Saturday, September 29, 2012

Ready to go

Hey, guys! Kori here, writing to you from the train to Asahikawa. Liz is all ready for her race tomorrow. As for me, I've got this nice big bottle of juice to enjoy. No racing for me. My name, after all, means Relax Bear! And can you imagine how long it would take me to run 13.1 miles with my stubby legs?

See you all later!

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

A little pre-race treat

Someone's going to be rolling me to the starting line after tonight's delicious dinner. It was a teriyaki chicken pizza, which to be honest I thought sounded a little bit disgusting. But it was amazing! Then, someone in my household (I'm not naming any names) bought an ice cream sandwich made with two small pancakes. I don't know, but I'm pretty sure that's not the intention of carboloading.

Oh, I have to tell you about a beautiful English fail today.\(^o^)/I was preparing for the class with me teacher, and the subject was natural disasters. (ha ha, dictation seems to be a pirate). Anyway, we were talking about tsunamis and I said that before I came to Japan I had a dream about being in a tsunami. It was actually a nightmare. My teacher looked a little puzzled, and so we went on with preparation. A few minutes later, realization suddenly hit. I asked him if he knew what I meant when I said I had a dream. You can probably see where this is going. Yes, he thought that I meant that I wanted to be in a tsunami. I hope I was able to set him straight, but I'm not 100% sure.

English is fun!

Monday, September 24, 2012

Beautiful stars

I am standing outside my apartment looking at the stars and attempting to dictate this blog to my phone. Surprisingly, it's working pretty well. So farc

Anyway, I was surprised to see the stars tonight because today was pretty overcast. I love looking at sties and I wish you could be here with me. Thanks! Okay, I did not just say thanks I said loops. Text you early, I didn't say in the UK guy. I don't even know what to say about that last dot

And this is why dictation is exciting.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Sunday is Funday: Part 1 - Festival

**Warning! This post contains mildly disgusting content for certain Westerners**

I had a great chat with my family via Google Hangouts this morning. Mom showed me Mississippi hummingbirds, and I was able to take them almost all the way into the city bus with me. Haven't we come a long way with technology?

Because I was busy chatting, I didn't really pay attention to the weather. When I got to the bus stop, I realized that a jacket would have been a good idea. But it was too late!

I got to the festival, and pretty quickly realized that I was kind of cold. So when I saw someone buy a steaming bowl of soup, I thought that looked like a good solution.

I bought a bowl and sat down. The meat looked a little odd, but I couldn't quite place it. Then, I met an acquaintance from the gym and her husband. "Oh," she mentioned. "That's stomach, or something."

Sure enough, I looked it up later, and my dictionary translated it as "gizzards, guts, or entrails."

I've eaten something similar in yakiniku, but for some reason, this particular situation just kind of struck me as funny.

Ah, well. Where else can you get a steaming hot bowl of entrail stew at a festival.

The good news is that I was able to get a bowl of crab nabe. It was only available for the first 500 people in line. And there was quite a line!

After all the crazy festival food, we retreated into the station for coffee. Then, after all that, I went to my gym for a special class. It was really funny, because it was a class via animated video that incorporated dance moves from several different pop songs. I think it was the first time for everyone, and we all looked pretty goofy, if I do say so myself.

There is a famous pop song in Japan called Choo Choo Train, and the signature move of the dance is when the group moves into a straight line and kind of does a circular move. That move was a part of the class, but in our original spots. The second time, the live instructor/coordinator yelled for us all to make the line. So all 10 of us clumsy dancers flew across the studio and started doing our best Exile impressions. It was both fun and funny!

Here's a link to the way the move is supposed to look.

You'll probably have to copy and paste, because I don't know how to make links in mobile Blogger. Sorry! Anyway, you will know when they get to the move, because the cheering will escalate. They look better than we did, but we made up for it with enthusiasm.

After class, I met my friend and we went back to the festival. We had more delicious food and then bought some fruit and juice. It was kind of funny, because they kept giving me free fruit. Maybe I was inadvertently doing my street urchin impression again. I don't know. After that, we walked to another festival a street over. There was an awesome juggler/dancer doing his routine. It was so cool to see utter awe on some of the faces of the kids in the audience. Then the juggler started walking around towards different people. He also walked over to us, and was right in our faces. I was a little afraid he was going to drop something on our heads. But he didn't!

The next part of the day will be continued in the next installment. I'm happy to tell you that it involves no bowls of steaming entrails.