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04.12.03

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I've heard it said that homelessness is on the rise in Tokyo, and casual observation would seem to verify that claim. If you go to any of the major parks, or look under some of the larger raised expressways, you'll find countless little makeshift dwellings made from scrapwood, cardboard, and blue vinyl tarps. These 'blue tarp' villages seem to be getting larger all of the time.

Tokyo, like any other city, has its share of mentally ill and drug-addicted street bums covered in grime and filth (though not really so many), but unlike most places that I know of there are thousands of 'socially functional' homeless people living just outside the periphery of society.

These socially functional homeless people are the ones who build the neat little blue-tarp homes. They often do some kind of work, even if it's just collecting cardboard or cans for recycling, and keep their homes and themselves relatively neat and clean.

If you walk through one of these blue-tarped villages you'll often see the men sitting around in groups playing chess, drinking beer, and listening to music. Many of the shelters will have cook stoves and bedding. You'll see that a lot of them even have alarm clocks.

I can't really say what the socioeconomic factors that led to this state of affairs is. No doubt the increase in homelessness is related to the declinining economy and restructing of the work force. However, I also suspect that other non-economic social factors play a significant role. It seems that, at least for some people, this form of homelessness is a way of just dropping out of society.

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04.09.03

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I was just getting ready to go to bed and as I stood there taking my shirt off and looking out the apartment window I heard the staccato dack-dack-dack of a jack-hammer and I thought to myself 'here we go again -- more construction.'

My neighbourhood, Minami Senju, is where construction projects go when they die -- it is Valhalla for construction projects; it is the land of never-ending building noise.

I don't know why there is so much construction going on around here, but it seems to go in cycles. Everywhere you go, they're digging ditches and drilling holes. You see front-end loaders and cement trucks whizzing back and forth along the small side streets. The silhouettes of construction cranes dot the horizon like trees along a distant mountain ridge.

We've been living here in our apartment for about two and a half years. It's an okay place, and large by Tokyo standards. The catch is, two sets of train tracks run by the base of the building, so there's a lot of train noise.

We've gotten used to the trains, but what has been boggling our minds is that the city has been building a third set of tracks parallel to the original two ever since we've moved in, and even now they don't seem to be anywhere close to being finished. And apparently, the manager of the construction company feels that drills and jack-hammers function better very late at night, because that's they only time that they're used.

With so much heavy work going on in the neighbourhood I've had a chance to make a few observations about Japanese construction sites and construction workers.

First of all, they keep their work sites and construction equipment in immaculate condition. Every backhoe, crane, and loader is kept spotless and they always look brand new. The construction site is never cluttered, and on the larger sites one of the first things they do is 'pave' the site with large steel plates so that the dirt doesn't get churned up into mud and spread everywhere.

The construction crews seem to have a lot of meetings, and sometimes after the morning meeting they will do calisthenics. Quite regularly, they will all walk through the neigbourhood around the construction site and pick up all of the litter (not that there's ever much of it), right down to the cigarette butts. I guess that's their way of staying in good stead with the local residents.

I've only every seen men working on construction crews, and just like back in Canada, they seem to be rough guys -- often unshaved and in need of hair cuts. However, they take their appearance seriously, and just like most other professions in Japan, they have a dress code.

You never see anyone just wearing a pair of jeans -- they always have on proper work clothes, usually very baggy pants cinched tight around the angles with a matching jacket. Sometimes they'll also wear the traditional split-toe, canvas boots. They also seem to take hard hat wearing very seriously -- I've never seen anyone even remotely associated with a work site, such as street crossing guards, not wear a proper helmet.

So that's what I've noticed about Japanese construction sites. Now it's time to really go to bed. I think the jack-hammer guy must be taking a smoke break because I can't hear him anymore. However, he'll be back soon. He always is.

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04.06.03

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Just a quick update for you today.

Tomorrow I'm going back to Japanese language school after a two week hiatus. I had so many plans for my holiday, so many chores I was going to complete, but somehow I managed to get practically nothing done. Sometimes I just don't know where the time goes.

Today's pictures are from Kanayama Shrine in Kawasaki. We went there today because there was a fertility festival where they parade giant phalli through the streets, unfortunately we got there too late and missed the parade. So, I guess you're just stuck with some pictures of the pagoda. Yaawwwn ... I know.

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I wish I had gone to this parade instead -- happy birthday Astro Boy.
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04.03.03

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You may have read here earlier that I took a new part-time job conducting Christian weddings on the weekends. This past Sunday I did my first wedding. Here's how it went.

The ceremony, as is typical, took place in a hotel chapel. The hotel was in Omori, which, if you know Tokyo at all, is close to Kawasaki -- not exactly the nicest part of town. The hotel was nothing fancy, but the chapel, a separate little structure abutting the main building, was quite well kept up. It had a cast iron bell out front, ten rows of pews, a raised stage, an organ, and, of course, a big cross up on the wall behind the podium.

I wasn't there alone. With me were two choirgirls and an organist, all of us from the same wedding company. The choirgirls do all the real work -- they usually have years of experience with these weddings, and because they're native Japanese speakers, they're the ones who give the bulk of the ceremony instructions to the couple during the rehearsal.

The entire event lasts for about 30 minutes, and that's including the 10 minutes for the rehearsal which takes place just before the real ceremony. So, that means the actual ceremony is only about 20 minutes long.

This is how it all proceeded.

As arranged, I met with the choir members in front of the hotel one hour before the wedding was due to begin. Using the servant's entrance, we went to the front desk, picked up a room key that was waiting for us, took the elevator up to room 305, and changed into our vestments. When we all had our robes and stoles on we went down to the chapel together and were greeted by the hotel representative, a young guy in a tuxedo who smiled broadly but seemed exceedingly bored.

I stood up on the stage behind the podium and after a few moments the couple was brought out in front of me. They were young. The groom was in his early twenties, had his hair dyed brown and was wearing a grey tuxedo with tails. The bride was pretty and had on the full white gown with lacey veil and billowing skirt. I congratulated them, told them my name, and then checked the pronunciation of their names. Then, with the choirgirls doing most of the talking, we all quickly walked through the steps of the ceremony.

When we were done, the couple was lead out, and a few minutes later the guests started to file in and take their seats. The left side of the chapel was for the bride's friends and family and the right side for the groom's. The groom had a lot of his buddies there, they all looked kind of rough and awkward in their rented tuxedos. Conversely, the bride had a lot of young girl friends there in beautiful long flowing dresses. Both the mother of the bride and the mother of the groom were wearing formal kimono. The groom's sister was dressed in a beautiful bright orange kimono embroidered with scenes of cranes and willow trees on a riverbank.

As I looked around at all the guests I really started to get nervous. All of a sudden, my mouth felt as dry as an Iraqi sandstorm.

The bored-looking hotel man, standing at the opposite side of the hall by the main door, gave me a nod and that was my queue to begin the ceremony.

In both English and Japanese I greeted the guests, told them my name, and then asked them all to stand up and to look towards the door to watch the bride's entrance.

The doors opened, and there, framed by the sunlight, was the young bride holding the arm of her father. The organist began playing: DUM DUM DA DUM, DUM DUM DA DUM..., and they began to walk towards me. A rush of excitement came up from the pit of my stomach and stuck in my throat. I couldn't stop smiling at the thought of where I was and what I was doing. The bride was radiant in her contained, smiling, nervousness. About three-quarters of the way down the aisle, the groom stepped out and bowed deeply to the father, who then handed the bride to the groom. In a few more steps they were both standing right in front of me, all wide-eyed, sweaty, and nervous.

The organist stopped, and all of a sudden all eyes were on me. I swallowed hard, looked down at my script and said: "Sanbika 312 o sanbi shimasu (we will now sing hymn number 312)". Everyone immediately started grumbling, I froze for a second, then, out of the corner of my eye I saw the senior choir girl gesticulating wildly with one hand: I had forgotten to tell everyone to sit down! So, with as much grace and nonchalance as I could muster, I asked everyone to sit down (mina-san osuwari kudasai), and then we all sang two verses of 'You've got a friend in Jesus' in Japanese.

When we finished singing, I announced my bible reading: "Shinyaku Seisho, daiichi korinto juusan shou wo, oyomi shimasu (Bible Reading of 1st Corinthians chapter 13). It goes, "Ai wa kanyou deari, Ai wa shinsetsu desu,...", telling about how Love is kind and not jealous.

Next, I gave my 'personal' message to the couple: "Kono ai wa, kami no ai, ataeru ai desu. Watashitachi no kekkon seikatsu ni...", and it goes on about God's love and Jesus' love, and how they should accept all of this divine love. About halfway through my message I stumbled over a few hard-to-pronounce words and a bunch of the groom's friends started to snicker and laugh. This threw my rhythm off a bit, but I just kept on going.

Then came the exchange of vows: "Seiyaku wo onegai shimasu". I felt a lot of pressure for this part because I had to have it completely memorized. It went well. As is usual in Japanese grammar, the question word is at the end of the sentence (chikaimasu ka?), and the bride and groom, instead of saying 'I do', say 'Hai. Chikaimasu'.

Next came the exchange of rings. I had the rings beside me on a little white, heart-shaped cushion edged in lace. I picked up the smallest ring, held it up in the air like I was saying a quick prayer, and handed it to the groom. Then, I did the same thing for the bride. In his nervousness, the groom then went to lift up the bride's veil to give her a kiss. The choir members nearly jumped out of their seats, but I stopped him in time and quietly told him "not yet", however, people still noticed his mistake and he had to endure the giggles and sniggers from his friends in the back pew.

The next step in the ceremony was the signing of the wedding certificate. This was kept in a small blue velvet booklet and placed on a stand to the left of the podium. After I took the groom's gloves and a choir member took the bride's bouquet, we all stepped up to the certificate and I watched the couple sign. I had presigned it before the ceremony.

We returned to our original places, I asked the couple to put their hands on the Bible, then I raised my hands in the air and said the one and only English prayer of the entire ceremony: "Heavenly Father, please send your blessing upon this man and this woman whom we bless in your name, so these persons may keep their vow and remain in perfect love and peace together. We ask you in Jesus Christ. Amen!"

After they took their hands off the Bible, I again put my hands in the air and did the prouncement: "Ofutari wa, kami to minasan to no mae de,...(I now pronounce you man and wife).

I told them they could now do their wedding kiss. The bride, as she was instructed, then did a slow and graceful kind of curtsey and the groom lifted her veil. He then gave her a light kiss on the lips.

I shouted out "Ometedou gozaimasu (congratulations)".

The ceremony was now winding down. I asked everyone to stand up again and then we all sang another hymn. After the hymn I once again raised my arms in the air and this time I did a benediction.

Finally, I told the couple to turn around and to commence their recessional. As they slowly marched out I began to clap loudly and everyone else followed suit. In a few moments they were out the door, and then I told everyone to sit down and then thanked them for coming.


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