Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Slipped Through the Gate


Max, Maxie, Maximillion, Maxi-pad, Maxwell

Thank you for 17 great years!! You were a brother, friend, child and guardian! You protected us from the postman and you comforted us when we were sad. You dragged me out of the house whether it was cold and rainy or sunny and beautiful. You trained with me for my first (and only) marathon. You moved with us cross country twice and lived in at least six houses! You snuck around the house and onto beds or a couch whenever you got the chance. You pranced and danced around the house. You loved your squeaky squirrel like it was your own child. And even when I had been gone for two years you remembered and recognized me the minute I walked in the door. Thank you for your unconditional love and friendship. You are missed!






A note from my dad:

We find ourselves wondering around the house missing Max's energy and remembering all the beautiful quirks of his unique personality. He is missed and was one of a kind. How fun it will always be to remember back on our family dog and the love he showed for each of us and all of us. One of the nicest things he ever did was to leave us a day before we would have had to take him in. Once again, he saw an opportunity and slipped through the gate!

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Conversions

Parked by the beach not far from here is a caravan of Americans from Duluth, Minnesota and Medford, Oregon, I was told. They live in campers and trailers and drive around Japan visiting communities and schools. They put a speaker on top of one of their vehicles to spread the word - the word of the gospel.

Today one of the Americans, a Japanese citizen who has lived in Japan for over 50 years, visited my school to talk to my Vice Principal. He entered the staff room with the correct polite Japanese expressions, offered his business card and proceeded to monopolize the VP’s time with a long diatribe. Another teacher that sits across from me glanced at me and raised his eyes as if to ask “Where the #@*% did this dude come from?” - - there was a 73 year old foreigner speaking Japanese in my school. The VP stood, nodded, spoke a few words but looked cold and unwelcoming. In two years, I have rarely felt such inhospitality from him, so I knew something strange was going on. Because the American was speaking away from me and in accented Japanese, I wasn’t able to follow the conversation. When it was clear he was finished and the VP was not interested in his offers to enlighten the young Nyuzen minds with stories from the bible, he asked the VP if I was the English teacher and if he could speak to me. I was intrigued but wasn’t overly polite because I could sense the tension in the room. He introduced himself as an Evangelist from the Bible Distribution League, the title he also has on his business card. He told me about how the work they do and about traveling around Japan. He has been doing this for 40 years—living out of a camper and going from place to place preaching the gospel. He admitted that he hadn’t gotten far with the VP and looked as if he was looking for my support. I wished him well in Toyama and he said he hoped I was reading my bible. If only he knew.

Everyone in the staff room remained silent after he left the room, pretending not to notice our conversation or what had just happened. After I was sure he was out of earshot, I apologized to the VP and told him I thought it was a bit strange. I’m not sure why I felt like I had to apologize, I guess because he was American too. I didn’t want all the teachers to automatically assume I was on his side or supported him because we shared the same nationality.

I don’t have a problem with people practicing their religion, but I do have a problem with evangelists. I don’t understand the process of converting people to a religion imported from another culture. From what I’ve seen and heard it feeds on people’s fears and insecurities through a process of manipulation and guilt. For me religion is very much based in culture. Therefore, I also don’t understand how an American can be a Hindu, or a South Indian can be a Baptist. It just doesn’t compute to me. Religion is so intertwined with culture, that I don’t think you can separate them or take them out of their context. Maybe an American can be a practicing Hindu, but culturally an American is predominately Christian.

It’s always a bit shocking to me when I see or hear about people trying to convert Japanese or Hindus, cultures that have a great deal of respect for many religious beliefs and values. Speaking generally of course, they seem to be open and accepting often recognizing the greatness of many spiritual leaders and paths.. Conversion, especially by fundamentalist Christians, seems like an approach that requires those being converted to close their minds, to focus and narrow their perspective. In a modern global society, where people are interacting with many different cultures and religions in one day, we need to be opening our minds, sharing our beliefs and learning about other beliefs.

I’m glad my VP has that same perspective. After being one of a handful of international/multicultural educators for this town and in this area…I hope that people are a little more understanding, aware and open to other cultures. But I fear that people like Mr. Evangelist from Minnesota is encouraging education of the wrong kind.



In other recent news, an estimated 5,000 Dalits converted to Buddhism in Mumbai several weeks ago at a mass conversion, one of India's largest to date. You can read the article on BBC News.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Recent Happenings

I've been feeling a bit busy and overwhelmed. Everyday I think of and write about 2-3 blog posts in my head, but I just never have the time to sit down and type them. I'm hoping that after the busyness of the next two months is over and I'm on the road, I'll have more time to sit down and reflect on my surroundings and situation. But for now, I just don't have the time. So even though I hate just posting these quick updates...if anyone still reads this blog, here is what I've been up to:


This weekend I climbed Mt. Oitsurushiyama with Chica-chan. Three hours up and down in the warm rain. It was fun and I hope we can do it a few more times!


Last weekend we had an international yakisoba bar-b-que and ultimate frisbee game! Lots of good food and a great game! Good times!


Last weekend I swam in my last Masters swim meet in Japan. Overall, I didn't have good races, but we did well. The 200m medley relay team took first--hurray!

Off to the UK

In 24 hours two massive boxes, that could house a child, will be on their way to the UK. And I won't see this stuff again for seven months. It'll be exciting to see what I packed and what I thought I might need and want to wear. Slowly but surely my apartment is being cleared out. Only a few more boxes. Yippee!!


Thanks for handling all the logistics RSZ.

Monday, June 04, 2007

In Recent News

The little sleepy town I've lived in for three years doesn't get much press, national or international. But recently two stories have made the news:

A 3-year old was caught stealing DVDs from a local video store for his mother, her sisters and their grandmother. Apparently the family is notorious in town, but this was a bit shocking. Read the full report in the The Mainich Daily News . I also heard a rumor that one of the sisters was seen begging in town recently!

This last weekend a Japanese fishing boat was captured off the coast of Russia. Apparently it was fishing in Russian waters and is reported to have more fish on board than allowed. Read more in the International Herald Tribune,. While the report only mentions Toyama, I've heard that the fishing boat is actually registered to Nyuzen.

I'm hoping to get a full report at my adult eikaiwa tomorrow night!

And that's the update from Nyuzen!