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I could either write a long entry about nothing, or write no entry about something
I'm thinking of switching to gmail from hotmail (yeah, I know, "finally", you're thinking), because they just updated the hotmail site yet again and now the webpage is completely annoying to read mail in, plus it gets all weird on my keitai. On the other hand it's a little weird to switch what's been my primary email address for over 6 years now, and I'm worried about losing email if I just have it forwarded. Plus, I would probably just use my baseball-related gmail account and I'm not sure whether I want to keep that name forever either. Oh well.
Work today wasn't like I thought it would be. Eri was in training today, so it was supposed to just be me at the school. I went to McDonald's to get a big lunch since I thought I wasn't going to be able to leave to grab dinner, and got some snacks and some coffee and some Chiffon Milk Tea which is my latest super-addiction, and came to GEOS all ready to camp out at 12:40pm, and... the door was unlocked and the lights were on.
Apparently today was a day for Hirakawa-kakaricho to be working at our school, but nobody had told us in advance. Oops. It was both a good thing and a bad thing. Good because it meant I didn't have to worry so much about talking to visitors and all; bad because I had to use the computer for a bunch of things today including a v-chat with our soon-to-be-gone area trainer, and Hirakawa's so busy that I feel awful getting in his way at all.
Craziness aside, classes went okay today. One of my students asked if he could recite to me an engineering presentation he has to do tomorrow in English at work. I'm both super-proud and super-embarrassed for him. I listened to him and thought he sounded really pretty good, but then he showed me a printout of part of his slide presentation and he had mispelled "cut" as "cat". I pointed it out to him and he was all like "Oh no!" I hope he can fix it.
We drew mixed-up fashion people by folding paper and taking turns drawing parts of them in my 8pm class, then had to describe what they looked like. It would have been a lot more fun with 4-5 people instead of only 2, but it's ok. I want to put the drawings up on my wall next to my 8-year-olds' artwork but I think the adults might feel kind of strange about that :)
Did I mention I got a postcard from my student who's currently in New York? She sent me an artists' rendition of Yankee Stadium postcard. It's interesting. I put it up on my wall. I also have a basket of clay flowers that one of Eri's students made for me. It's funny how on any given day I always have an "I think everyone here hates me" moment, but then something else happens to remind me that I'm being stupid. Like last week one of Eri's students told me he dyed his hair to look like my hair color. At least I think that's what he said.
After work I came home, played one game of Pop'n at Warabi station, and then rode my bike to Kawaguchi to get katsudon at the nice cheap place near there, then rode home. Yes, I pretty much rode 5 miles round trip to get katsudon, which is really pretty fucking stupid now that I think about it. I mean, sure, I really like the katsudon there, and it's 430 yen and that includes miso soup, as opposed to the place around the corner from me here where it's 640 yen and it doesn't include anything. But... eh, whatever. Riding my bike on the streets next to the train tracks at night is really kind of nice in a weird way.
This week's issue of Sports Graphic Number has an Ichiro story in it, including a photo of him walking through Queen Anne drinking a cup of coffee. The weird thing is that it's at an intersection that I swear to god I rode by EVERY SINGLE DAY for over a year in Seattle, it's the intersection of Mercer and Queen Anne I think, where the 15/18 buses turn to go towards downtown. Really surreal, it made me sort of homesick. I showed some of my students like "See Ichiro? See this intersection? That's where I'm from..." even though it's really a mile or two from where I lived. Too difficult to explain.
I've been rereading Robert Whiting's books the last two nights. I'm basically trying to remember everything I know about Kazuhisa Inao. His death is sort of on my mind in a weird way. I mean, a month ago the dude was a color commentator on the playoffs and now he's gone. It's just sort of weird.
Grar, and now it's 3am again. I hate how that happens sometimes.
Work today wasn't like I thought it would be. Eri was in training today, so it was supposed to just be me at the school. I went to McDonald's to get a big lunch since I thought I wasn't going to be able to leave to grab dinner, and got some snacks and some coffee and some Chiffon Milk Tea which is my latest super-addiction, and came to GEOS all ready to camp out at 12:40pm, and... the door was unlocked and the lights were on.
Apparently today was a day for Hirakawa-kakaricho to be working at our school, but nobody had told us in advance. Oops. It was both a good thing and a bad thing. Good because it meant I didn't have to worry so much about talking to visitors and all; bad because I had to use the computer for a bunch of things today including a v-chat with our soon-to-be-gone area trainer, and Hirakawa's so busy that I feel awful getting in his way at all.
Craziness aside, classes went okay today. One of my students asked if he could recite to me an engineering presentation he has to do tomorrow in English at work. I'm both super-proud and super-embarrassed for him. I listened to him and thought he sounded really pretty good, but then he showed me a printout of part of his slide presentation and he had mispelled "cut" as "cat". I pointed it out to him and he was all like "Oh no!" I hope he can fix it.
We drew mixed-up fashion people by folding paper and taking turns drawing parts of them in my 8pm class, then had to describe what they looked like. It would have been a lot more fun with 4-5 people instead of only 2, but it's ok. I want to put the drawings up on my wall next to my 8-year-olds' artwork but I think the adults might feel kind of strange about that :)
Did I mention I got a postcard from my student who's currently in New York? She sent me an artists' rendition of Yankee Stadium postcard. It's interesting. I put it up on my wall. I also have a basket of clay flowers that one of Eri's students made for me. It's funny how on any given day I always have an "I think everyone here hates me" moment, but then something else happens to remind me that I'm being stupid. Like last week one of Eri's students told me he dyed his hair to look like my hair color. At least I think that's what he said.
After work I came home, played one game of Pop'n at Warabi station, and then rode my bike to Kawaguchi to get katsudon at the nice cheap place near there, then rode home. Yes, I pretty much rode 5 miles round trip to get katsudon, which is really pretty fucking stupid now that I think about it. I mean, sure, I really like the katsudon there, and it's 430 yen and that includes miso soup, as opposed to the place around the corner from me here where it's 640 yen and it doesn't include anything. But... eh, whatever. Riding my bike on the streets next to the train tracks at night is really kind of nice in a weird way.
This week's issue of Sports Graphic Number has an Ichiro story in it, including a photo of him walking through Queen Anne drinking a cup of coffee. The weird thing is that it's at an intersection that I swear to god I rode by EVERY SINGLE DAY for over a year in Seattle, it's the intersection of Mercer and Queen Anne I think, where the 15/18 buses turn to go towards downtown. Really surreal, it made me sort of homesick. I showed some of my students like "See Ichiro? See this intersection? That's where I'm from..." even though it's really a mile or two from where I lived. Too difficult to explain.
I've been rereading Robert Whiting's books the last two nights. I'm basically trying to remember everything I know about Kazuhisa Inao. His death is sort of on my mind in a weird way. I mean, a month ago the dude was a color commentator on the playoffs and now he's gone. It's just sort of weird.
Grar, and now it's 3am again. I hate how that happens sometimes.
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gmail supports imap and hotmail probably at least supports pop, so you could probably get all your mail to a local computer and reupload all of it to gmail.
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