So I’m on the JET Programme now, which sort of entails being in Japan. My Japan is a very intriguing cross between Appalachia and the South of France. The people here are hillbilly wine snobs. They produce most of the wine in Japan just around my town, which is thoroughly believable when you walk around and see nothing but grapes everywhere. The Japanese word for grape (“budou”) is homophonous with the word for martial arts (“budou”), which has made my quest to find a local school very interesting. Maybe I’ll strike gold and meet an old man who teaches grape fighting ala Iron Wok Jan?
Anyway, the flight from Chicago to Narita was painfully long. It certainly hasn’t helped my recouperation efforts that CLAIR had us running around like a mob of frothy-mouthed Niel Diamond fans at Tokyo Orientation, although I did manage to glean some useful info from their two day long reiteration of the handbood that we recieved over a month ago. Also, it was an excellent bonding experience as we’ll all be relying on one another for at least the next year. I’ll write something later about Monday night when some of us went out to a small bar called Colorado Bound and met a fascinating man named Mr. Oka. There was also fully contact karaoke, at which he thrashed us most soundly.
For those of you who are champing at the bit to see the apartment (Mom), I’m working on a video, so I’ll post that as soon as I figure out how the software that came with Vista works. Or doesn’t, depending. Either way I now have wicked fast Internet access, so hopefully I can update this blog on a somewhat regular basis. As far as other subject matter is concerned, if you want me to write about something in particular or see a photo or video of something just e-mail me or leave a comment and I’ll see what I can do.

















So he survived the plane ride! I had to finally run into your blog on facebook. Hope all is well and I look forward to hearing more and seeing more, i.e. photos of the area you are in. You were already missed at our DQ trip on Sunday.
What time zone are you in now?
I’m thirteen hours ahead of you, so just look at the clock, add an hour, and switch AM to PM. I miss those grasshopper Blizzards already.