t tell a spleen from a dried potato. MMMmmmm potato….. or as I tell my kids potatoe.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

I think they're trying to say I'm fat

Nothing brightens my day more than having a complete stranger tell me I should diet.

I love this country man!

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Dan vs. the Third Grade

So I was just finishing up a particularly difficult lesson with one of my san-nensei classes. This was my third class in a row, and I had another one right after. So I said my typical “Thank you, Good bye.” and started to leave. The third grade had different ideas.

It quickly became a game of “let’s do everything in our power to make Dan-sensei’s trip back to the office as difficult as humanly possible.” It started with 4 boys blocking my way in the hall. I smiled and laughed at them, gentle pushing my way through. Though the boys tried to stop me, there was little that 4 50lbs eight-year-olds go do against the onslaught of a fully grown, 300 lbs. adult male. Though they new they were overmatched their spirits were not dampened in the least. Two of the boys grabbed onto my legs, so that with every step I took, I’d be dragging them with me. This, while not particularly effective at stopping me, seeing how I could still easily walk with these weights attached to my feet, they did manage to slow me down while the other two boys went for reinforcements. And reinforcements came.

About ten additional children appeared out of nowhere (their ninja training paying off) and a new strategy was attempted. Again four children tried to block my way. Two children joined the leg clingers, so that now I was dragging two kids with every step. A child jumped onto each of my arms, hanging onto them like little monkeys in training, swinging back and forth and generally being amusing to watch… but it was still added weight to my already burdened body. Now if this weren’t enough, a child grabbed me around the waist pulling me backwards while another child stood in front of me and tried to push me backwards. However despite these whole hearted attempts, I could still walk forward, if with a little effort. And when I met up with the four blocking my way, I was still able to power through. (Hey what can I say, I’m a big guy).

However, these efforts where beginning to take their toll on me. It was a warm day, probably about 80 degrees out with about 200% humidity. So, I started doing what many greater men than I have done in the past…. I started sweating profusely. (ewwwww) the kids didn’t seem to mind, but I had to teach another class soon and I was getting tired! Anywho.

Well, there is one thing I’ll say for these third graders and that is that they are persistent. Seeing that I had, at this point, almost made it halfway back to the office they decided to pullout there full numbers. While a high pitched squeal, the leader gave the secret emergence call. 8-year-olds started coming at me from all angles, rushing in from the school building, appearing from behind blades of grass, and dropping out of the sky. Before I knew it I was being over run by well over thirty third graders. The train of leg clingers grew to about six kids per-leg, there where now three kids clinging to me waist, another four pushing against me, and many circling around me (no doubt that this would disorient me and confuse me into accidentally going back towards the class rooms. There were also others who tried to hang onto my arms, or tried tickling me or poking at me (actually none in an uncomfortable place which these kids are notorious for… which was really in there best interest not to do). There were also a few who were shooting questions at me in Japanese, which I of course didn’t really understand, but I think they went along the line of “What fruit do you like?” and “How tall are you?” and “can you use chopsticks, because my parents told me that gaijin were physically incapable of using them?” The exact strategy behind these questions I have yet to determine, but you know these Japanese people, very sneaky.

Now with all these children swarming around me, I was almost overcome, but I let out a mighty roar and mustered all of my strength, and stepped forward! Again, I mustered my strength, but when I tried to move my other leg, I almost lost my balance and fell over… and though it was tempting I didn’t really want to crush these kids, I’m probably feel guilty afterwards, and the jail time just isn’t worth it. So I quickly stopped and caught my balance. I was beginning to see that while strength and size where on my side, there numbers were just too great. So I reached out one of my arms, effectively shaking the three kids trying to hang off of it, and grabbed the wall. Excellent, just the leverage I need! Using the wall as a support I was able to muster my strength again and take another step. This step broke the chain of students hanging onto this leg. I however was too slow, and the chain reformed before I could capitalize on the situation. But that gave me an idea.

I took a few deep breaths gathering strength for my burst. Using the wall for leverage, I thrust my leg forward, and in accordance with my plan, the chain broke, leaving only three kids on that leg. I quickly through my other leg forward in an attempt to gain some momentum, and the same result occurred. At this point the chain on the first leg was beginning to reform, so I said “ooohhhhh watashi wa ojisan desu!” (I am an old man). The ripples of laughter throughout the children loosened their grips. Score!!! Pressing my advantage I took another step forward, and miracle of miracles, the chain broke again, leaving only one kid clinging. I stepped again with the same results on the other leg. I used my free arm to divert the kid pushing to the side and, with old one kid on each leg and a few wrapped around my waist I could almost run!

I pushed through, and turned the corner. The office was now is sight, but at this point the kids had recovered from my joke and regrouped for a last stand. I am pretty sure they brought in a couple of fourth grade ringers. They stood blocking the doorway, about 8 kids wide and eight kids deep…. waiting. I new that one I approached I would be quickly overwhelmed and driving back… or worse… taken down. But I only had a minute until my next class and I needed martial from the office for it. I had no choice but to proceed along the path that was giving to me. So, I weighed my options…… weight! of course. These kids have never had physics and don’t understand about the momentum. I do. Advantage, Dan!

So without prying off my two leg clingers and the three waist hugged, I started to run at them, knowing that one I got through that doorway the kid would disperse in fear of the kocho-sensei. I hit the line at full tilt, and at the last second jumped, diving over as many of the students as possible. But the third grade line was too deep, and I saw that my leap would be insufficient to breach the plain of the doorway. I felt the little hands enveloping me, and I was almost lost. Just then, I yelled out “ZO!!!!!!” (Elephant!!!!!!) while pointing away from the office. Several of the kids turned to look, allowing me to roll up on my feet and break into the office.

Final score:

Dan 1, Third Grade 0

That’s right! I took those third graders down! Don’t mess with the Gaijin!

I think many of the student want a rematch, and the may get their request when I return to that school in July. Until then….. “I am the champion, my friends…. and I’ll keep on fighting to the end… I am the champion, I am the champion, third grade’s the loser, cause I am the champion….. of the school!!!”

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Look what I won!

So I was walking through Jusco (kinda the Japanese equivalent of Wal-Mart crossbred with a mini-mall) and I walked through this kid’s section, pretty much devoted to the drop-claw-waste-your-money-trying-to-get-worthless-crap type thingies, you know where the claw drops down into the machine and totally fails to grab anything. Well….. as many of my friends know, I have a weakness for these things, always convinced that I can get the better of them. Anyway, I’ve been trying to be strong about it lately since Japan is absolutely saturated with these types of machines. But I had a moment of weakness and dropped 100 yen into a machine filled with large stuffed animals. I dropped the claw and actually moved one of the animals so that it was precariously perched right over the victory chute. So this of course gets me riled up and enthusiastic about getting this thing, I knew with only one more try I could get it.

1000 yen later I was the proud owner of this:






Great what the hell am I gonna do with a huge stuffed figure from toy story. In retrospect it’s pretty funny they had this thing in a drop claw machine. The claw chose it….. and now I’m stuck with it. Freaken great! how the hell am I supposed to get it home? I guess I’ll try to give it to someone, maybe a little kid would like it….. maybe they would be scared of it…. maybe I could give it to Cat-lady. Let her cats tear it to shreds. hehehe yeah, just like in the movie Toy Story.



sweet.

Saturday, June 11, 2005

It’s Pizza!!!!




That’s right, this is Japanese style pizza. So in the long tradition of taking a western idea and making it Japanese (ie, fvcking it up) the Japanese think that it’s a wonderful idea to cover the pizza in……. can you guess it?....... what is that white stuff?...... you got it, it’s mayonnaise!!! Oishi desu! “it’s delicious” grabfrigamblakrajapangreblimbagalmayofrignabepizza! I actually lucked out with this buy though, there is no corn. As you can see, the Japanese do tend to go lightly on the best part of the pizza too…. the CHEESE! Although this isn’t that much of a loss since most Japanese cheese has never seen a cow, unless it gets lucky enough to be stored next to beef….. I’m gonna eat so much crap when I get home I’m gonna gain fifty pounds…… thus is my life.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

I am horrible…….ly cool!

--warning this entry contains strong language, reader discretion is advised--

So last night I had the distinct please of teaching my private student about American slang. This, of course, degenerated into a lesson about the most effective ways to swear in the English language. So yes, I had a man pay me to teach him how to swear. Let me tell you, you have not experienced swearing until you hear a Japanese man struggle through the phrase “You God damn mother fucking piece of shit!” -sigh- I’m going to hell.

Though this does give me a brilliant new business idea. All I have to do to make it rich is publish a book that teaches Japanese people how to swear in English. Now as far as I can tell, there are not actually any curse words in Japanese. Insults are formed through language manipulation and what not, so the concept of a word being taboo (as far as I can tell, I may be wrong, but I think I’m right) is an alien concept to the Japanese, so they really have to work at it. These being said, I think the Japanese are just as eager to learn the swear words in English as any other non-English speaker. Heck the first thing I did in Spanish class was to look up the swear words…… so I could know what NOT to say….. yeah that’s it. Anyway, it is one of those alluring taboos that everyone is curious about but no one wants to ask, to I figure let’s cater to the need. I already have a title! You ready: “How to fucking swear in God damn fucking English…….Bitch!” Not bad eh? I am of course willing to listen to other suggestions. I guess the biggest problem with my plan right now is the whole not speaking Japanese thing…. yeah that could be a problem, but god fucking damn it I’m gonna sure as hell write this God damn fucking piece of shit book, you ass faced cock monkey! Ok. I’m done, back to my clean fucking self.

Sorry about the profane language… but hey, what the hell can you fucking do?... bitch!

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Satchel is my Hero!

Monday, June 06, 2005

Antarctica Anyone?

Now, I’m a reasonable traveled man, not as traveled as some, but I do have four continents under my belt, North America, Europe, Asia, and Australia (god damn speeding ticket), so I’m not doing to badly. I figure that if I get the other two, South America and Africa, I’d be the man. But then it struck me….. wait, aren’t there seven continents? Why do I feel content to leave Antarctica off the list? Oh many of you would claim that since it’s really remote and far away and that since I could count the total population on one hand that it’s not worth going to, it would be too expensive and difficult and the only way to get there would be to become a scientist.

Sounds like a bet! So my brother, whose reasoning closely follows mine, was talking about a taking a boat from South America and hanging out in Antarctica for a little while. I told my friends about it while I was home for the wedding and they poo pooed the idea, say “Man, I know what Antarctica would be like, no doubt in my mind, and I don’t wanna go” fair enough. They also insisted that the only way to get there was via New Zealand aircraft for scientists.

SOOOOOOO…… I did a little research. Presenting one thing that I will do if I win the megabucks! Antarctic Cruise! Man this looks sweet, and not too too expensive considering the wild frontier that awaits. This is a brochure. So yeah I could go cheap, only about $4000 for the cruise, and since it leaves from Argentina, that’s too birds with one stone, of course I’d want to spend more time in South America too…. so this might be filtered into a Megabucks option.

Seriously though, Antarctica freaken kick ass. Not excited yet, check out these pics:















ok, ok so it’s gonna be colder than ass and the sun will never go down, but man alive it would be an experience. So any of you rich sponsors reading….. if you send me I promise to keep a kick ass web journal! another dream dashed by the whole reality thing. I guess I’ll just put it on the shelf next to the Zeppelin: the future of comfortable air travel (think about it! Zeppelin cruises, it would be kick ass!).

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Fruit Fly Invasion

God Damn it! My kitchen is absolutely saturated in fruit flies. Where the hell did they come from? I mean yes I haven’t taken the garbage out in a couple of weeks, by I mean, fruit flies, how’d they get in in the first place! Upon being swarmed by floating dots or miniature flies, I promptly felt my way over to the garbage can (the density of flying black dots made it impossible to see where I was going), bagged the garbage (which upon touching, produce even more fruit flies), and quickly threw the bag on the back porch. I the turned on the exhaust fan over the stove in the hopes of it sucking the flies out…. which was hilarious when it worked….. I also left the back door open, betting on the greater density of flies in my apartment choosing to follow the trash out. Well I got enough of them out that I could begin to see again, but there are still a shit load of them around…. and they attacked my fruit! I had a bunch of banana’s that have turned because of pockets of what looks like scabs on the banana. Damn it, and I like Bananas…. these flies will pay! I’m betting that with their source of food gone, they will all starve to death… I’m pretty sure I’m capable of out smarting fruit flies. They are going down!

Friday, June 03, 2005

Slight Acute Bronchitis

This is what I have. This seems like an oxymoron to me, like I have a small case of decapitation, or a minor case of the black death. I mean anything with acute in the title can’t be good. So yeah, I’m probably dieing…. yeah that would suck. So yeah, I’ve been coughing up a lung all week, and when I finally go to the doctor…. I’m fine! I’m surprised the doctor heard anything at all in my breathing. Of course the next day I was back to scaring kids with my loud ass smoker’s cough….. man, if I smoked that would be fitting but since I don’t…. yeah it sucks.

So yeah the Doctor listened to my lungs, decided I have the “common cold” (kinda like the common wombat…. errrr…. kinda) and gave me pills. I have four different pills now that I need to take three times a day. I guess I don’t have to know what these pills do, cause, hey, I’m not a Doctor… not that they’d be able to tell me anyway, since no one here speaks English. So yeah I take a big white pill, small white pill small pink pill and a big green capsule. Well I guess that’s what you get with nationalized health care. Healthcare for all is an amazing thing. So good for so many people, yet, I’m on drugs and they didn’t think I needed to know what they are. Oh well ignorance is bliss I guess.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

It's funny cause that's the way they think

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Pushee’s wedding

So I’m back, after a long weekend. What did I do this weekend you might ask! I went to America! Long ass weekend. Anyway, our boy Pushee got hitched. It was a good time, even though I was incredibly tired, was coughing up a lung, and didn’t get to see Star Wars, but hey what can you do? It was a good time, good to see the old country, speak a little English, bitch more about Japan, have some good homemade food, and most importantly, see some good friends. It was just an appetizer for my triumphant return in July. Here’s a picture of the groomsmen, thus proving that I was actually there.



The boys, (minus Chirs) 

So, to Matt and Cathy, hope your having a brilliant honeymoon and good luck!


So after this trip I have arrived at the conclusions that traveling sucks and that the people who own the Airlines should be bagged in a burlap sack, severely beaten with a nightstick, and shot. It’s not that I mind being pent up like a sardine for 13 hours next to a huge, smelly guy named Butch, getting served sub-human food by disgruntled stewardesses, and having the guy in front of me recline into my kneecaps for 99% of the flight…….. wait a sec…… yeah, actually I do mind that. Stupid Airlines. You can’t even complain, cause if you do, you’re a terrorist. These guys got it made in the shade. Next time I want to drop some money to be insulted and uncomfortable, I’ll just go to see episode I again. ooohhhh BURN. That’s right, Episode I and II both sucked! I still have to see III. Anywho, I feel a coughing fit coming on. Later!