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Name: Eric
Country: Japan
Metro: Nagasaki
Birthday: 1/19/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: International relations, philosophy, asian culture, Russian literature, music, guitar, reading, anime, RPGs, hot sauces, hot peppers, awful awful movies, aviator style sunglasses, Adobe Photoshop
Expertise: Stealing land from the propertied and giving said property to the propertiless.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Real Estate
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AIM:  President_Jinnai
MSN: victor.surge@gmail.com
Member Since:
10/13/2004
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| One Way to be CruelBack in February we had a band. That band was Beijing Cocktail. We weren't the greatest band to grace the stage that night...we were the greatest pianica and cowbell wielding band of all time.
We only practised for a few weeks. It was my first time on stage and second month using a bass guitar.
Set List:
Ice Cream - The New Young Pony Club
I Wanna Know what love is - Foreigner (which is why Tim is sporting the wig)
A Million Ways to be Cruel - OK GO!
The Devil Says Dance - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
A Thing Called Love - The Darkness
Band Members:
Kara Adams: Drums / Secretary / Warden
Lizzie Moore: Vocals / Cow Bell Player
Paul Hebert: Cow Bell Holder / Guitar
Chris Moyer: Guitar / Guitar Strap Breaker / Amp Blower Outer / Vocals
Eric Knudsen: Bass / Toe Breaker
Tim Johnston: Vocals / Pianica / Mulleteer
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| Oh god, I might just start this up again. I have scads of new Xanga features to look into and it'll cut deep into the napping, but, I'm going to start my fifth and final year in JET, and maybe it needs to be chronicled like the first.
Stand by and check in. It's blog startup Russian Roulette. I pray it's not fatal *goes and posts nothing but pictures and calls it a blog*
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| Long time, hey. I've had billion of things I could have been writing about. And I still might. But until then, here's the link to my brand new Deviant Art page.
http://victor-surge.deviantart.com/
click the download button on the left side for the full-size view.
I'm also an MMO junkie now.
EVE Online
http://www.eve-online.com/
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| The rules have changed; JET now has an upper limit of five years. Does that mean I'm going to stay on the program for five whole years? Probably not, but...BUT a fourth year is possible and as such I'm coming home again this Christmas just in case I stay in Japan longer. The gods of travel are merciless, fickle, and rather good knitters, so I'm purchasing a round-trip ticket this time. So December 18th to January 5th, e-mail for appointments soon. ha ha. ha...nobody loves me...
I was the semiofficial Kitaarima Junior High Bunkasai (Culture Festival) this year. I took numerous (mostly crap pictures) but these are a few of my favorites.
First up was the band, playing such classical pieces as The Theme of Sazae-san, and The Ending Theme of Sazae-san, and The Opening of Chibi Maruko-chan, and superb rendition of Cutey Honey: Trasformazione nuda delle donne potenti, in C major for sax and clarinet.
Intermission: Student gallery 
"I knew we couldn't go wrong with this year's theme of Freud presents: Jenga and Lemons, An Exploration!."
 Who DOESN'T love garlic and it's near LIMITLESS applications in our glorious well-flavored future!? Added bonus, last two pages were full-sized drawing of characters from The Prince of Tennis. 
Class 2-2 tries to show us the magical worlds of Hayao Miyazaki. Wanted: new 2-2 class to try to feed spirit for gold. All I got from this one was plastic bottles and newspaper.
Next was my favorite part of Culture Fest, the plays. This year was no different from any other year, crossdressing, crossdressing, and more crossdressing, the boys just can't get enough of skirtsuits and frilly lace. | | |
| All of the new ALTs in Minamishimabara City have (to this point) overcome the need to possess and operate cars. Many have taken to the labor of traversing the sidestreets, hills, and mountain of the Hanto under their own power. This is good. This makes me not the only one. Finally it enabled me to sample the Tabi no Beer Ran of Unzen. For two years I avoided sampling a Japanese rarity, the microbrew, since I lacked the volunteers (so I really never really asked anyone anyway) to bike the two hours up the mountain to try it with me. Luckily Joel, the Portuguese aristocrat (finally someone to dress up - and did last weekend for town posters - and historically reenact with me the highly traditional 17th century tradition of playing J-pop on stage at a Christmas festival.) was convinced to ride up despite participating in a grueling four karate training session just prior. The brews weren't bad. I tried all three varieties and preferred even the weakestsauce one over just about any Japanese beer with the exception of possibly Yebisu and perhaps this Asahi Primetime I'm drinking right now "For all the best moments in life, let yourself go"...which is possibly blog writing, who knows.
 
This week I had three days in a row of elementary school and I'm nearly dead from it. My shoulders are strung tightly enough to launch a ballista dart. Luckily the first of my trials was at a small elementary I had never been to, population 26. I've never had to teach in this type of elementary school environment before, and honestly it was the best time I've ever had at an elementary school. I managed to memorize every single students name. For a comparison, I can barely remember all the names of kids I've had for two years in a single Junior High class. A lot of them had brilliant English and I wondered where exactly they learned it all. Maybe they think Eigo de Asobo really rocks. One of the girls was named Maria, highly odd for Japanese girl, but perhaps not for Nagasaki-ken. I was vaguely upset upon leaving. But, why, WHY, was lunch champon? And why, WHY did I have to eat with the whole school? And WHY, WHY am I Japanese enough to feel like I'll lose face if I don't eat it all? For the record, champon is highly not like, and this was school lunch champon yet besides.
Also proficiency in riding two wheeled bikes with no hands in no way translates into riding a unicycle proficiently.
  We love champon, we've always loved champon. Two bowls of champon plus two bowls of champon is five bowls of Champon.  This kid is the seven-year-old spitting image of Takeshi Kitano.He better grow up and be a gangster. 
And oh, don't forget about Kelly, in case anyone wants to know how the private Eikaiwa life is.
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