Still Will in Japan
all about me, for you ... don't call me conceited.
Monday, February 21, 2005
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
(not so) controlled insanity
this is a mail i received from my buddy kevin, who lives far north of me in Akita prefecture. A very snowy, cold and obviously bloodthirsty place... read on:
Last night, we attended the Takeuchi festival in Rokugo, up here in
Akita, and it was quite possibly the most insane event I have beared
witness to in Japan. At about 8pm, after many bottles of sake, the town
fellas divide tthemselves into North and South sections. A pitch had been
cleared earlier in the day for the festival, and by 8pm, it looked like
a massive dog-fighting arena. Just after 8:30pm, all of the guys taking
part were drunk enough to begin, and they strapped on helmets and
wielded 20 foot long bamboo poles.
The whistle sounded for round one, and the guys all went at each other,
slapping sticks into each other and pushing and shoving. Three minutes
later, round one was finished. A second round followed, and it was
crazy as well.
But when the third round warm ups began, the air about the place
changed. They lit a 10 foot pile of garbage on fire, and all of the
participants (about 100 from the North and 100 from the South), lit their bamboo
poles on fire. The folk story says that if the North wins, there will
be a good rice harvest in Rokugo this year, so they shoved all of the
foreigners onto the South`s team (can you believe it? of course you can).
When the whistle blew, all hell broke loose. Dudes were going back into
the fire with the poles and just all out wailing on each other, in
order to push back their opponents and win the battle. The townfolk were
screaming bloody murder at each other, and lil` Takeru watched as his dad
beat the pulp out of his best friend`s papa. About halfway through the
fight, it became clear that the poles weren`t very important. By this
time, there were dudes running in, no pole in hand, and just all out
wailing on other guys. My friend Geoff, a humongous rugby boy, got the
living hell beaten out of him. He crawled to the sidelines for help,
shouting `stop` in French, and the guys from the North followed him into the
crowd. He was about 5 rows deep into the audience, on all fours, before
a woman stopped the kicks that were coming his way.
Finally, after about 5 minutes, the whistle sounded and the fight was
over. The sides retreated to their corners and that was that. Kind of.
Once the referees left the pitch, everyone came out to congratulate
their buddies. That`s when the fistfights started. And they went on for
about 30 minutes.
I had no idea what to expect from this, and I didn`t have any headgear.
Next year, I will be prepared and I will fight to the death. Maybe I
can even get the construction helmet my friend Brian wore, which bore the
phrase "FUCK YOU" in masking tape on the front.
Okay, back to work,
blog blah blog
my crazy principal
mori sensei, if you're reading this: "flower face"
been listenin to m83, arcade fire, tribe called quest, gang of four, credence and some video game music. what about yous?
Thursday, February 10, 2005
don't get upset about the picture or anything. i'm truly doing ok now.. just have to get my passport and what not.
sucks,... in response to my getting in touch with people about the new website i heard that a friend from high school died in a car wreck yesterday. thats 3 friends that have died since ive been in japan, 2 being from car accidents.
read on fark.com: some old woman got her head hit with a bottle in a bar the other night in some brawl, went to the hospital and found out she had a tumor in her head. the bottle saved her life. fate is hunny bunny funny. friends and people who read this thingy,.. feel free to use the comments; not sure how it works yet, but we'll figure it out, and im sure its fun
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
mama never told me don't talk with drunk, aggressive, violent brazillians
me and a buddy were coming home the a few weekends ago from a birthday party when we got surrounded, intimidated then assaulted by a group of guys. they obviously sat on
Monday, February 07, 2005
Well well well,
this blogspot stuff seems pretty cut and dry. dont know if im able to write
today, i went to the doctor for something. he didnt touch me at all, or even really look at me. he asked if it hurt, i said "no" and he said, "ok, you're fine".. this means me and everyone i know are qualified to be doctors in japan. hurry before all positions are filled.