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I was on a boat. Eitai bridge with a Yakatabune Yakatabune, maybe you've seen them before. They're the boats that (usually during night time) drive across the rivers of Tokyo, with lanterns on the sides. What happens inside of them? Well, good thing you are reading this post because that's exactly what I'm going to tell you! Getting on the boat is the . . . . most nerve wracking part if it's

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Christmas night, no reservations at all, two people go out in Tokyo to try to find a reasonable place to eat. Sounds like a very low chance of success, right? Well, here's what happened. Previously that night, my friend had gone to Ueno, and reported that it was absolutely packed. There were so many people that trying to change direction when walking on the street was practically impossible.

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When I first came to Tokyo, I had my neat new Camera that I bought in Akita, but never really had a chance to use. This was mostly due to the fact that I lost the camera almost immediately after moving in to my apartment here. Due to that, I haven't been able to take any 'real' pictures, only just ones from my phone. The result was a lot of blurry photos. Hopefully that will change. This

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753「七五三」is a Monjyayaki restaurant in Asakusa. I had been told by many, many people to try out Monjyayaki, because I mention that I like okonomiyaki. I've been told by an equally large amount of people that Monjyayaki isn't as good. I've also heard things like, "People from Tokyo like Monjyayaki, but people from Osaka like Okonomiyaki." Since I'm not from either place, I decided to try it

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Continued from part 1. So, here is basically how the interview went. 13:45 I arrive at the nearest train station, and spend a few minutes wandering around with my iPhone in hand, trying to read the maps. On the company's website, there is no link to google maps, just a jpeg with the street names drawn on them and a small star to where the office is. Eventually I just plug the address in to

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I've run in to many . . . issues relating to companies that offer the position of "consultant." So many in fact, that I'm adding a new tag, consultant. Every time I've updated my resume, I've been contacted by this same company in Japan. They offer me the position of "executive search consultant", sounds pretty neat, right? Well, every time they have contacted me, I've turned them down. Yet,

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Today I filled out an order (finally) for a new computer from Dell. Since I don't have a Japanese credit card, I decided to do a direct bank transfer for this purchase. I use MUFJ bank, and I do transfers every month to pay my rent, but when I tried to access the site today I got to see a nice "Sorry, we're doing monthly maintenance." Grrrr. Specs of the PC after the jump. I got a Dell, so

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I kinda feel a bit bad for this guy. The person I'm talking about is the bartender at Caprice. See I used to go to his bar once or twice a week. He even showed me around Monzen-Nakacho a little bit, closing his store to do so. Then suddenly, I just stopped going to the place. I met people, started hanging out in different places, and shifted my interests. Then an awkward thing happened a few

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Tompooya, 「東風家」advertises itself as an Ethnic Asian restaurant. This really just means that it has a combination of Japanese, Korean, and Chinese (plus probably some others) food. This place was absolutely amazing, and I'm honestly surprised it was in Nihombashi. In this part of Tokyo, there's three main things. Karaoke, massage parlors, and pubs. Tompooya was a lucky find, and I'm glad I

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I picked up four of the new(ish) beers that I saw today in the store, rather than get 4 of my beloved Ebisu. Japan loves to do seasonal things (clothing, food, beer), so I thought I would just give these new ones a try. Worst thing that could happen is that they would be non-alcoholic. To prevent this from happening, I made sure to check the labels. On to the beer! First let me start off by

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Sen-ya. 「千や」 Wandering about Nihombashi, trying to find a new place to eat, our attention was caught yet again by a hawker aimlessly yelling at passers-by to eat at his place. The thing that actually made us not ignore this guy, was . . . well, we were already there, and if we selected this place we wouldn't have to walk around anymore. So, we went inside. The place was small, like, amazingly

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One thing that has confused and bothered me since I arrived in Japan this time, was learning how adamant Japanese corporations are about transferring people after a set amount of time. I've spoken with countless salary-men about this issue, and have experienced people in my own company being (what I see as) needlessly shuffled around, simply due to tradition. In all honesty though, that is

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Genpu! 「元風」 Teppanyaki Okonomiyaki. One day, as we were planning to go out to eat, some friends and I were wandering around the monzen-nakacho intersection trying to make up our minds. One of the hawkers handing out fliers for restaurants got the attention of one of us, and actually convinced us to try out his place. I had always thought Okonomiyaki was generally the same wherever you went.

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In the first installment of my third or fourth attempt to revive my writing habit, I will be talking about the different bars in Tokyo. My goal is to visit a new one every week, but we'll see how that goes. So today, we'll be talking about Caprice, a small bar near Monzen-Nakacho station, overlooking Eitai-dori from the second floor. I left my place pretty late, around 1:00 in the morning. I

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I've probably made this post a few times before, or I did and deleted it before I saved it and just forgot about my blog. Well, as I've had an increasing amount of free time lately, I'm going to start writing, but I'm going to take a slightly different approach this time around. Mostly because I've gained new perspective compared to when I was in my limbo stage back in the States. Rather than

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So, I've been hard at work at two new(ish) jobs since last I posted. Both, are typical "foreigner in Japan" jobs, which I tried very very hard to stay away from when I first entered the job market. It turns out, the stigma I had before was . . . well, just that, a stigma. I've quickly washed out the bad taste in my mouth towards certain lines of work, and replaced the old, bad tastes with new bad

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That last post was a bit convoluted, and fairly poorly written. So, I'm going to take a slightly different format for this one. This will be a compilation of the ridiculous things I was subjected to at my previous work. "How can you remember all of those", you might be thinking. The answer to that is easy, whenever anything like that happened during the day, I put it on a list. Here, is that

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So, I've finally made it back to Japan, everything is great, right? Well, so far, not exactly. I've already been told to leave (and have) my previous employer, the one that I came here to work for. In less than a month, I've moved to a different country, gotten a job, and lost it. Moving back isn't really an option, as I am searching for more work in Japan, but what led us to this position?

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After arriving in Japan, I found a hotel in Shinjuku. This was a place that was bound to have an abundance of international ATMs where I could withdraw money from my accounts in the states and convert it to yen. The first thing I did was hit google, and popped in a search for "Shinjuku international ATM." I found a few articles that all insisted there would be an international ATM at the post

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As with my previous post, I'm doing a little stint of writing for myself. I suppose you could say this is related to Japan, but it does not even resemble the informative, story-telling style I like to do on this blog. Perhaps if I keep writing like this in the few days I have remaining, I'll be able to kick it in to gear. Well, here goes part two. It's been about 3 months since I moved back

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Here's a bit of how I work mentally: I tend to take on 1 or 2 tasks and give these things exclusive rights over my attention. A few months ago, when I posted for this blog regularly, the two things were: Graduate from college, and write on the blog. I graduated from school, and I then shifted my entire focus on trying to find a job. I found a job, and then I decided that since I will be

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An important word in any language to learn is how to refer to yourself. In English, we essentially have Me, Myself, and I, all used at different times, but they all convey the same meaning: You're talking about yourself. In Japanese, there's a whole slew of ways to refer to yourself. Ranging from the commonly known: Watashi, to maybe lesser known ways such as: Boku, Ore, Watakushi, and Atashi. An

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I've talked earlier about how I've been having quite the difficult time trying to find a suitable career after finishing school. By a stroke of absolute dumb luck, I stumbled across a lead for a job that may or may not lead anywhere. Due to the current state of the worldwide economy though, I'm not holding my breath. However, this post is not entirely about that. I was asked a very, very simple

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I went to Japan with a very, very basic understanding of the language. I'm proud to say that after two years, I was at an advanced(ish?) level. However, I was still modest in the face of native Japanese. Various situations would arise where I would seem as if I had no idea what Japanese actually was. For example, attempting to book a night-bus trip, or a bullet train ticket reschedule. This is a

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This is my final post of my No English series (*dramatic* for now!). I look back on parts 1 and 2, and try to think of the reasons why I was running in to situations like this. Were there patterns, should I make an effort to consciously pick and choose my interactions as to prevent the terrible experience I spoke of in part 2? Short answer. . . There are patterns, but because of the nature of

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Japanese:     ガチ☆ボーイ English:     Gachi Boy Genre:     Comedy     Drama When flying on international flights, it's not uncommon to see an international movie. As a native English speaker, when I hear about movies to be shown on flights, I always cringe thinking about how horrible it is going to be. When this gem appeared on the list, I felt the exact same fear. "A school pro-wrestling

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One of my ... little quirks, I guess you could say, is that I am a maximizer. I want what I do to be the very best it possibly can be. That being said . . . I try to do all of this while still maintaining a certain level of finesse. What do I mean by this? Well, think of it this way. The top 3 Google searches on the day that I wrote this were: tiger woods apology video wii curling tiger woods

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Previously, I had written about my best experience when in Japan. Now, it's time for my worst experience. This is a continuation from No English (Part 1), with some information leading up to this situation. Generally I've found that in large cities such as Tokyo, getting to the destination is often the most difficult and time consuming thing about the entire trip. So, once we all had finally

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As I mentioned in the comments on a previous entry, there was one time when despite my best efforts to be as courteous, polite, and non-threatening as possible while in Japan, I was met with nothing but hostility. This got me thinking a little bit about why this type of behavior would have surfaced now, instead of with the other, hundreds of interactions. The pattern was quite simple, although

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One of the reasons I settled on a degree in communication studies was because of how much we, as humans, communicate without actually saying anything at all. Of course, this was a realization that I came to only after spending years in Japan, and it definitely helped me grasp on to the theories taught in this major of study in relation to the role of non-verbal communication in our daily lives.

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Karamatsu Shrine, one of the few places I visited with the intention of taking as many photos as possible. While regrettably, I can't offer a deep understanding of the history of the shrine (as this was essentially a photography trip), I can offer a little bit of background on the shrine. Karamatsu Shrine is one of the most famous shrines in Akita Prefecture and has a history stretching back

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Japanese:       下妻物語 (Shimotsuma Monogatari) English:       Kamikaze Girls Genre:      Comedy +(?) For a few weeks, there was a period of time when I would travel down to the lobby in my school's dorm, and people were watching this movie practically every evening. I had only caught bits and pieces of it, so quite frankly it didn't make much sense at all. After returning to the states, and

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In what will probably be a multiple part series, this is the first installment of the little things I miss from Japan. After living in the rural north-western portion of Tokyo for two years, I got a bit bored of the atmosphere. The secluded nature of the campus really limited any sort of easy-to-reach entertainment, and I thought this was something I would never want to see again after leaving.

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Photo gallery time! Before I made it to Japan for my study abroad program, I had a good friend that I would speak to almost daily. She lived in Japan, and she would tell me a lot about things in her area of the country. She lived in Touhoku, the north-east part of Japan. At the time, I had no idea what that actually meant, so when I came to visit Tokyo I suggested that we hang out. "You

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After about a few months of being in Japan, I would show some of my friends in school my U.S. driver's licence. After all, simply getting a driver's licence in Japan is exponentially more expensive than it is in the states, and on top of that it's not even necessary to get around. If you need to get some place, chances are pretty good there's a bus, or a train that goes from point A to point B.

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In what originally was just going to be a free pass to goof off in a paid-for hotel room with a friend, turned out to be the single most enjoyable weekend for me when I was in Akita. One day, some of the AIU professors sent out an email to all of the current international students. They requested that pairs of students apply for a miniature field trip for the sake of research. The goal of this

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Shigoto「仕事」is a Japanese word for work. In American English, we rarely specify the difference between full-time and part-time work. However, in Japanese, the two are never used interchangeably. Having just graduated college, it is time for me to find my shigoto. The major difficulty I'm approaching at the moment however, is the type of jobs available to foreigners in Japan. The most common job

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I saw this video today on another website, take a look! The object of this game is to not break out laughing. If you don't speak Japanese, the one thing you need to know is that counting works as such: When you get to 10,　(十), you start saying numbers like this: JPN -- Literal Translation --- Meaning 十一　＝　ten one = eleven 十二　＝　ten two = twelve --- 二十一 = two ten one = twenty one 二十二 = two ten

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The first trip that I took to Japan was like learning to swim for the first time. I spent nearly every day of this vacation in the heart of Tokyo, and while I had some basic idea of what I wanted to accomplish while I was there, I did not consider what exactly I would need to do to meet my goals. Or better yet, what my specific goals even were. I visited shrines, the Akihabara district, and

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This is my first attempt at a video blog about my first visit to Japan. Enjoy! Links discussed in video: Photo Album Note: This was a lot of work for something I feel could have been way better. I'm not sure if I'll be doing another video post like this (photo album) unless I get some better software and/or people actually like this format :D Let me know what you think!

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今までこのブログは英語だけだった。今日、僕はときどき日本語でブログを書きたい気分だ。 二年間ぐらい日本にいなかったから、僕の日本語の了解が半分になってしまったけど、これがいい練習だと思う。 皆、どう思う？　コメントしてくれてください！

Rob Johnsonhttps://profiles.google.com/110323000680788408632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010646269739213356.post-12148216796833781872010-01-10T14:38:00.002+09:002010-01-10T14:41:46.333+09:00

I'm writing this now just to have an archive of often asked questions about this blog, so I can link and/or paste the answer instead of writing it out every time :D The list will be updated as needed. Layout What does Coming Soon mean? This means that I have already written the post, but I have it in the queue to post. I will be doing this to tease mostly, and keep people coming back! Also

Rob Johnsonhttps://profiles.google.com/110323000680788408632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010646269739213356.post-30094081156598369462010-01-10T13:04:00.002+09:002010-01-10T14:42:53.528+09:00

Hello everyone / no one! While this is nothing unique to the interneti-sphere, I am going to attempt to start a new blog about me, and Japan. Here's a bit about me as an introduction, and why I am doing this. I stumbled across Japanese on accident. The first college I attended offered two years of beginning Japanese courses, and since I needed a few more credits to be considered a full time

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