Monday, November 11, 2013

10: November 1913

So think about this: If it were 100 years ago today instead of 100 years from now a hundred years ago today (?_?), this would be our frame of reference:
Things that had just happened within the last five years:
Within the next year World War I would begin, kicking off for what many would consider to be one of the defining opening moments of the 20th century. From this year on major events are widely covered in middle and high school history textbooks, so let's focus in on just advancements that have had a direct or lasting impact on education:
  • In 1920 commercial radio got its start.
  • In 1923 "talking movies" debuted.
  • In 1928 the first Oxford English Dictionary was published.
  • And so was sliced bread...which has defined school lunch for millions ever since.
  • In 1942 t-shirts went on sale for the first time.
  • And in 1944 ballpoint pens did.
  • In 1945 ENIAC was built. (This is after the Manhattan project produced the first nuclear bomb, mind.)
  • In 1951 TV became color.
  • 1971: VCRs
  • 1972: pocket calculators
  • In 1975 Microsoft was founded.
  • 1979: Sony Walkman
  • 1993: The Internet becomes big.
  • 2003: Myspace makes social networks important.
  • 2007: iPhone launches the smartphone market.
  • 2010: iPad launches the tablet market.
I took these factoids nearly at random from About.com's 20th century timeline. I'm sure there are lots of important education historical landmarks that aren't listed here--
  • When did the modern backpack come into style?
  • Or easily tearable notebook paper?
  • And whiteboards?
  • And non-one-room schoolhouses?
  • And textbook corporations?
  • And standardized tests?
  • And the first irrational political panic-laced push towards more standardized testing?
  • etc.
--but the pattern I noticed here is that, technology-wise, a lot of the things that we take for granted wrt learning (especially self-directed learning) came about in the past century. If you think about 19th century education, you (or at least I) imagine one-room schoolhouses on pristine hills in very sparsely populated towns.When I think 20th century I think graded public schools and the introducing of technology to the classroom--or even more, the educational effect of technology at home.
We learn a lot (good and bad) from TV; there are tons of good educational programs on the radio (and via the radio-esque podcast); and only very recently has the Internet, social networking, and portable access to both become a reality. We're only just starting out here in the 21st century. In a hundred years' time, people might consider these past 13 or so opening years of the 2000s cultural relics of the 20th century, with the 21st century only coming into its own later (hopefully not, this time, through the gates of a major war). Is it likely that our current, much maligned public systems of education will dissolve into or be greatly changed as time trudges forward? I think so.
I'm not sure what's coming, but it's exciting to think that despite all the innovation we've been seeing the past 15 years, we're still quite unaware of what kind of thing we're holding. With 21st education, we're really just getting started.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

9: Inglourious Basterds review



Writing the megalithic Gantz review yesterday reminds me that I wrote a review for Inglourious Basterds a few years ago that a handful of people really seemed to enjoy. I don't have the file on my computer anymore, so here, for posterity's sake, is a link to the article on Helium.com.

http://www.helium.com/items/1768513-inglourious-basterds-propaganda

Spoiler alert: Tarantino shows us that, deep down, we're no better than they were.

8: GANTZ




Well, GANTZ is finished. It took 13 years, 37 volumes, and, apparently, the very last drop of patience from creator Hiroya Oku.

Here's a review of the series. Spoiler alert: I end up recommending it anyway despite its flaws. Everything except the last volume. For that, I recommend you buy a sketchpad and finish the story yourself.

Gantz (I'll stop shouting now), was an action series thought up by Oku in high school. He apparently had very specific influences that caused him to come up with this story, but I'm going to go with my intuition and suggest that he played the NES a lot as a kid and really, really wanted to see how Nintendo-based physics would play out in the real world.

Exhibit A: Aliens that look like dinosaurs that shoot fireballs out of their mouths.
Also, he was in high school when he thought up the story, so lots of high school boy-esque sexual fantasies played out in real life. And then there's stuff like this:
Good luck, fella.
Actually, the series worked really well in parts. At first I didn't like it; I thought it was nihilistic and didn't want to support a piece of art that thought humanity as a whole was a piece of shit. I'm not entirely sure that Oku thinks that now, but I'm still not convinced one way or the other. At any rate, one Christmas holiday I got myself hooked back on the series and ended up breezing through some 20+ volumes over the course of a couple of weeks.

So here we go: Kurono Kei (玄野計) is an asshole high schooler, who, along with his much nicer, much more heroic friend from elementary school Kato Masaru (加藤勝), get themselves run over while helping a drunk who's fallen onto the subway tracks under Tokyo. They wake up in a strange room with a strange black sphere and a handful of other apparently recently deceased people, none of whom are quite aware of what the dilly is.

The ball (also known as the plot, also known as GANTZ) sends randomly chosen recently deceased people on "missions" to kill certain monsters. GANTZ provides a bunch of sci-fi weaponry to get the job done, and a little sci-fi insurance (by way of a little bomb implanted in everyone's brains) to make sure the involuntarily recruited recruits perform their duties. If they die during the mission, they're dead-dead, but if they only get injured their injuries are healed at the end of the mission. Just like in Mario, minus the extra lives.

For the first half of the series, the members of these teams and the monsters they fight are invisible, though the damage they cause to the areas they're sent to is permanent. Later on they become visible and widely known to the public, which gives Oku a bunch of chances to show how little he thinks of humanity at large, what with their Internet-based bickering, paranoid finger-pointing, and the like.

Anyways, that's the plot, and it's pretty standard throughout the series. The thing that kept me coming back, though, was the characters. Kei is very unlikeable in the beginning of the series, and he remains unlikeable for a long time. (Maybe not so long? I was reading it in Japanese, which makes any amount of pages seem longer than they would otherwise.) Kei starts out trying to one-up Masaru, but he can't because Masaru is a good guy, and good at what he does. Also, girls like him more, which pisses Kei off. This play between their two very different personalities in these seemingly random life-or-death situations makes for great reading, especially given the weird turns the series takes in later volumes.

I don't want to understate this last point: putting people in life-or-death situations is pretty much the job description of most creative people in Hollywood. This series isn't high literature by any means, but Oku makes a really jerky kid come into his own in a way that doesn't, until the last volume of the series, feel forced. There is Japanese melodrama at play here ("I'll never forget you...!!" "I will return!!"など), but despite that he managed to make Kurono Kei's psychological development realistic and really entertaining in the context of the story.

And that's what it's all about, people.

Kei and Masaru aren't the only two characters of interest, of course. There are new characters with each new mission, and this was really one of Oku's strong points: he built a series that required a lot of Star Trek-esque throwaway good guys, and did a pretty good job of making us actually like those good guys most of the time before he got them kilt in really vicious ways.

Gantz has a bunch of loose ends that, if Oku had had the time (he didn't), he could have expanded the story even more to explore and wrap up a handful of plot points, but due to his need to put out around a dozen pages per week in Young Jump, some potentially very interesting character development was sacrificed in the name of titties and 'sploded heads. Alas, 'tis a problem American comics and Hollywood movies have suffered from for decades now. If only the French were interested in paying Oku to take his time and flesh out the series properly, we might have had an action-manga epic to take the 青年 title of A Perfect Representative Story. (I like to do this with movies. Other examples of PRSs include Dragonball for 少年 manga, Watchmen or Flex Mentallo for superhero comics, or Before Sunrise for romance movies.)

In hindsight, the series culminates with the penultimate storyline that takes place in Osaka (which doesn't feature Kei at all, come to think of it). The last story arc, Katastrophe, had so much potential that  it seems to have scared the piss out of Oku himself who wrapped up in 10 volumes a storyline that could have lasted twice that, if not longer.

And now for a heartier breakdown of Katastrophe, replete with spoilers.

Katastrophe is the codename for an apocalyptic event foreseen by the organization behind GANTZ. A race of humanoid, intelligent aliens invades planet Earth to mine it (and us) for resources.

That's the plot: the plot is genius. Here's why.

Up until now the Gantz teams around the world have been given apparently random missions to annihilate monsters--which we later find out are actually aliens--for seemingly no purpose other than the challenge of staying alive and earning points to either leave the game or level up. Now it's revealed to us that the Gantz technology was given to humanity by an extremely advanced, godlike alien race in order to prepare us for the invasion of the Katastrophe race--a race very much like humans, but...bigger:

The very first monster killed by the Gantz team was a ネギ性 child. The team members had no idea what was going on, except they knew that if they didn't kill this kid, there'd be trouble. So they killed it, and it was awful and nihilistic. Then the ネギ性 dad shows up and kills most everyone, and we as readers are kind of rooting for the dad because, you know, these random guys just showed up at his door and blew his boy into a bloody pulp. Even the dad's eventual death is sad: he's crying and staring defiantly at Masaru, who knows he's being an asshole as he blows the innocent alien's head off his shoulders.

This theme is repeated in a number of different ways throughout the series. My personal favorite is when the team gets sent into the Buddhist temple to clean house. They slay a bunch of statue-monsters, but then they get put up against the Last Boss (ラスボス), who in the space of a few pages kills a bunch of really likable main characters and cuts the legs off of Kurono Kei, who loses all hope and begs for Kato Masaru to kill him before the monster does. Kato, in the final battle with this monster, begs to be let alone with his friends, but the monster says "Why? You're the one who came to our house and started shooting at us. Now we're all dead except me. No, I'm going to kill you."

--And you get this feeling that yeah, even though we as readers like Kato and Kurono, they deserve to die. They're the bad guys here, and the only reason we're rooting for them is because the narrative follows them, not the aliens.

But the aliens didn't do anything. The Gantz teams aren't like the Ghostbusters who show up only when there's a problem. They're not even like the X-Men, who save the world from evil but the world doesn't thank them for it. The Gantz teams are the bad guys; they're forced into it, to be sure, but to save their own lives they have to go out and kill aliens that were up until they were marked for termination making no problems for nobody. I don't know if Oku was trying to make an elaborate "Nazis were just normal people caught up in a situation beyond their control" kind of metaphor, but it is perhaps telling that the Gantz factory and the godlike alien race's avatar were in Germany.

Speculation aside: Katastrophe throws all this on its head. With Osaka being the last "normal type" mission (and after the killcrazy bonus round in Rome), the Gantz teams are transformed from mercenaries into proper soldiers, gathered by the mysterious organization in charge to execute missions against the invading giants. These giants are now in the position the Gantz teams were in before: they're just doing their job and don't want any trouble. They're an advanced civilization whose home planet has long ago ran out of natural resources; now they travel the galaxy looking for life-rich planets in order to refuel and keep from going extinct. The human race is no threat to them, and shortly after their dramatic arrival they begin harvesting us for food.

This is really exciting. I mean, most people don't have the balls for something like that. You get the idea that not only was this saga well named, but that Oku's whole plan is to end the world--and the series--on a bang, and potentially even a hopeless ending. I know I said I hated nihilistic literature before, but this would be different. This would be a sci-fi epic about humans arrogantly snuffing out life forms that they have no clear interest in or understanding of, and then being wiped out by a life form that has no interest in or understanding of us. That's not nihilism, that's irony. And really good irony at that.

But alas, he wasn't and he didn't, and that's sad. The only thing more disappointing than not ending the series on a things-will-never-be-the-same-ha-HA note was the way he actually ended it, but we'll get to that later. First, a synopsis of the major plot points:

Basically, the aliens invade, Tokyo and everywhere else are decimated, the American military (and probably all the other ones, too) is wiped out, and before the end of a single day one might guess that fully half of the population of cities around the world has been killed. Aliens start herding the remaining humans into cages to be cleaned, killed, and made into food. A handful of Gantz people make it into some of these cages and, escaping the neutralization station in the alien ship, make their way with a number of rescued humans into other areas of the ship. They find a very normal looking city inside, full of normal looking (albeit giant, alien) people. These people are shopping, eating at cafes, hunting stray humans for sport--living a normal life. From there the plot splits into a number of branches, following the split-up Gantz members through their many hijinks in the giant city above Tokyo. People die, people cry, and there are volumes and volumes of Kei chasing after his girlfriend Tae.

I don't know about anyone else, but this was always the part about Katastrophe that I looked most forward to reading. That, and Kei #2's relationship with Leika. An unfortunate side-effect of these plotlines was that there was almost no time to devote to the rest of the supporting cast, who were killed off randomly or embarrassingly swept to the sidelines. This was especially sad with regards to Kato, the hero of Osaka, since we had spent most of the series getting to like him and Kei equally. Again, if Oku had had more time and had been in less of an obvious rush to finish the series there would have been more space to give Kato a plotline of his own so that, by the climactic battle, we would give a damn about his decision to enter the fray.

And that, I think, brings me to volume 37: the Big Fart.

Briefly, the plot leading up to this final volume was as follows: during a so-called final mission, the Gantz team members were given ginormous walking ships that rivaled the giants' own walking ships. They were pointed in the direction of a big column and told to blow it up. Kei got so far as to damage it, but then Tae, his lady love, convinced him to give up on account of not wanting to destroy the entire race. After this the two of them go home, on the way realizing that the giant mothership has begun to retreat, leaving many Gantz members stranded on the ship, increasingly further away from Earth.

In another area of the ship, Kato and Kei#2 are transported to a room (I like to call it, "The Room of Tied-Up Loose Ends") with about as much plot structure as The Room, where they meet a faceless, infinitely faced being who explains the whole backstory to them, and apparently solves the mystery of why that one random German guy ten volumes previous had godlike powers. This godlike being also tells everyone that there's no god, except there is a soul, and reincarnation exists, so like, no worries. (Ballsless, Oku. Ballsless.)

Back to reality, Kato's group gets transported back to the giant alien ship, find out they're in orbit, panic, and find one last Gantz ball that's working to transport everyone back to Earth. As they're queuing up, they watch the American team take on big giant soldiers one by one, slaying them with apparent ease. Apparent until the big white leader-looking one that has been pestering everyone for the past nine or so volumes decides to step into the fray. Cue end of volume 36.

Now, despite the occasional plot hole, inexplicable loose end, or hurried ending to a plotline, there was a lot of potential leading into volume 37. I didn't know beforehand that it would be the final volume of the entire series; I can't imagine anyone that did know was comforted. Here's what I was expecting to happen, in a vague open-ended kind of way:

  • the last boss fight would happen between the Big White Giant and the remaining several dozen Gantz members, including and especially the Tokyo team
  • Kei and Tae would be watching the whole thing from Tokyo, very sad since during the course of the fight most of the Tokyo team would be killed, probably including Kato
  • eventually (after two or three volumes) the big guy would go down, but would probably not be killed
  • through a mutual, warrior-like agreement, the aliens would continue their retreat and the Gantz members that remained (including maybe a few sidelined Tokyo characters) would be transported back home
  • and then, maybe by volume 39 or 40, there would be a few chapters of falling action, showing how the world was left after the Katastrophe and how our principal characters start their new lives, Gantzless.
  • ZE ENT.
This, however, is what we got:

  • The big white giant (let's call him the last boss) kills a few members of the American team, and in response the whole bloodthirsty, highly skilled American team surround him in an effort to take him down as a unit. He's surrounded and definitely fucked.
  • The camera pans to Tokyo and New York City, showing the faces of the people watching the fight on TV.
  • The camera pans back, where, get this, the whole American team has been dispatched.
    • (This is a technique known as fucking around. Oku used it because he had no idea how to realistically show the giant getting out of that situation.)
  • Then the boss starts calling out Kurono Kei's name, explaining that his race is beat, and that their only other option is to crash their mother ship into Earth. They'd do it unless Kei came and beat the last boss by himself.
    • (This is not their only option. They could just leave. It had been explained earlier by the godlike alien that the giants had been turned away from their planet, so retreat, it would seem, is an option for these people.)
  • Kei goes to fight the last boss and--get this--beats him.
    • Despite being demonstrably less experienced and less skilled than almost everyone else in the room.
    • Despite being alone and with no weapons.
    • But--but--he had heart. You see, he promised his girlfriend he'd be back.
There were two or three panels when the Last Boss looks really surprised that Kei managed to land a hit on him. You're not the only one, buddy.

After the last boss is killed, Kei asks the lone remaining giant warrior to stop the war and to leave. Instead of leaving, he kills himself.

And then the ship explodes and Kurono and Kato escape in windowless Gantz bike-ships, even though they're in deep space.

(The falling action so far is like the end of the first Metroid game, except in Metroid you have to escape by going up, not down, and the exploding facility upon the death of the last boss makes sense, not no-sense.)

And then--literally on the next page--they're floating in the ocean "two days later," talking about how they're about to die.

And then--again, on the following page--they wash up on a beach where a bunch of people are shouting "Thank you!!" They collapse in their girlfriend's (Kei) and brother's (Masaru) arms.

THE END.

That's right: Hiroya Oku somehow managed to make a fall to Earth from space happen faster than your average reader could conceivably appreciate that the falling action of the story had even started. It broke speed records, but it really sucked.

The overriding feeling from the whole last volume was that the whole time he was drawing it, Oku was thinking, Jesus, I really want to be finished with this damn comic already. Unfortunately, he got his wish, but he sort of ensured that I won't ever read anything from him ever again. A story's value isn't cumulatively contained in its ending, but this was such a bad ending that it borders on professional irresponsibility. I appreciate all the good points of Gantz, and I still recommend the series up until the end of the Osaka saga to anyone, but Katastrophe is a perfect example of a project that became too big and too unwieldy for an artist, who eventually lost interest and blew through to the end, probably for contractual reasons. Joe Madureira did the same thing with Battle Chasers, except that he didn't make it a dozen issues before he threw in the towel--and he had an entire creative team behind him to get most of the post-production work done.

In the end, Gantz was a filthy, fun sci-fi epic with a handful of really memorable characters who at various times throughout the series were underutilized or ignored, probably due to time budgets more than any creative lull on the part of the creator. The final story arc, even though it was something like 2000 pages, was rushed into absurdity over the final few volumes. If you want to give the series a try I recommend it, but maybe stop at volume 34 and just imagine yourself an ending. It's better than living with the stain of volume 37 on your conscience.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

7

I just had a thought. If software companies had stopped developing new OSs after LOTUS123 and instead just focused on patching up that OS year after year...

...the resultant system would look an awful lot like grade-school English education in Japan.

I'm always thinking about the brokenness of the system, but I had a meeting on Tuesday that brought a certain aspect of the system into sharp focus for me. Basically it went like this: teacher A and administrator B had a disagreement. B wanted A to advance through the next chapter in a certain way under a certain timeframe, and A had a problem with that.

So far, I'm on A's side: teachers are hired with an implicit amount of trust in their abilities and they shouldn't be micromanaged in such a way.

A had a problem with that because he wanted to do every page in the textbook.

Now I'm confused, because I was in the exact opposite position last year. I was trying to skip over swaths of pages that I didn't think were important for the students, and my boss was in strict disagreement with me.

B, upon hearing A's reasoning, exploded in a rage and shouted at him in front of all of us, "Think of the students needs, not your own!"

Now I'm jotting happy faces all over my agenda 1) so that I don't have to make eye contact with anyone, and 2) because B's unjustified shouting down of another teacher was, at least in content, correct. A wants to do every chapter of the textbook because there are x number of pages in the textbook and, not coincidentally, x classes in the school year. As x=x, any skipping of pages will have the end result of a textbookless lesson at the end of the year for which the teacher in question would have to make up completely from scratch. And he didn't wanna.

Making lessons is hard as a full time teacher. I failed all the time last year to balance lesson-making time with my busy teaching schedule (which, incidentally, was ridonkulously busier than any of the teachers at my current school). Planning a good lesson takes at least an hour (if your head's clear), and often more if you want to do more than just talk at the students for 50 minutes. It's easy to fall onto the carefully balanced crutch of the textbook, but if you spend too many years there you might fuse to it like, I think, A did at the meeting earlier this week. He's almost incapable of thinking about his job as a teacher in the traditional sense: someone who knows a good deal about a certain subject and being an adult, who makes it his full-time occupation to transmit the best of his knowledge to the up-and-coming generation. He's fallen into a habit--either of his own volition or because the system is set up in such a way as to force all but the strongest-willed into it--a habit where his job is to show up at x:00, do page xx to page yy in textbook zz, and to spend the majority of his time keeping records and grading things to ensure his students are, hopefully, increasing their grades to a level sufficient to enter society.

This is the kind of teacher the principal wants him to be, though from time to time teachers will be subject to a pep-talk, or to a mandatory extra workload, to remind them that they're not just paper pushers, pushing class after class through an education mill until their bodies are exhausted and their brains consider creative work to be a time-stealing nuisance.

There are only a few strong-willed teachers left. The system doesn't want strong-willed people; they buck the system. The system wants the scared and fearful, who will work their evenings and weekends away on non-class-related paperwork and grading that will keep things running much as they have been. Personally, I could afford to be much, much better. I'm trying all the time, but it's life--it's a struggle between motion and sleep and sleep will have its due. I'm lucky to be inspired by a few good friends, Yorkii and Paul, who are always on the move, creatively, in the EFL field. Hopefully you have someone in your professional or personal life to look up and aspire to as well. It's an extra bit of energy that, I think, will have made a great difference in my life once things are said and done.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

6

Have you ever read one of those articles that lists words in foreign languages that express concepts in English for which we have no word? Like tartle, from Scots, "to hesitate in recognizing a person or thing, as happens when you are introduced to someone whose name you cannot recall."

Just for fun I want to make a short off-the-cuff list of some common Japanese words that English doesn't really have an easy equivalent for, and vice-versa.

The 和 List
  • 面倒臭い (mendokusai*)
    • A phrase used primarily by the young and/or deeply annoyed, meaning something along the lines of I can't be bothered with this (shite).
  • 宜しく (yoroshiku)
    • A catch-all word for commencing or ending situations. You can translate it as please treat me favorably, but it feels wooden and unnecessary in English. It is, actually, unnecessary in English, and that's why we don't have a word for it--but it's indispensable in Japanese, where 宜しく is the bookend to many formal social situations and perhaps most business-related conversations. 
    • Without this magic word, conversations would materialize out of nowhere and end roughly, like ending a sentence without a period and just starting the next with a capital letter If I had to force a cognate in English, I'd point to ending telephone conversations.We have this word goodbye, but it's never enough just to say goodbye and hang up the phone--at least not in my family or group of friends. We have to warm up to the bye. First an excuse is in order: Welp, I better xyz before it gets too late. And after that bit of chitchat is done, Alright, talk to you later followed by a response, then See ya, then Bye. It's terribly illogical if you look at it for long enough, but it's the flow of our language.
  • おつかれさまです (otsukarasamadesu)
    • Like 宜しく above, this is a set phrase that you hear on a daily basis if you work in Japan. It literally means here's a tired respectable person, translates to you must be tired, and has a close cognate in the phrase Good job. Coworkers say it to each other when they pass each other in the hallway instead of Hi or How's it going like Americans do. 
    • (One of the great feats of Japanese engineering is the average Japanese male's ability to squash the eight-syllable おつかれさまです into three or fewer syllables.)
    • (It might be worthwhile to start saying Good job! to coworkers when we pass in the office. Nobody cares how you're doing even when they ask, and Good job! feels nice and is funny from the get-go.)
  • 微妙 (bimyo)
    • This word has an English cognate in sensitive, subtle, or delicate. But it also has a slang version where its meaning is abstracted into near-unrecognizability--like we do with cool, for example. In the slang version, ビミョー means No, but in a really vague way, like you don't want to be quoted as having actually said no.
    • A fuller and altogether better explanation than mine can be found at this blog.
  • -しまう (-shimau)
    • This verb suffix has a number of uses (it translates as to finish in most dictionaries, but that's terribly misleading), but my favorite is when it conjugates in such a way as to give a sense of having messed up to whatever otherwise normal sentence you've just said. For example:
    • 私は彼にそれをするように言いつけた。I told him to do it.
    • 私は彼にそれをするように言いつけちゃった。I told him to do it (which was a bad idea).


The 英 List
I can't think of much for English because I don't know the extent of Japanese yet. That said, there is no awesome equivalent to the following two words--the first I know from experience, the second from casual testimony from two Japanese friends of mine.
  • fuck
    • Not that you can't swear in Japanese, but there's no fucking word quite as fucking flexible as fuck.
  • remind
    •  I was surprised when I heard this one. Apparently it's true. I guess it shouldn't be so surprising, since re- is a Latin suffix, not an Old English'n.
    • Anyways, how neat!
*I'm transcribing the words for English speakers, not according to ローマ字, so I'm ignoring specifically marking long vowels because English speakers give remarkably few damns about them.
There must be much more interesting ones than these floating around, so if you know any feel free to jot them down in the comments.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

5




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This post would be better written on the back of a piece of scrap paper, but what the hell.

Numbercrunchtime:

I'm taking the 日本語能力試験N2 on December 1st this year. Google先生 tells me that's 172 days from now.

That's 24 weeks and 4 days. Or to put it another way, 4120-odd hours, give or take. I'm starting to sweat, because I've been spending most of my waking hours studying and immersed in Japanese since the beginning of April, and the time is flying by and I don't feel like I'm learning all that much. I feel like I'm shoveling sand into a jar with a fork.

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The Grammar One
I bought this bad boy recently, as well as two more books in the series: the Reading One and the Listening One. The plan so far is to work my way through this guy, then tackle the reading and listening books simultaneously.

On top of this, I recently got a subscription to this online study website called iKnow. It's got a good interface, and it's helping me to fill in the gaping academic holes in my Japanese vocabulary. As it turns out, you don't learn technical or niche words like 管理 (management), 財政 (public finance), or ぞっと (shuddering, trembling) talking to your Japanese friends at 居酒屋 (bars).

On top of that, I'm still using and adding cards to Anki daily, which lets me focus on the tougher grammar bits from the book, review kanji, and would supposedly help me learn difficult sentences I found while reading Japanese for pleasure if I could kick myself back into the habit of reading Japanese for pleasure.

But this is a numbers game, and I'm hesitating to calculate because I'm worried that I'm setting myself up for a scare. But here goes:

  • I have roughtly 170 pages left in the grammar book; there are 192 pages and 101 pages to cover in the reading and listening books respectively.  The last few days I've had an easy schedule at school and have found out that I can study a grammar chapter, do the accompanying mini-test, and 入力 the questions I got wrong or find difficult into Anki at a rate of about one page every 20 minutes. (A very rough guess, but it'll work for now.)
  • If I'm going to stick with iKnow, there are 6000 vocabulary words separated into 6 courses of 10 chapters each. I tested into Core 3000, which means, as of now, I have about 3600 words to go to complete all the courses.
  • Anki-wise, I can clear 100 cards in about 40~50 minutes, and I have two decks (grammar and kanji) that I should tackle daily.
So, to whit:
  • 463 pages (with the grammar book taking another estimated 23 hours+the test at my current speed)
  • +3600 words
  • +90分minutes of 暗記Anki 勉強study per 日day
  • divided by 172 days
  • イーコルequals!
=About 3 textbook pages per day (about an hour at the desk/computer);
=About 21 new words per day (about two hours, including new words+review)

Hm. That seems doable. Too doable. I wonder if I'm miscalculated somewhere...
 
Ah... Summer. Beautiful Everything, Nagano. Right.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

4


I have the best coworker in the world. I'm sorry everyone else; you lose.

Here's a little story about the past few weeks.

My coworker is a math teacher whose desk faces mine. We chat every day about this and that. A few weeks ago we got on the subject of James Joyce and I gave her my Japanese copy of Dubliners and introduced her, just for kicks, to Finnegans Wake.

(Usually when I start talking FW people start backing away slowly. But my coworker is different. That's one reason why she's the best in the world, as I said.)

She started reading Dubliners and the other day, nearly finished with the book, she asked me why I liked James Joyce so much.

In stumbling Japanese, I said Joyce was interesting because his writing style changed with each book. That he was neat-o.

In response, she compared Joyce to Natsume Soseki and commented on the way Joyce depicted life in Dubliners straightfaced, without comment, and the effect that lack of verbal decoration had on the narrative as a whole.

She said lots of other things, too, but I couldn't catch most of it. Part of the reason was because, as I mentioned before, my listening abilities in Japanese are dismal; but another part of the reason was that the conversation had turned me into a tightly wound ball of wonder and I was too caught up in the moment to think. Like when a fanboy meets his idol by chance in the street and can only gape at awesome fortune, here I was finally, after years in Japan, having a deep conversation about literature in a foreign language with someone much better read and a more articulate thinker besides. I was too existentially happy to bring anything to the table. Because--I'm saying--this was a dream come true. I have good conversations about literature all the time with non-Japanese friends over here, and I can get my lit-fix on the Internet anytime. But this was the first time that I had a serious, high-minded conversation on the topic with a Japanese person in Japanese.

It was thrilling. And that episode was followed up this morning when my coworker pointed me to this gardening blog written by a Japanese woman living in England. She recommended it to me on the basis of it being beautifully written in an older style of Japanese (take this for example: 「本当に長いご無沙汰の後の更新ですが、そして薔薇のシーズンにはまだ数週間を要しますけれど、今の庭の様子をご覧いただければ幸せに存じます」), and by telling me that "when I try to talk like that, my tongue catches."

I can sense the beauty of that sentence like I can fathom a glacier from its bobbing iceberg tip. But it's a start, and I have someone who can guide me sitting right across from me.That, to put it mildly, is McAwesomesauce.

Anyways, really happy with my luck this year. In fact, I've been having nightmares all week about the stuff I went through last year--school and roommate problems--but the atmosphere in my area of the teachers room is even better than the nightmares are bad. The kind of person my coworker is is truly rare, and I'm incredibly fortunate to have someone as quality (and as patient) as her to talk to every day. It's the kind of understanding we should always strive for in communicating with our friends, but perhaps rarely do. It's a return of that electricity that I felt most often in late high school and throughout college talking with my friends. It turns out it doesn't necessarily fade with age, just in the people who let it.

Maybe this is a small thing, but I don't think so.