Category Archives: Ubuyama

Japanese Fire Drill

Today I woke up at 7:00, donned my blue firefighter uniform, stepped into my shiny black rainboots, and drilled until noon with all of the men of the Ubuyama Fire Brigade. As the token foreigner in the force, it is … Continue reading

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Life In Transit

This picture is how I have been feeling for the past two weeks. The weather has been improving and the buds on the sakura trees are about to bust open, but I am in a cloudy mood. There are beams … Continue reading

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Out Of The Loop

The Japanese educational system is so frusterating sometimes. It seems that the head honchos on one side and the grunts on the other are working with very different agendas, completely seperated while working on the very same projects. They call … Continue reading

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Snow Pics

Taken at Ubuyama Bokujo. What you can’t see (to the bottom right, beyond the frame) is a big treaded set of tracks that told of multiple snow donuts on the tractor. Snow. Yuuto kun atop a mini-mountain of snow. Tried … Continue reading

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Ridiculously Cold

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Snow is dumping down on my village right now, and the roads have been covered in a blanket of snow three inches thick. Thank goodness that I am driving the Yakuba’s Nissan Wingroad with AWD and snowtires, or else I … Continue reading

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Tremors

An earthquake just hit me right now. It was small and only rattled the house for about 10 seconds, and if I was asleep I would have never known. I will take it as a good omen (hahaha, we shall … Continue reading

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At The Windmill

Yesterday I went to visit the windmill at Ubuyama Bokujo (Farm) after work. The windmill stands alone, humming and whining in the wind, and becons people from all over Japan to drive up our country roads into my slice of … Continue reading

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Screaming Trees

I just wrote this for my village’s newspaper. It will be interested to see what people think of it when I come back from Christmas break. Americans are generally very impressed at the Japanese traditional arts and their complex sense … Continue reading

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Kindergarten Keikan

Yoroku? Nashi! Musuko wakakata? Nashi! Yabakatta? So, Amerika! (American coffee the bandits explain, is ridiculously weak. Like a stolen piece of junk, it does not do anything for one). Aitsu jibun o nani-sama da to omotte yagarun da? Taka ga … Continue reading

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