大正区のエイサー祭り

9/15/11     8:53

Just a quick update on last sunday’s Osaka adventure.

And when I say Osaka I really mean [a suburb of] Osaka [called Taisho].

There’s a large Okinawan population in Taisho and every year they have a festival in the scorching heat of summer to celebrate Okinawan traditional dance, food, and general culture. Pop culture class teacher told us to go so I went with Grace, Marisa, Troy, and DJ.

Cleverly enough, the festival was held in an open sandy field with absolutely no trees, save those on the sidelines. So it was either a) watch the performances and burn to death or b) sit in the shade and have your view blocked by tents. Rock and a hard place.

I think we all settled for watching the traditional okinawan drum dancing/sanshin music for a few minutes then retreating to the shade with shaved ice in hand. I’ll let the pictures speak.

Oh, as far as food goes, there was a large array of Okinawan food available. Like, long sausages wrapped around into spirals and then speared on a stick… like a lollipop. >_> Or cucumbers on a stick… I settled for a chicken skewer. It was great.

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Festival aside, there were three discoveries that day:

1) Women’s train

On our way to Taisho, we used the JR Loop Line in Osaka. It was then that we discovered Women’s Train. It’s a train made specifically for women. Presumably so they won’t get felt up on the train.

Marisa: “It’s so elegant in there. Look at them fanning themselves.”
Troy: “Don’t you know? Women’s train is powered entirely by women fanning themselves and laughing softly.”
Me: “Yes, and then women’s train just spontaneously detaches and blasts off into the air while the women inside continue to fan themselves and laugh at the people below.”
Troy: “I mean. If I designed women’s train, that’s what I’d make it do.”

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2) Nerd Out

On our way back from the festival, Marisa, Grace, and I stumbled on this card shop that seemed to specialize entirely in Yu-Gi-Oh cards. [Is that still popular?] And next door was a used game store. I found Tales of Destiny, Final Fantasy VII International Version, and all sorts of other rare games, old games, and games never released in America. For like 10 dollars each. I almost died. I hope this is just a preview of the selection in Den-den town in Osaka and Akihabara in Tokyo.

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3) CREEPER ALERT

So, there’s a way of using a dSLR camera in such a way that no one thinks you’re taking a picture. I’ve developed the technique to take pictures in shops where you’d get yelled at for taking photographs and other places where photography is prohibited [i.e: bookstores, the Sistine Chapel]. I was teaching Marisa how to use it with her Nikon when I shot the above picture accidentally. It was actually a really sweet picture, IF IT WEREN’T SO CREEPY. I swear it was an accident ;_; I don’t take creeper shots of children.

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And in other news:

– So… I was hanging laundry outside this morning when someone came with his family to the front door and gave grandpa a present package. Mom and Dad were talking about it in the living room and they said that it was for an automobile accident that happened in our neighborhood. Nothing happened to our house specifically so I can only assume they are giving everyone gifts to basically say “sorry for the disturbance.” THAT’S CRAZY. WHAT IS THIS.

– I am still in search of peach Fanta. I keep seeing people with bottles of it but I can not for the life of me find out where it’s sold. I WILL FIND YOU, PEACH FANTA.

– I learned in class that in Korea, you can’t marry someone with the same last name as you. I guess that would be sort of weird.

– We were discussing something in Psych class and I told this Japanese girl that I didn’t really want the childrens. Her response: “SO YOU ARE GOING TO LIVE THE LONELY LIFE?!” … Julia and I sort of laughed. “It was a very forlorn party.”

– I explained the following quote to my host family a few nights ago.

“Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit.  Wisdom is knowing not to put it in fruit salad.”

Good fun trying to render that in Japanese. And also, we got on the topic because my grandpa asked me if a tomato was considered a fruit or a vegetable in the Philippines. I think he thinks I grew up there. Dad has to keep explaining to him that I actually grew up in America.

Oh, btw, here’s the fam.

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