hapa girl goes to japan. craziness ensues.

October 30, 2004

sometimes you have to travel the world to see what's right in front of you

"I had been wondering about taking part in a student theatre project about being Asian American, and I said to Tommy, "The thing is, I don't feel as thought I've really lived the...Asian American experience." (Whatever I thought that was.)

Tommy kind of looked at me. And he said, "But, Claire, you ARE Asian American. So whatever experience you have lived, THAT is the Asian American experience."

I have never forgotten that."

- Claire Huang Kinsley, "Questions People Have Asked Me. Questions I Have Asked Myself."

October 27, 2004

happy birthday to meeeee

Ah, 21 years old, can you believe it? So frickin old. My friends here threw me a great bash on Sunday night, complete with tabehodai-nomihodai sukiyaki (all you can eat, all you can drink) and all-out clubbin at the Shibs Gas Panic. We got SO LOUD during dinner (come on, they seated the 7 Americans RIGHT in the middle of the restaurant, it was just too easy) and very nearly got kicked out (or maybe we did get kicked out?), but not before consuming so many little slices of beef and pitchers of beer and sake and Japanese deliciousness.... ah, the memory makes me smile.

Thank you to everyone who sent cards and presents, I received so many on the actual day of my birthday, the mailman must have KNOWN or something. Hmm. But then he is still hiding the package from my mom, so I don't know.

Either way, things are winding down positively over here. At least, that one day was loads o' fun. Today we had another earthquake (how many is that now? too many to even count), except this time it was during class, and I was astounded to discover that in a country as earthquake-riddled as this one, they don't teach kids ANYthing about how to survive an earthquake. We've had no fire drills since I've been here, and the concept of hiding under a desk or doorway when the floor starts to sway (to the sound of Gary Crossman's whistle, of course!) is relatively unknown. Moreover, our teacher actually told us to stand NEAR the windows if there's an earthquake. Come on, people! No wonder shinkansens derail over here... Just kidding, it's actually pretty spiffy how earthquake-proof the buildings are here.

October 13, 2004

attacku! attacku!


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I feel like it's been a long time since I've written one of those "what I've learned about Japan and thusly myself" kinds of entries, which means that there are lots of little seedlings swimming around ferociously inside my vacuous spaces, desperately seeking the light. Who knows what form they will take by the time I get around to birthing them all.

But, as a new friend referred to me casually as "profoundly negative," and as this comment has impacted me in a profound way (we won't even get into my existential crisis, it's still a bit of a sore spot), I've decided to have a go at Japan. Just for a little while. Just to give you a glimpse of the seething underbelly (in case you thought that it had evaporated).

So one of my ways of dealing with this experience was to try not to make generalizations, and to wait as long as possible before lumping any observations into what could be called a trend. I just think life is safer that way. I mean, it's fun to go around blurting out statements like "Japanese people are so fucking annoying because they never bend the rules...EVER!" or maybe "Japanese people are all so vain and appearance-obsessed...do they ever leave their pocket mirrors at home!?!" and feel a sense of gaijin-solidarity in what you are certain is a brilliantly insightful statement about the Japanese people as a whole. But I do think it's valuable to refrain from the ease of these generalizations. Oh yeah, it's also fun to say things like, "The Japanese language is so inexact and lacking in nuance...there's only one acceptable way to say anything!" (I'll let you figure out the problem with that statement on your own)

Okay so here's where I get hypocritical and try to posit my own insightful observations and anecdotal evidence, but after that introduction you're supposed to be more inclined to believe me, as well as to think that my observations are superior to the ones that most people make. It's all part of the plan, you see.

It is a very frequent occurrence here that people look at me with that "you're so kawaiso" face and then say something like, "Japan is very different from the United States, isn't it" or "Japan is just a hard place for foreigners to understand, ne!" While both of these statements might be true, I think that slapping a label onto one's seikatsu like that (it's so easy, isn't it!) just gives you a place to hide, instead of forcing you to probe further into it.

What if I said that Japan was NOT so different from the United States? What if I said that Japan is so modernized and Westernized that living here is pretty much as close as you can get to living at home in a foreign country? After all, nearly everything can be found in English, nearly everything in the stores/on the streets/inside your home is recognizable and easy to figure out, and to top if off, your gaijin status makes you immutable to cultural faux pas (not true, by the way, but it helps my argument).

Okay, so if it's not the "difference" (what a buzz word...dynamics of difference and all) that makes adjustment difficult, what is it? The clue is in the second statement (made by a Japanese person) that a non-Japanese person can never understand Japan. What I've found to be the definitive barrier in ever passing through that 4th stage of culture shock (bicultural adaptation or something along those lines) is not that Japan is such a different place than the United States, but that Japanese people believe it is.

It's one of those things where you can walk down the street and imagine that you're in the States -- all of the store fronts are in English, cars are whizzing by, McDonalds and Starbucks are rearing their ugly heads...things just feel American -- except that everyone around you is Japanese. This in itself isn't even the problem (after all, you imagine that you can conversationally engage most of them, right? What else have your 3 hours of Japanese a day taught you?). The problem is that each of these people is carrying around an idea of their own Japaneseness, and this idea involves looking at you as the antithesis to that.

At the very least, this explains the consistency of comments like "You can use chopsticks so well!" and "Your Japanese is so jouzu!" after only the most nominal displays of usage. In general, I feel that this assumption about one's relationship to Japan and Japanese culture is the underpinning for every interaction between Japanese people and foreigners, and the one that has forever barred me from seeing this place as "home" (though Pomona gained such status after I'd lived there for only a handful of months). I've found that Japanese people are extremely dedicated to (obsessed with?) defining themselves in relation to their national identity (are Americans as obsessed with teaching you about American culture and traditions? No, because Americans don't believe they "have any culture"...another fundamental problem that I can't delve into at this point), but that they are astonishingly misinformed about what this identity means.

In my experiences here (look how well I utilize qualifiers and shy from making bold statements like "Japanese people ARE this and that..."), I would say that Japanese people define themselves first by their nationality, and then by their cultural identifiers, which consist of things like Japanese food (which Americans probably don't like), Japanese traditional art forms (which Americans should look at, but won't really understand), and the Japanese language (which is obviously too difficult for Americans to learn). What about the rest, people!? I won't even begin to suggest the things that I would attribute to the construction of the true"Japanese identity," or the ways in which these things are systemically repressed. (p.s. if you've gotten this far, congratulations and I owe you a coke or something)

Instead, I'll poke the obvious holes in my argument that you should have thought of by now. 1) I am in no position to tell you how Japanese people define themselves, if you've listened at all to my experiences here. 2) There are different levels that do exist, but they are not accessible to me at this point. 3) The hypocrisy of this entry is too blinding to even allow for consideration, let alone agreement.

So I still have more thinking to do. I'd just like you to know that when I say things like, "I really can't wait to go home, " it's not my queen-sized bed in Portland that I have in mind. And for my sake, at the very least, please don't think that it's because "Japan is so different from the United States." Maybe for some people it is. Maybe for me it is, and I'm just in denial. But I'd like to think it's something different than that.

October 08, 2004

Proof that living too long in Japan makes you fundamentally messed up

Professor Wilson to our art history class, in the prelude to his lecture about T'ang Dynasty artifacts: "Yesterday we had an earthquake. Now, I'd like you to consider the fact that we could all DIE in an earthquake. Look at this building. The hallways are too small for everyone to evacuate if we had a really big earthquake. We would just all die. Maybe we'd jump out the windows. You need to be prepared for that. Imagine it in your head -- what would you do if it happened? Every day for at least one minute, you need to contemplate the fact that you might die in an earthquake. I've seen people die in earthquakes, and they weren't prepared. All of your classmates might die. You might die. You need to seriously think about this."

Professor Kiyama to our Japanese lit class, as part of a discussion of the Battle of Okinawa: "Have any of you been in a disaster? Where like everyone around you was dying and you had to decide whether you would save yourself or save other people? I mean, I don't know about you, but if my husband seemed like he was dead, I'd just leave him and save myself. Anyone been in a situation like that? Hands?"

October 07, 2004

free at last, free at last


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My friend Nick (introduced to me by Emily; they're old boarding school buds...which means he's also friends with Nicole from Pomona...) has officially SAVED ME from the depths of despair, offering his posh Roppongi Hills mansion (that's Japanese for apaato...i mean apartment) as a crashing pad for my last six weeks in Japan. Do you even UNDERSTAND how wonderful this is!? I've escaped from the Kuzumas...forever! And this makes me (drumroll please) both happy AND living in Japan, which are two things I never thought could coexist in the world as we know it.

A little about Nick, because I feel like I haven't given him due press yet (despite his ever-present, um, presence on this blog via comments). He's a graphic artist/business consultant (taking his junior year off from Babson, but should be at RISD) for an engineering company in Shinjuku, and he's here for the whole year (or maybe more...he definitely jives with this place better than I). Whoa man, the parentheses are out of CONTROL here.

Anyways, he and I get along like old childhood playmates (he reminds me a lot of Caleb sometimes?). We indulge each others' artistic/nerdy sides, and we're SO PSYCHED to be roomies it's not even funny. Okay, I admit this may lead to us driving each other CRAZY at some point in the future, but maybe it will be in a good way, and this situation is only for six weeks so...oh well? We have the same ideas about the city life and experiencing Japan, and all in all, I can only say that things are finally seeming to look up.

October 05, 2004

HELP! GET ME OUT!


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Originally uploaded by sillyhapa.
I just found out that Jessica from Pomona stayed with this family last year, so I wrote to her for advice, and this is what I got:

"Yes, I did live with the Kuzuma family last year, and yes, I did survive. But I remember thinking that I wasn't going to. Here are a couple of things to expect, if you haven't experienced them already.

The mother and daughter will fight viciously several times a week. They will have screaming matches and will sound like they are about to kill each other. This is normal.

The mother will try to find ways to make you feel bad about yourself. For instance, she called me fat a few times.
If they tell you they are going to give you a key and you haven't received one yet, don't hold your breath. They will leave the door open for you if you tell them you are going to be home late.

I pretty much just kept to myself in that little room all semester and stayed out as much as possible. The mother will talk to you about Buddhism for hours on end if you let her. The father will assume that you speak no or very little Japanese. The daughter probably won't become your best friend.

Oh, and the laundry machine is really annoying to use. But you probably know all of this by now. Just try to stay out as much as you can. Have fun and stay positive."

Yeah. That's pretty much it in a nutshell. This weekend my bike got stolen from outside the train station (I swear, I locked it to itself like a good Japanese person and everything!) so now it takes me approximately 50 minutes to walk home every day. In the rain. And get this -- it's the best part of the day. Being alone, listening to the stellar mix my friend Nick made me, just walking around the streets of Musashino.

Fun stuff. Only 7 more weeks.

October 01, 2004

fucking come on and break the door down. i'm ready.

Japan and I are in a fight; a Cold War of sorts. You know, things started out so nicely. I had a little crush back in my formative days (okay fine, a big crush. Puppy love, that sort of thing). She was so beautiful and intriguing, full of mystery and newness, and when I was with her, I felt happy and comfortable and alive.

When did things start to go wrong? I suppose I've gotten to know her better. She may be pretty on the outside, but now I know her to be self-absorbed, wracked with insecurities, cold and harsh at times, phony and deceptive at others. I'm different now too; less trusting, more cynical. Maybe that's the problem. Instead of waiting to be swept off my feet by her, I kept pushing back, asking tough questions, looking behind curtains and jabbing with skepticism.

In any case, now we're officially in a fight. Sometimes I give her the silent treatment, but she doesn't really notice (selfish bitch, who does she think she is?). Sometimes I relent a little and try to see things from her point of view, and then we can get along for a couple of days, but then she'll just go and piss me off again, or maybe hurt my feelings in that inexplicable way that she does, and then we're back to square one. It's kind of an abusive relationship.

I'm not sure if we'll ever really smooth things out. At best, I'm hoping for mutual cohabitation in which we don't constantly try to scratch each others' eyes out. Maybe one of these days she'll show me a side of her I hadn't seen before, or maybe I'll grow to see her with new eyes again. Somehow I doubt it, but who knows. We all have some work to do in the meantime.