<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179058734606177953</id><updated>2011-07-29T04:19:30.962+09:00</updated><category term='http://picasaweb.google.com/eamuto/Nikko#'/><title type='text'>adventures in ibaraki</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nini muto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553524650067880173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179058734606177953.post-5400800522628779755</id><published>2009-10-22T22:59:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:39:26.821+09:00</updated><title type='text'>good news: it's fall again</title><content type='html'>I seem to have gotten out of the habit of updating my blog at some point. Life here has just gotten better and better, if you can believe that. I've gotten to do and see more incredible things than I ever expected to in my whole life. I am content.&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SuBoD2BECyI/AAAAAAAABpg/IRjT9C0pApw/s320/DSC00839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395426768838724386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sailboat on Lake Kasumigaura in Tsuchiura. I went on a 50 minutes cruise around the lake and saw some of these up close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SuBmODTgJ7I/AAAAAAAABpY/AbJyZvSlVig/s1600-h/DSC00755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SuBmODTgJ7I/AAAAAAAABpY/AbJyZvSlVig/s320/DSC00755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395424745181161394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friends and I climbed Mt. Tsukuba early one morning (around 3am) and saw the sunrise. It was a wonderful and ridiculously tiring experience. I think we made it to the top around 6am, but we spent the remainder of the morning wandering around and back down Tsukuba-san. These people are precious to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179058734606177953-5400800522628779755?l=ninimuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/feeds/5400800522628779755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179058734606177953&amp;postID=5400800522628779755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/5400800522628779755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/5400800522628779755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-news-its-fall-again.html' title='good news: it&apos;s fall again'/><author><name>nini muto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553524650067880173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SuBsRHAJzUI/AAAAAAAABp4/-EvWzqNL9YM/s72-c/DSC00483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179058734606177953.post-6851819099213327761</id><published>2009-08-23T09:03:00.023+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:40:35.624+09:00</updated><title type='text'>a whole year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SpCTCd-TTZI/AAAAAAAABpQ/R47S1S2g5DE/s1600-h/IMG_3477.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These are pictures from the Kirala Festival in Tsuchiura earlier this month. I had a good time eating and drinking and watching the big parade with friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SpCJawf06DI/AAAAAAAABoQ/g1EKiUI_BI8/s320/IMG_3444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372945448240998450" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SpCMro_adhI/AAAAAAAABoo/jCLf-cpVJOs/s1600-h/IMG_3438.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This week, I've been in Japan for one year. I started training for my job at this time last year with absolutely no idea how awesome the year was going to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SpCMro_adhI/AAAAAAAABoo/jCLf-cpVJOs/s1600-h/IMG_3438.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last week, I went to three cities in China! for the week-long Japanese summer holiday, Obon. I'll post more pictures from that trip soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SnrexmQj3mI/AAAAAAAABnA/cSSimSs1hAY/s200/fukuroda+taki.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366846849630330466" /&gt;Katie came to Japan and stayed for a week in July. We had a really good time sightseeing and talking, hanging out with friends, and doing most of the things I normally do each week. I was sad that I couldn't take more time off work to hang out, but she did a really good job of finding her way around the Tokyo area while I was working. She even met a random (and possibly slightly creepy) Japanese fellow one night while I was at work and had some dinner with him. I was pretty impressed. I was really glad that Kate got to meet most of my good friends and experience what my life is like here. That meant a lot to me!&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Here are just a few pictures. The picture at the top is at O'arai Beach in northern Ibaraki. We went to Fukuroda Waterfalls (also above) one day with our friends Megumi and Abie, and then we stopped by the beach in Hitachi-naka and stuck our feet in the ocean for a few minutes. &lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate and I ate Japanese sweets for breakfast one day. A mango parfait, sweet red beans and mochi (rice cakes) with ice cream, and pancakes. We decided it was the best breakfast ever. My sister is one of the only people who could possibly appreciate this kind of food as much as I do. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SnrfvtZYErI/AAAAAAAABng/6K8LzdV5nYs/s1600-h/IMG_3288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SnrfvtZYErI/AAAAAAAABng/6K8LzdV5nYs/s200/IMG_3288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366847916698243762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was on our day-trip to Kamakura. These cute little guys were everywhere. There were lots of hydrangeas too. I'm not an excellent tour guide so I got us a little lost, but we saw Hasedera Temple and the big ol' Daibutsu (sitting Buddha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be so happy to see my sista again in December. :D

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&lt;div&gt;Since I've been in Tsuchiura, the train station has been just a train station. But last week, the station mall, which I didn't even really know existed before, re-opened right inside and by the train station. It is marvelous. There are lots of stores inside including clothing stores (with some clothes that fit my big American self!), an Excelsior Cafe (a real coffee shop!!), a bakery, and an international food store. Not to mention the cute "perch" icon written everywhere and the cute birds perching on the perches all over the perch shopping center. It's all new and makes the once quiet (and still quite quiet) Tsuchiura seem like a happenin' place. I love Tsuchiura, happenin' or not, but I do enjoy having options and places to go on my lunch break at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SnRmSMt75HI/AAAAAAAABl4/yU8fmG0mvCM/s320/IMG_3270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365025518942676082" /&gt;These are two of my good friends-Maiko and Nao. Maiko is my brilliant anesthesiologist friend who ran the 10 mile race with me, and Nao is brilliant teacher friend I work with and hang out with all the time. My everyday hang-out buddy, if you will. I've lost count of how many times we've done karaoke all night.  &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SnRn4HBxH4I/AAAAAAAABmY/ghCixSdnBpY/s200/IMG_3418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365027269761900418" /&gt;This is the town singer. I can't remember his name, but he's everywhere. He plays at restaurants and festivals and at least once a week at the train station. He has an extremely impressive voice.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SnRlkFkqCeI/AAAAAAAABlo/UhTYrGS8wEI/s320/IMG_3255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365024726750726626" /&gt;This is the inside of my regular Wednesday night hang-out place. It's right between work and my apartment (about a 3 minute walk from work), and sometimes there's live music on Wednesdays. It's a really small, organic, vegetarian, and slightly hippy restaurant. I also take yoga lessons here sometimes when there are not bands playing or people eating. This is one of my homes here.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SnRl8ocF5oI/AAAAAAAABlw/TuTaluqxUm4/s320/IMG_3260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365025148426905218" /&gt;This is the owner, Haru san. He's one of the funniest, most loving people I've ever met. He's a really good cook and teacher too.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SnRoCnKQzAI/AAAAAAAABmg/s6gNoNUgm58/s1600-h/IMG_3410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SnRoCnKQzAI/AAAAAAAABmg/s6gNoNUgm58/s200/IMG_3410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365027450186157058" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And this is his adorable little baby, Rin. And Koto san, the best guitarist (and guitar teacher) in the city, is holding him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SnRnNoFc1CI/AAAAAAAABmI/JkOeSyaCnI8/s1600-h/IMG_3376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SnRnNoFc1CI/AAAAAAAABmI/JkOeSyaCnI8/s320/IMG_3376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365026539901342754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is my second almost-weekly hangout. It's an Indian restaurant a few minutes away from my work (and Tsuchiura station). The owner is from Sri Lanka, and these guys in the picture (on the left and right) are from Nepal. The one in the middle is a soccer player on the Ibaraki soccer team. Yep, I know someone famous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SnRmjUgbIgI/AAAAAAAABmA/8Dj4vO_ZqhQ/s1600-h/IMG_3226.JPG"&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was lucky enough to have not only one but two amazing friends visit me in the same month. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt; came the week after Claire, and we had a really great time. She, too, endured the 17+(maybe plus a lot more) hour indirect flight to Tokyo along with all the bonus swine flu checks. She even showed up in Tsuchiura without any assistance because I had to work on the night she came. She's a smart cookie. A Master's degree will make you brilliant and resourceful, and she is now an experienced world traveler. Impressive. The 土浦 Health Center kept calling me to inquire about her health status, and I assured them in very broken Japanese that she did not have influenza of any sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above is Steph pretending to be Buddha. And behind her is Buddha, the Ushiku Daibutsu 牛久大仏. It's the biggest statue in the world according to the Guiness Book sign posted on the inside of the Buddha, which we were fortunate enough to ride an elevator up to the top of (inside).&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SjKIm348lZI/AAAAAAAABLQ/bm9bjel2lWw/s320/IMG_3109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346485909061408146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a really nice park near Tokyo Station.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SjKJY70sF5I/AAAAAAAABLg/opZRKB1vbWQ/s320/IMG_3141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346486769110751122" /&gt;At Asakusa Temple. We bonded with this guy, and he gave us some unsolicited information about all that is Japan. He got a chance to practice his English. He really enjoyed the phrase "On the other hand..." and used it appropriately in conversation at least 10 times during our 10 minute conversation, which might not be appropriate.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SjKI1lQnXzI/AAAAAAAABLY/e6lIh6pZ5Xo/s320/IMG_3129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346486161758445362" /&gt;One of the most popular Kaiten Sushi restaurants in Asakusa, according to the rickshaw driver. It was delicious, and Stephanie bravely tried a surprising amount of raw fish and other strange and wonderful foods.
&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SjKJZZymmwI/AAAAAAAABLw/-B81zDKK4RU/s320/IMG_3200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346486777155066626" /&gt;We even went to a friend's birthday party at a cute little bar near Tsuchiura station. Good times. I am a lucky person to have such great friends. Thanks for coming, Steph!!!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is at least a month overdue, but I will post anyway. During the second half of Golden week, my favorite person on Planet Earth, Claire, flew millions of miles to visit me. I still cannot believe she came all the way to Japan. She was only here 3 days, but we had such a good time, and it was so so good to see her after many months of not. She arrived around the beginning of the swine flu craziness but managed to make it through the 17+ hour flight and quarantine process with impressive amounts of energy. I learned at the airport that it is quite difficult for some Japanese people to announce foreign names over the loudspeaker. Syllables were added, "l"s and "r"s confused. Luckily, we were able to reunite, despite the painful (and slightly comedic) attempts. Thank God for her. I do.&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;The first picture at the top is of Claire with a piece of paper from a temple with her fortune on it. She had a good one and was pretty pumped. The future is looking bright for Meadezies! The second pic is on good old RingRing Road.
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SjJ_-k9TrKI/AAAAAAAABKo/8pFUgoCSXGI/s1600-h/IMG_3052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SjJ_-k9TrKI/AAAAAAAABKo/8pFUgoCSXGI/s320/IMG_3052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346476420691635362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were a LOT of people in Tokyo and in Kamakura that week. It was scary. At one point, we were jammed into the train and couldn't breathe (or stop laughing for that matter). 
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SjJ_fSSeP4I/AAAAAAAABKg/TDaF7xcXhFQ/s1600-h/IMG_3049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SjJ_fSSeP4I/AAAAAAAABKg/TDaF7xcXhFQ/s320/IMG_3049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346475883104190338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SjJ_IPq6MbI/AAAAAAAABKY/k9pU07Qw8_8/s1600-h/IMG_3138.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This was the first night when Claire got to Tsuchiura, and I made her eat at an いざかや and try various types of Japanese food, which she may or may not have been in the mood for but happily accepted anyway. I love her so much.
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During Golden Week (a national holiday from the end of April to the beginning of May), some friends and I went to the Kansai area (Kyoto, Osaka, and Kobe) for three short but very fun days. It was hard to choose just a few pictures from all the ones I took to post on here. They're all out of order and really poorly laid out, but I have taken way longer than intended trying to make them look acceptable so now I'm going to post them with the knowledge that they're not. Also, I didn't really take many good pictures in Osaka since we weren't there for very long so all of these pictures are from Kyoto and Kobe.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SiVWQH-TxkI/AAAAAAAABJY/mtGe3fS-ga8/s200/IMG_3000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342771367963248194" /&gt;Kyoto is famous for Matcha (Green Tea). We tried green tea and a Japanese dessert at The Golden Temple. おいしかたですね。We also ate lots of other Matcha desserts. We ate big Matcha parfaits at a parfait shop in Gion. Mmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SiVV2_-KQPI/AAAAAAAABJI/ixA4LU_L0N0/s320/IMG_2971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342770936318410994" /&gt;This is Fushimi Inari in Kyoto. 伏見稲荷 &lt;--This may or may not be correct. It is more likely incorrect. There are long "tori" archways up the mountain so we took a little hike and saw lots of these and temples/shrines along the way up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SiVVlwbeNmI/AAAAAAAABJA/W1dBp3pcNCA/s200/IMG_2957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342770640088610402" /&gt;My former Manager, Yuriko, and her friend were also in Kyoto the same time we were so we met them for dinner in Gion. We ate at a small restaurant at a really small shelf-like table against the wall. It was interesting and of course delicious. 
&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SiVWai1p_4I/AAAAAAAABJg/YzFY85jH_7A/s200/IMG_2952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342771546973405058" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture and the next two are of a really pretty river in Kyoto. I forget the name, but we stopped there and ate at a tiny restaurant along the river. The tempura was really good, and the view was awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SiVVNvDV4aI/AAAAAAAABIw/rVrGguR2cQk/s320/IMG_2949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342770227402105250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are my friends: Shaun, Mike, and Nao. They were good travel buddies.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kobe - There was a big earthquake there about ten? years ago that did a great deal of damage, but the it's a really beautiful place now. We went on a boat ride and a ropeway ride up a mountain, where we saw a pretty garden and greenhouse. We also tried Kobe beef, which I'm sure I would have been extremely impressed by if I was a big steak fan. :D It was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179058734606177953-8460755999459234896?l=ninimuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/feeds/8460755999459234896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179058734606177953&amp;postID=8460755999459234896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/8460755999459234896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/8460755999459234896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/2009/06/golden-week.html' title='golden week'/><author><name>nini muto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553524650067880173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SiVWAyq0GzI/AAAAAAAABJQ/mKD8L4X8pOs/s72-c/IMG_2990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179058734606177953.post-396630028474415121</id><published>2009-04-19T19:29:00.014+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:33:34.193+09:00</updated><title type='text'>kasumigaura marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now that I've experienced all the seasons in Japan, Spring and Fall are officially my favorites. I think it's safe to say they would be my favorites in any place, but the colors and types of trees and flowers here really make it unique. The cherry blossoms are all gone now, and green leaves have taken the place of the pinkness. I miss the cherry blossom trees and had never seen anything quite like them before. It's starting to get warm outside, and I am hoping that summer takes its time getting here because I am not ready to experience the heat and 100% humidity quite yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Today, I ran my first 10 mile race in the Kasumigaura Marathon. This race was held close to the station and not far from my apartment, near Lake Kasumigaura. There were over 20,000 participants in the race. It is an internationally known race for blind runners so there were lots of blind people running with partners. I finished the race in an hour and 42ish minutes, thanks only to all the encouragement and excitement around me. There were little kids and old people yelling "ganba re" (you can do it!) the whole way. There were also little performances which kept me extremely entertained. There was a high school band and cheerleaders, a few traditional Japanese musical happenings, a random man playing some kind of flute-like instrument and wearing tights..., fireworks, and I've already forgotten what else. I wish I'd had my camera with me. I ran part of the way with a friend (an AEON student with whom I'd decided to run the race a few months ago), and I also saw a few other students after the race. The course went through our city, up a lot of hilly roads, and through little neighborhoods and wooded areas. I am sunburned and will most likely be sore tomorrow, but that might have been one of the best experiences of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179058734606177953-396630028474415121?l=ninimuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/feeds/396630028474415121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179058734606177953&amp;postID=396630028474415121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/396630028474415121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/396630028474415121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/2009/04/kasumigaura-marathon.html' title='kasumigaura marathon'/><author><name>nini muto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553524650067880173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179058734606177953.post-6786937043399551071</id><published>2009-04-19T17:58:00.015+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:00:34.841+09:00</updated><title type='text'>fukushima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SesSB9mkRyI/AAAAAAAABGA/vmSlkgfLl5w/s1600-h/IMG_2794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SesSB9mkRyI/AAAAAAAABGA/vmSlkgfLl5w/s320/IMG_2794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326370809221236514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I visited Fukushima city last weekend (in Fukushima prefecture). My friend Susan is working there now. It's a couple hours north of Tsuchiura by bullet train. We went to Hanamiyama, a pretty place with a mountain full of colorful cherry blossom trees, which I didn't know existed until we went there. We stayed at a Ryokan (a traditional Japanese-style hotel) in Iizaka, which is a nice hot spring town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/Ser5Z9_9HZI/AAAAAAAABFw/h9a1paHxpNI/s1600-h/IMG_2825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/Ser5Z9_9HZI/AAAAAAAABFw/h9a1paHxpNI/s320/IMG_2825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326343733853887890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing dinner. All of this food is for one person. Lots of tiny dishes with beautiful looking, wonderful tasting food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SdtynrsH_jI/AAAAAAAABEc/i2_ssmH7M4k/s320/IMG_2651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321973410736635442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cherry blossom season has arrived! I've been in Tokyo the last couple weekends to see the trees in bloom (they bloom a little earlier in Tokyo than in Ibaraki). Millions of other people were right there with me. It was extremely crowded, but somehow it didn't really matter because I was so distracted by the beauty of the Sakura trees. I don't think I've ever seen anything like it before. And the "O-hanami" tradition is pretty fun. People gather together in groups to drink alcohol and eat snacks under the trees. The weather has been perfect lately too, which just makes it all that much more wonderful.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179058734606177953-9196915533467361125?l=ninimuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/feeds/9196915533467361125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179058734606177953&amp;postID=9196915533467361125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/9196915533467361125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/9196915533467361125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/2009/04/sakura.html' title='sakura and o-hanami'/><author><name>nini muto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553524650067880173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SdtynrsH_jI/AAAAAAAABEc/i2_ssmH7M4k/s72-c/IMG_2651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179058734606177953.post-8728936184765096122</id><published>2009-03-13T00:09:00.010+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:54:33.631+09:00</updated><title type='text'>springing forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A couple weeks ago, Mike and I went with two of our students to Kairakuen, a park near Mito (an hour north of Tsuchiura) that has really pretty plum (ume) blossom trees from late February to early March. We had a good time and saw a bunch of gorgeous flowers in bloom. The cherry blossom (sakura) trees will be blooming soon too so I'm looking forward to that. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera when we went to the park. Luckily, Mike had his so I've stolen his pictures and posted them below. 
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tsukiji Fish Market - We got there around 6am, and I felt really in the way of everyone who was trying to do their job (carry fish, cut fish, sell fish, etc.). The market was way bigger than I expected, and I left smelling very fishy and not really wanting to eat sushi for breakfast. So we had McDonalds instead.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SaAck6YJkkI/AAAAAAAAA5M/y3mtUcOf6OQ/s1600-h/IMG_2390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SaAck6YJkkI/AAAAAAAAA5M/y3mtUcOf6OQ/s320/IMG_2390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305271781513859650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I flew to Hiroshima with my friend Christina a couple weeks ago. Wednesday was a holiday so I took a couple other days off, and I was able to spend some time exploring the city and some beautiful surrounding cities. Christina was a really good travel buddy. She was amazingly helpful with her Japanese skills, and she booked the flight and took care of all the accommodation details. I had a really good time! Above is the famous torii gate in Miyajima. We were also able to see this and actually walk up to it during low tide.  
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&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SaAabJIAMiI/AAAAAAAAA40/bRD4IqrfIhM/s320/IMG_2331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305269414650720802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A-Bomb Dome.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;The bomb was dropped basically right above this dome so somehow most of it was preserved while almost everything else in the city was completely destroyed. They decided to leave the dome the way it was as a reminder of what happened and also as a reminder of the need for peace. After the devastation in Hiroshima, the city became a symbol of peace. The Peace Memorial Museum and Peace Park are really worth visiting too. To me, the city is a really sad place but also a place of a lot of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SaAhl7a2-EI/AAAAAAAAA5U/BPocwDwZ14s/s320/IMG_2338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305277296531667010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SaAck6YJkkI/AAAAAAAAA5M/y3mtUcOf6OQ/s1600-h/IMG_2390.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SaAck6YJkkI/AAAAAAAAA5M/y3mtUcOf6OQ/s1600-h/IMG_2390.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hiroshima castle. It was rebuilt in the 1950s I believe, and there's basically a whole museum inside with lots of military equipment from when the city used to be a big military city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also had all the famous Hiroshima food (Okonomiyaki, eel and oysters, Iwakuni zushi, and lots of yummy sweets), went to an art museum with a Japanese garden that had plum blossoms, rode the street cars (kind of like trolleys) to get from place to place, and stayed in some really nice (and nicely priced) hotels. I'm so glad I could take this trip. It's definitely a place you should visit if you have the opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/eamuto/Feb09#"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;More Pictures from Hiroshima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179058734606177953-6166311794018496313?l=ninimuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/feeds/6166311794018496313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179058734606177953&amp;postID=6166311794018496313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/6166311794018496313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/6166311794018496313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/2009/02/hiroshima.html' title='hiroshima'/><author><name>nini muto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553524650067880173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SaAck6YJkkI/AAAAAAAAA5M/y3mtUcOf6OQ/s72-c/IMG_2390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179058734606177953.post-1313546919047950668</id><published>2009-01-15T23:30:00.018+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:52:06.728+09:00</updated><title type='text'>a thousand dreams in oven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;This little bit of Engrish was on the bag that held another bag that held my cup of coffee last week in Tokyo. When you order coffee to go, it comes in a bag. All the cafes (including Starbucks) do a really good job packaging things to make them extremely bike basket-friendly and even more eco-unfriendly. I'm just saying packaging materials are used in abundance here...unlike in alden times.&lt;div&gt;
&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SW9KegyqLJI/AAAAAAAAAtc/6TqU9JQrB7k/s320/IMG_2257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291529975242566802" /&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SW9KPoCzVvI/AAAAAAAAAtU/34X7i5h5_5c/s1600-h/IMG_2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SW9KPoCzVvI/AAAAAAAAAtU/34X7i5h5_5c/s320/IMG_2255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291529719491286770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This big piece of bread is proof that you can put a smiley face on any object, usually one with small dot eyes and a tiny mouth, and it will automatically become the cutest thing ever. Many things are appointed a smiley face. On the back of my pancake mix, the frying pan, the measuring cup of milk, and the egg all have cute faces on the directions. I might have already mentioned this a few times because I think it's rather fascinating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SW9S7eITrII/AAAAAAAAAt8/XdlTWsN3ZGQ/s320/IMG_2274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291539268837289090" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SW9O6kU5RmI/AAAAAAAAAts/TLGiZ4itG88/s320/IMG_2266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291534855274317410" /&gt;This was the sumo tournament I went to last weekend in Ryogoku.  It was amazing! I sat in a box on the floor with three other people and watched the matches, one after another. We went on opening day so it was sold out. I was so lucky to be able to see this and to have Japanese friends who explained some things to me so I wasn't completely clueless. Afterwards, I had a really good dinner with these kind souls to the upper right. Sumo is a really big deal in Japan, and the wrestlers are really well known by most people here. The matches are very short, and the majority of the match time is spent with the players trying to intimidate each other by throwing sand in the air and lifting their legs up to the side (as seen in the picture above). It's so much more interesting watching this in person than on TV. I'd definitely recommend going sometime if you can!&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SW9SaGEbzJI/AAAAAAAAAt0/9CQKw2tbQko/s320/IMG_2262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291538695442910354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SW9OW_9XQEI/AAAAAAAAAtk/XXqxMpHiIoE/s320/IMG_2264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291534244216520770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179058734606177953-1313546919047950668?l=ninimuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/feeds/1313546919047950668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179058734606177953&amp;postID=1313546919047950668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/1313546919047950668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/1313546919047950668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-boast-of-handmade-merit.html' title='a thousand dreams in oven'/><author><name>nini muto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553524650067880173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SW9KegyqLJI/AAAAAAAAAtc/6TqU9JQrB7k/s72-c/IMG_2257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179058734606177953.post-6553437800621911268</id><published>2009-01-06T23:16:00.012+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:40:49.232+09:00</updated><title type='text'>two thousand and NINE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SWNn_3wfSDI/AAAAAAAAAs0/JX-VRqvN2Us/s1600-h/IMG_2213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SWNn_3wfSDI/AAAAAAAAAs0/JX-VRqvN2Us/s320/IMG_2213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288184734459840562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really is the year 2009. &lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some of my New Years Resolutions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-to be cleaner and more organized (since it's become quite apparent that I am a complete slob in this tiny place)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-to learn Japanese - enough to at least have something that resembles an actual conversation with someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-to learn to love those I don't love completely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-to start jogging and maybe run a half marathon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-to read more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-to complain less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just a few obvious ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above is a picture of my new favorite place in Tsuchiura. Near Kasumigaura Lake is this huge windmill and a park that surrounds it. This is a beautiful place; I was amazed. When I went the other day just to sit and people watch (and draw, which I actually have no skills for but attempted anyway), I saw people flying kites and playing different sports. There were two kids in particular who I was watching play with their dad for over an hour without any arguing whatsoever. They were laughing and smiling the whole time and being loud and cute. I was impressed. At one point, their tennis ball flew over to my feet, and I was afraid the dad would see the picture I had so stalkerishly drawn of them. But he didn't. Safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I also discovered this week that not 100% of Japanese people are as peaceful and kind as I assumed they all were after my creepy stare fest. Here is a morsel of proof. Last night, I was reprimanded in English by a Japanese woman who thought I was trying to get a discount by ordering chicken curry at her Indian restaurant. Chicken curry, my friends, is clearly only offered in the afternoon, and please please don't make the mistake of ordering it at night time or you too will be scolded. I also learned not to try to make small talk with someone after they reprimand you. I almost want to add "become a vegetarian" to my New Year's Resolutions after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SWNv4GW6C7I/AAAAAAAAAs8/YUjPotpvnag/s320/IMG_2249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288193397033143218" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the right is a New Year's decoration that's commonly seen on peoples' front doors in Japan. I forget what they're called. New Years is a pretty big deal here, and it's celebrated on January 1st as it is in America. People &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make omochi and go to shrines, and while I didn't get to do either of those things, I thought this decoration was pretty enough to buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I really enjoyed my one week of winter vacation. It was the first chance I had gotten to take as many day trips as I wanted and run all the necessary and unnecessary errands I'd been wanting to run since I got here. Now I feel like I am officially a resident of the Ibaraki prefecture. The only thing that reminds me that I'm not fully Japanese is the (humongous) language barrier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next picture is of my newly IKEA'd out room. I was able to get myself there to buy all the lovely things (including 3 baby cacti!) that make a house a home. Or a room an apartment. Or something. And I posted more pictures on Facebook of everything if you're interested in looking at them at some point. I'm sorry I can't stick to one website when posting pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SWNxg-VcRzI/AAAAAAAAAtE/fb2bDk6SGtU/s320/IMG_2221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288195198765778738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, before I forget, I really need to post about the Fish Doctor. A few weeks ago, my coworker Susan and I went to the sento (public bath) and saw these fish in the main area (where there is also a restaurant I might add). The fish are in a tank, and their purpose in life (because we all have one) is to eat all the dead skin off your feet. It sounds gross, I know, but we decided to be brave and try it. I cannot describe how disgusting this was or how weird it
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; felt, but I can post a picture that will probably disgust yo&lt;/div&gt;u. Actually, this picture is the only one I could find on google images that doesn't make me want to throw up, but if you want to see what it's really like, please search google on your own, but remember that I warned you. All this to say that I enjoy trying new things, but some things I can promise you I'll only do once in my life! Xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 74px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SWN30PKI7CI/AAAAAAAAAtM/YzCOfHo3q3Q/s200/fish+dr..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288202126769056802" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179058734606177953-6553437800621911268?l=ninimuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/feeds/6553437800621911268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179058734606177953&amp;postID=6553437800621911268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/6553437800621911268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/6553437800621911268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-thousand-and-nine.html' title='two thousand and NINE?'/><author><name>nini muto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553524650067880173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SWNn_3wfSDI/AAAAAAAAAs0/JX-VRqvN2Us/s72-c/IMG_2213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179058734606177953.post-4687286076724616935</id><published>2008-12-18T23:58:00.015+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:29:19.857+09:00</updated><title type='text'>happy christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SUpuvFxC87I/AAAAAAAAAsM/TkbpV_8vdVY/s1600-h/Photo+97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SUpuvFxC87I/AAAAAAAAAsM/TkbpV_8vdVY/s320/Photo+97.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281155268326126514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;While Christmas Day is not recognized as a national holiday in Japan, the month of December definitely does not shy away from Santa Claus, Christmas trees, light displays, and snowmen (though snowmen here are only made using 2 balls of snow which has brought up an excellent question about why we use 3). Anyway, "Happy Christmas" is written in many places around town, and every store sells Christmas cakes. These cakes are very popular, and they're not cheap. If anyone in Japan celebrates Christmas on the actual holiday, they probably buy some KFC and a Christmas cake and cozy up under their kotatsu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I decked out my apartment with a 10-inch tree and lights for a total of 200yen (about $2.00). There's an illumination display in Tokyo that I got to see last weekend, and Tsuchiura has its own version of Christmas lights. They're more like Nightmare Before Christmas lights though ...and there's an equally scary display of lights strung every which way on a tree in front of Mister Donut.  Mister Donut is a very happy place. This is their holiday donut treat. I don't know what it is, but soon I'm going to eat it to resolve my curiosity. They have possibly the cutest advertising campaign ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SVJjBm-BsYI/AAAAAAAAAsU/YMOwzxcNBRM/s320/tree_01item.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283394192150737282" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm looking forward to winter break (from De&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cember 28th to Jan 5th) so very much. I think it helps that I'll be working on Christmas Day so that I don't end up dwelling on how much I'd rather be home with family! Although the truth, of course, is that I would. Next week, I get to teach a class all about Christmas complete with American Christmas trivia, cookies, movie clips, and a craft of some sort. So I'm looking forward to teaching (but not planning) that. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Did I mention how blessed I have been here the last 4 months? I have been so blessed by many friendships and lots of support here and back home. Happy Merry Christmas. Love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the oatmeal that has recently arrived in stores for the winter in Japan. At first, I thought the mushrooms shown in the picture were included in the box so I didn't want anything to do with it, but I've just found out that the small box doesn't, in fact, include mushrooms. I can now enjoy my favorite food any time I want. Thank you to those who have spent your life savings in shipping to sustain me in the meantime. Now I know that I can just go to the rice section (duh) of the grocery store and find oatmeal without mushrooms.&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a newfound love for downloading tv shows (especially The Office) and podcasts from itunes and putting them on my tiny ipod nano. These are especially handy when making long trips on trains. Also, you can also use itunes' (free!) podcasts to learn any language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SSSzulAOUPI/AAAAAAAAAq4/j-PmCdHGrXI/s320/IMG_2099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270535076718727410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks ago, I started a cooking class here. It will probably be for just a month unless I decide to continue, but I've already learned how to make some delicious things. We've made inari zushi and another sushi using kiku (edible flowers that are only ok to eat for a very limited time in the fall season). Last weekend was a special Christmas holiday meal, which was not actually so Christmas-y. It was, however, very tasty - a Chinese chicken salad, meatball soup, baguettes with different spreads, and pineapple cheesecake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cooking instructor speaks English well and used to work as a manager and head teacher at my school years ago. She and her husband were nice enough to drive Susan and me to Mount Tsukuba "Tsukuba San" last weekend. The weather was a little foggy and rainy, but we were still able to see some really pretty colors from the top. In the future, I'd like to hike it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SSS1V3XsLsI/AAAAAAAAArA/d5r4VH4job4/s320/IMG_2088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270536851175517890" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SSS3iDr-4kI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ddLCf3x9eIc/s320/IMG_2109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270539259663540802" /&gt;This is a picture from Tori no Ichi, a festival held in Tokyo every year. I went over the weekend and got to see all the rakes that are decorated and displayed for sale in hundreds of booths. They are supposed to bring good luck and good fortune (raking in big $), but ironically, they are too expensive for many to afford. They are really beautifully made though. They sort of remind me of the mums/garters we made in high school for homecoming. It was very crowded but well worth the crowds just to see what it was all about.&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.bentocorner.com/roller/page/bentoblog?entry=inari_lunch"&gt;"Bento Corner"&lt;/a&gt; is the name of a blog where a mom posts pictures of the bento lunches she makes for her kids. It must be kind of a common trend based on the number of seaweed cut-out/punch-out tools I see in stores. This might seem ridiculous, but you have to admit that it's the cutest thing you've ever seen. When I buy lunch in the grocery store, it's just as neatly made as these but unfortunately doesn't usually include faces. Also, I was never a huge rice fan before coming to Japan, but I now crave it at every meal.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SRHLt8GmzbI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Kf4bXrd109k/s320/vending-machine-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265213429461208498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been here for two and a half months! I think I've gotten used to everything strange/different here. Things I once found really surprising are not so strange anymore. Here are some examples I can think of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might have mentioned that the vending machines are ubiquitous (not sure if I can use that word, but I'm going to), and they sell cigarettes and hot drinks in cans in the winter. And corn soup! And I forget whether I've said this, but corn is a common topping on pizza. And pizza is expensive (like $30 for a small one) but delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt an earthquake the other day while talking to my momma on skype, but all was well, and I went to sleep soundly a few minutes later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come to the realization that I cannot buy shoes, and I can only buy certain types of clothes in this city because they only make things up to size M, and their size M is a Japanese person M (probably an American S). I've gotten used to getting stared at like a freak. It's as if I'm the only one dressed up for Halloween (which I was the other day) all the time. The fashion is more normal to me now - Flannel is really in right now for girls, and everyone has really cute boots; if not boots, then heels always. And they also wear knee high tights with skirts...I don't quite get that, but I do have some flannel and am looking for boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm completely used to the cars driving on the left side of the street now and the slurping of noodles in public. I can't say I'm an expert at this yet, but I'm slowly improving my slurping skills for fear of being perceived as rude for lack of slurping. Starbucks sizes are tall, short, and shorter or something like that. I've learned to order short to blend in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple hours ago, after watching Obama's acceptance speech online (yay!), I turned on the TV and happened to catch a show where two men were playing a game. Someone put pantyhose on both of their heads and then tied them together and made them run away from each other, which made their faces smush up. And now "My baby takes the morning train" is playing in the background of a winery tour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you, friends. Xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179058734606177953-2791192964296152407?l=ninimuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/feeds/2791192964296152407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179058734606177953&amp;postID=2791192964296152407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/2791192964296152407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/2791192964296152407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/2008/11/growing-accustomed.html' title='growing accustomed'/><author><name>nini muto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553524650067880173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SRHZTdwNuKI/AAAAAAAAAlo/0-WzgUJVCWA/s72-c/bento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179058734606177953.post-2233715886742902899</id><published>2008-10-22T01:00:00.012+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T02:13:02.655+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://picasaweb.google.com/eamuto/Nikko#'/><title type='text'>nikko</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SP4Nip8aZWI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oNSAiYQw2gU/s1600-h/IMG_2056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SP4Nip8aZWI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oNSAiYQw2gU/s200/IMG_2056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259656303841273186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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Hello! I'll finally update beginning with my trip to Nikko this past weekend (Sunday and Monday for me). I wrote a post last week, but I accidentally deleted it so maybe I'll go back and re-write it at some point.&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nikko is a beautiful city to visit in the fall, and it's full of tourists so I guess everyone knows it's the place to be. The leaves on the trees have already started turning a million different shades of red, and the mountains looked amazing covered with them. I rode the train for 3.5 hrs there and met some friends (2 of the 3 strangers before the trip, friends now), two Aussie girls and one Canadian. They're sweet. One of the girls also lives in Tsuchiura and works at the other branch of my company which teaches kids. I'm so glad to know someone else in this city! It was really fun getting to spend time with them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the train ride there, I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life when I left my backpack on the train, which continued on even after I got off...It took a couple extra hours and the help of a very nice man and some less than very nice people to find it. Many lessons were learned during the course of this trip with the main one being the following: prepare to make idiotic mistakes because you will, and keep practicing Japanese because you'll need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet, the trip was still amazing. We visited temples and shrines, a garden, the Kegon Waterfalls, Chuzenji Lake where I rode in my very first swan boat. I also had my first onsen (public bath) experience and slept in my first hostel where I shared a very tiny dorm room and bunkbeds with 3 guys from Germany because I booked late...probably one of the more awkward experiences of my life. The weather in Nikko was a little chilly during the day and of course more so at night, but I was prepared with a big jacket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in awe of all the things I've seen and done here so far. More later. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179058734606177953-4065430263983715836?l=ninimuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/feeds/4065430263983715836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179058734606177953&amp;postID=4065430263983715836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/4065430263983715836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/4065430263983715836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/2008/10/no2-ishioka-festival.html' title='no.2 - ishioka festival'/><author><name>nini muto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553524650067880173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SOTzNloN04I/AAAAAAAAAV4/Y19t8YgZNGU/s72-c/IMG_1852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179058734606177953.post-8607077552199378826</id><published>2008-10-03T00:05:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:33:47.983+09:00</updated><title type='text'>picture update no. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SOTqjzVUxHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/DBjCRvGJcXc/s1600-h/IMG_1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SOTqjzVUxHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/DBjCRvGJcXc/s200/IMG_1814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252580966216811634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SOTlZeRyEHI/AAAAAAAAAVA/OhxzDAHzkzU/s1600-h/IMG_1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SOTlZeRyEHI/AAAAAAAAAVA/OhxzDAHzkzU/s200/IMG_1806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252575291207979122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;These are some pics from a couple weeks ago of my coworkers Emi and Susan (assistant manager and emergency teacher at my school). They have been my main sources of friendship, knowledge, and help since I've been here. We've done something fun every Sat. night since I've been in Tsuchiura. On this particular Sat. night, we went to an okonomiyake restaurant for Emi's birthday a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;nd made our own okonomiyake (like a big pancake made of a variety of different foods). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I bought a tasty snack at the store the other day. As I was looking up the name online because I couldn't figure out what I was eating, this is the closest description I found. And I liked the description so here it is for your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;viewing pleasure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Taste:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; These snacks were shaped like pea pods, but they were actually not pea pods, but some sort of dough made primarily from peas, shaped to look like pea pods and baked. A first the taste was kind of salty, but it turned more and more into the taste of peas as we ate more. You definitely need a beverage with this snack. Our tasters like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;d these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knocked down an entire row of bikes and had to pick them up one by one.&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I was on the right bus back from Tsukuba to my city, but after 30 minutes or more, it became crystal clear that I was not. Mostly because I had made a complete circle and was back where I started. This was a sad and costly mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, when I was meeting up with someone in Tokyo, I was supposed to meet them at this famous dog statue in Shibuya. I was in a hurry so instead of looking around a few extra minutes, I asked a window clerk, "Inu wa doko desu ka?" (Where is the dog??) Luckily, I was pointed in the right direction as if that's a common and not at all ridiculous question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left my keys at a convenience store in the middle of the night one night. I went there to pay a bill, which is how you pay bills in Japan strangely enough. Also, it's safe to walk around at night in Japan which I'm still not used to. However, this could have been dangerous considering that I have no cell phone (still), no friends in the area (on that particular night), and no spare key. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered food from a little outdoor stand/restaurant a few nights ago. I had a feeling I didn't want to eat tako (pronounced "taco" but NOT the same), but I soon found out this was all the little stand had to offer. The lady relaying my options (tako or tako ball) seemed so kind, and I could not bring myself to walk away. So I ordered tako. And like an idiot, I decided to eat there instead of taking my food to go. I saw a picture on the wall which confirmed my fear that tako was in fact some kind of octopus-looking creature chunked into tentacle-y pieces. So I ate octopus balls and grimaced . Horrific I tell you. But the only trash outside was for unburnable goods so I couldn't dispose of it and run away. Luckily, I think the nice lady could sense my pain and brought me a to-go box which I promptly disposed of as soon as I got home in the proper burnable and unburnable compartments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SNpnQ-DHE4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/A9mdkkPuy74/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SNpnQ-DHE4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/A9mdkkPuy74/s400/images2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249621856885347202" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;tako ball. looks tasty enough, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SNpmDvL0J4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/XpGhnysauMU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SNpmDvL0J4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/XpGhnysauMU/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249620530045396866" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;incorrect. the contents of a tako ball. this picture makes it look a little more appetizing than it actually is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a scarier/more exciting note! I'm pretty sure I experienced my first earthquake a few days ago. It was early in the morning so I thought maybe I had dreamt it, but the earth was a-shaking, it was later confirmed. I have now been here over a month. How the time flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179058734606177953-2665907944603320168?l=ninimuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/feeds/2665907944603320168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179058734606177953&amp;postID=2665907944603320168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/2665907944603320168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/2665907944603320168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/mishapsadventures.html' title='MIShaps/adventures'/><author><name>nini muto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553524650067880173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SNpnQ-DHE4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/A9mdkkPuy74/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179058734606177953.post-8373923326634902321</id><published>2008-09-17T01:22:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:40:08.784+09:00</updated><title type='text'>ring ring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_gS8x7G6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/qmCpLa2Z-0Y/s1600-h/IMG_1746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_gS8x7G6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/qmCpLa2Z-0Y/s320/IMG_1746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246658707067706274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_fanHbUHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/9ulLw6CQ6m4/s1600-h/IMG_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_fanHbUHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/9ulLw6CQ6m4/s320/IMG_1740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246657739179642994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pics were all taken while in motion on "Tsukuba Rin Rin ro do" (tsukuba ring ring road :)). It's SO pretty, and you can see the mountains in the distance as you get farther away from Tsuchiura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_evrq6VVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0zhu1ppowBI/s1600-h/IMG_1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_evrq6VVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0zhu1ppowBI/s320/IMG_1744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246657001667843410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love this one
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_eclY6g_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/W9apZmCSQls/s1600-h/IMG_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_eclY6g_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/W9apZmCSQls/s320/IMG_1769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246656673564230642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a fellow rider
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_eJflfBOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/5gVTWHuc8Qc/s1600-h/IMG_1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_eJflfBOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/5gVTWHuc8Qc/s320/IMG_1749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246656345588827362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know what this stuff is, but there's an abundance of it
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_dzO0IXfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/l5hbmmab_j0/s1600-h/IMG_1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_dzO0IXfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/l5hbmmab_j0/s320/IMG_1736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246655963129732594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the beginning of the trail
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179058734606177953-8373923326634902321?l=ninimuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/feeds/8373923326634902321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179058734606177953&amp;postID=8373923326634902321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/8373923326634902321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/8373923326634902321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/ring-ring.html' title='ring ring!'/><author><name>nini muto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553524650067880173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_gS8x7G6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/qmCpLa2Z-0Y/s72-c/IMG_1746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179058734606177953.post-2979099852834418257</id><published>2008-09-16T23:42:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:40:38.762+09:00</updated><title type='text'>my humble abode</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_H_dWYmdI/AAAAAAAAATE/5eUFGA69OeA/s1600-h/IMG_1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_H_dWYmdI/AAAAAAAAATE/5eUFGA69OeA/s200/IMG_1721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246631983934118354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;my entire kitchen. it turns out a kitchen aid mixer is not essential after all, esp. when you don't have an oven :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_Ga9m2IoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/v6vpzicspuY/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_Ga9m2IoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/v6vpzicspuY/s200/IMG_1717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246630257426309762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;washing machine, bathroom sink, and kitchen (right), toilet room and shower/bathroom (left), trash with different compartments (left), and bedroom (straight) with a desk to the right and a closet and futon to the left that you can't see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;These are a couple pics of the shoebox I live in. I actually think it's kind of spacious for one person, although I've had to stretch my imagination to create storage space for certain things. For example, I have a small, 3 level shelf w/ wheels that goes in between my tiny fridge and my bathroom sink (which is only about 6 inches wide). That's where I keep all of my food. Also, keep in mind that everything I buy has to be either carried home or tied onto my bike w/ bungee cords. I'm not skilled at making things stay on the back of my bike so hopefully I will learn quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, work is going fairly well. I'm learning to go in early and stay late sometimes so I can make sure I'm ready to teach my classes. During the day, I teach small classes/private lessons with mainly women. A couple of the ladies are really advanced and take discussion classes, which I find enjoyable. In the evening, which makes up most of the classes, I've been teaching lots of business men and a few sweet high schoolers. So far, I love the students. Sometimes they seem really nervous or scared of me (and of speaking English) at first, but mostly they're really fun to teach and very easy to talk to. I have many different levels of students and about 10 different textbooks, but most of the classes have the same basic structure. There are just a couple books that are more ridiculous than you could possibly imagine. I'm not sure what the writers were thinking. No kids come to our school, which I've realized I'm really grateful for! I don't think I'd have the energy to run around and sing all day on top of everything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've spent my mornings shopping, venturing out, sitting in Starbucks, and prepping for classes. I get home from work at 9:30 or 10 most nights. This weekend, I'm making it my goal to get to Tokyo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179058734606177953-2979099852834418257?l=ninimuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/feeds/2979099852834418257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179058734606177953&amp;postID=2979099852834418257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/2979099852834418257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/2979099852834418257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-humble-abode.html' title='my humble abode'/><author><name>nini muto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553524650067880173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SM_H_dWYmdI/AAAAAAAAATE/5eUFGA69OeA/s72-c/IMG_1721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179058734606177953.post-5890269994871109018</id><published>2008-09-09T10:43:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:10:40.154+09:00</updated><title type='text'>a few pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SMXaSLLYqvI/AAAAAAAAASE/p6z6b0Dvy3s/s1600-h/IMG_1781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SMXaSLLYqvI/AAAAAAAAASE/p6z6b0Dvy3s/s320/IMG_1781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243837346915855090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are some houses in my neighborhood
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SMXZ5gnHR_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/Uoslr7TQC6U/s1600-h/IMG_1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SMXZ5gnHR_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/Uoslr7TQC6U/s320/IMG_1735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243836923172571122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
this is a little waterway 5 mins from me
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SMXVUAgIt_I/AAAAAAAAARs/dM67MMwb3ow/s1600-h/IMG_1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SMXVUAgIt_I/AAAAAAAAARs/dM67MMwb3ow/s320/IMG_1730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243831880851699698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my beautiful, pink bike. love it with all my &lt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;i'm still trying to get the hang of this. everything is in japanese. eventually i'll put some more pics up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179058734606177953-5890269994871109018?l=ninimuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/feeds/5890269994871109018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179058734606177953&amp;postID=5890269994871109018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/5890269994871109018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/5890269994871109018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-pics.html' title='a few pics'/><author><name>nini muto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553524650067880173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPYYBCebcFA/SMXaSLLYqvI/AAAAAAAAASE/p6z6b0Dvy3s/s72-c/IMG_1781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179058734606177953.post-7798017331507670136</id><published>2008-09-08T21:09:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:54:24.166+09:00</updated><title type='text'>first impressions</title><content type='html'>Hi friends and family :D. I'm starting a blog because I know I probably won't be able to talk with you as often as I'd like. Hopefully, this one won't be as disheartening in content as xanga 2000.&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made it through training and a week of work in Japan.  My initial impressions can be summed up best with the following words and phrases:&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;humidity. bad hair (mine only). tiny people. tiny cars! small apartments. hot. narrow roads. good food. bikes w/ baskets! lots of walking. rain. futons. 100 yen stores. good bread. fabulous convenient stores. friendly folks. compact buildings. escalators galore. no english. crunchy clothes (no dryers). no dishwashers. no garbage disposals. clotheslines. balconies. weird tv. tea. drink bars w/ ice cream. karaoke regularly. sitting on floors. cute shoes for tiny feet. izakayas. delicious, expensive fruit. bike parking garages. suits. high school uniforms-britney spears style. fried foods. temples. bike trails. lack of cereal variety. iced coffee in a can. little storage space. separated trash (burnable and non). amazing service. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, I am loving it - much more than I thought I might! I feel challenged but also at peace. I can hardly understand anything that goes on around me. Maybe later on, I'll feel frustrated by this, but right now I'm intrigued because I feel like there's a greater chance that I'll eventually be able to communicate in another language. I now have a better understanding of how foreigners in America must feel. I have searched for things at the store and have not been able to find them because I don't know what the package looks like or because I don't know how to ask. My proudest moment of the week was finding and buying a bike. I found it at a "home center"- kind of like Home Depot/Wal Mart- that's about a 20 minute walk from my apartment. A cute, old man set it up for me. It came equipped with a basket, a bell, a light!, a lock attached to the bike, and a hardcore kickstand/back fender. Bikes in Japan come with a minimum of all these things. I'm not gonna lie, I am definitely having to re-learn how to ride a bike, and I feel like an idiot. An idiot in danger. I probably need to invest in a helmet and knee/elbow pads. Luckily, I'm not in Tokyo so I don't think I'll be killed :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work with mostly sweet, sweet people. We karaoke'd the first night I was here, and my coworkers are planning a welcome party in a couple weeks. Teaching is a little intense, and I feel disorganized. I'm sure this will get better in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sundays and Mondays are my days off. Yesterday, I ventured out into all that is Tsuchiura. Today, I did the same. I found a bike trail that goes on for 25km or something ridiculous. It goes through fields and past temple-like buildings (possibly temples?). I also found a park nearby that used to have a castle in it. Now there's a big empty spot where I assume the castle used to be. I explored the Ito Yokado (shopping center/mall) and exhausted the 100 yen and grocery stores. I don't think there's much of the city left to explore. Next, I plan to venture to Tsukuba, the neighboring and slightly larger city. I want to shop there and hike Mt. Tsukuba!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My feet are scraped, blistered, and tired of heels and overuse. But I haven't paid a CENT for fuel! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179058734606177953-7798017331507670136?l=ninimuto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/feeds/7798017331507670136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1179058734606177953&amp;postID=7798017331507670136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/7798017331507670136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179058734606177953/posts/default/7798017331507670136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninimuto.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-impressions.html' title='first impressions'/><author><name>nini muto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553524650067880173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
