Saturday, April 28, 2007

Feeling fishy in Okinawa

Feeling fishy in Okinawa
Originally uploaded by Gunnella73.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Just me again - ooing and aaahing over reflections...

Just me again
Originally uploaded by Gunnella73.

Sunset in Inokashira park

Sunset in Inokashira park
Originally uploaded by Gunnella73.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Shibuya Reflected

Originally uploaded by Gunnella73.

Friday, April 13, 2007

The first couple of days at school

School went better than expected with people generally being very nice, paperwork seemingly taken care of and noone apparently yet having caught unto the fact that I´m sooooo very far out of my league. I manage to understand general topics and at times due to my familiarity with the material I catch the gist but actual comprehension is still a loooooong vay off.

The graduate classes are all very personal with senpais (elder students) making a point of introducing all new students before classes begin. An extremely interesting social facet to observe is on the occasions when no san nen seis (third year students) are around the ni nen seis (second year students) quickly step up, assuming an authorative role. Along with the role change there is a definite change in mannerism, authority and self assuredness.

My first sensei felt a tad out of place, it seemed like he would be more at ease in his yukata sitting in front of his rice screen on his patio on a hot summers evening.
Hair thinning, a silk ribbon holding his jacket lapel in place, sharp eagle like eyes, thick lips and a quick smile he had us wait until he finished his green tea and then commenced the class by instructing us that all should bow at both the beginning and the end of each class. From what I could gleam a definite emphasis on the older schools of folklore with numerous referneces to Malinowsky, magical thought and of course Yanaghita Kunio.

My undergraduate classes are far removed from the cultural, if a tad old fashinoned feel of the post grad classes. Classes of over 50 people, a miracle in the world of folklore, a card reader takes attendance and half the class seemes to have shown up either to chat with their friends, send text messages or to sleep. The sleeping ones making me wonder where the director of Ringu got his idea for the wet wench as when they occasionally raise their hads, eyes bewildered and a tad hostile, their faces are covered with hair. The teachers also seem less interested to be there, talking fast (a problem for me) and sans intro seemingly jumping into subjects (might though well be my inherent lack of comprehension)

One post grad class I have, felt interesting, if I got the essence of the class right it was akin to a standard first year literature class in an Icelandic highschool. He was going into how for the research essay a definite change of langaeage is required and then proceeded to, using a text for guidance (hence my comprehension) to illustrate the uses of similies and metaphors going through the text a sentence at a time.

I’ve made it thus far, and I know I’m going to continue floating but it is just so weird as well as fustrating not being even able to express my comprehension of the material or the field and just having to rely upon their graciousness and acceptance that I must have some minor brains in order to have made it so far as I bumble my way though, “my name is.., I am an Icelandic research student auditing here at Kokugakuin, how do you do”

p.s. Halldor has now duly trown silk covered rice balls at me for being too self depreceating..


Glaring in Ueno Park zoo

Glaring in Ueno zoo
Originally uploaded by Gunnella.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

The start of a (wonderful?) new adventure!

The start of a (wonderful?) new adventure!
Originally uploaded by Gunnella73.

Squish even squash, was the general feeling on the overcrowded train this morning as i mentally prepaired myself for the challenges the day held in store for me. How presumptuos ofme to cooly accept ... to be continued as post grad folklore class, all in Japanese of course, awaits this nervous, masochistic serial procrastinator~~

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Happy Easter

SmiiiilEaster in the Icelandic Wanderer houshold went well, with Icelandic Easter eggs from my dad having been brought over by Raggas parents and Danish easter baskets sent over from Denmark. Without which no easter would or could have been celebrated ;-) I'm not going to go into the whole, "Jesus having fought the bunnies, hidden in an egg to save himself which then magically ransformed into chocolate" reason for celebrating easter this way. Ignore are a couple of photos...
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08.04.07 023 Amuse...mation? Looking handsome, all sugared up on Easter mornin'