This? Oh. Leftover Akihabara picture from yesterday. Yes, there is an actual person dressed like that. I don't think he was even paid to do that. Hah.I woke up early today, with the goal of "getting shit done." I've been rather productive so far in Tokyo. Just wait till school starts/lethargy sets in. Today's agenda was to find the school, and purchase my books. I got up around 9, showered, ect. Despite General Zod contacting PNC, who gave their assurance that my ATM card would work, the local ATM's continue to thwart me. Tomorrow the Post Office will be open and I will get proper cash. Anyways, I hung out at the house online for a while. Talked to Kate ( :) ) and figured out certain eepministrative things (it's a word. I said it). Finally, I got off my tuchus (hi! yiddish!), and headed out the door.
Toshima is a very convenient area to live in. The Oji station is about 8-10 minutes away from my house on foot. It's right next to the JR station. On the way is said post office which I will be hitting up tomorrow. In the station, there is a tunnel which leads to the previously mentioned Meiji like area that leads to the ward office.
Getting to Mita hall, home of Temple Law's Japan branch was quite the trip today. The ride on the Nambuko line was fine. The Tokyo metro is great. It's clean, speedy, and efficient. Nambuko is cool because it's fully automated, and unlike US fully automated, it actually works. I'll take some pictures before I leave. Again, with the convenience, I take the line to the Shirokane-Takanawa station in Minato. Getting there was the problem. I misread the instructions to go right, rather than follow the street on the right...so I first went on the wrong road, but I found a different Temple building. More interestingly, I found a Kosher place and got a card from a nice Brooklyn dude re: a local Chabad house. The card worries me a bit though. It says "Long live our master, our teacher, our Rebbe, King Moshiach forever and ever." The Chabad are generally really good people. However, I think calling the late Rebbe the Moschiach is a bit...far. I don't want to rain on their parade, but I won't join in with beliefs I don't hold true. No matter what they believe in, a bottom line with them is they are generally good for other Jews to go to as they don't take steps to ever make you feel bad about whatever you do. I think that serves as a key difference between them and most cults I'm aware of. Cults tend to break people down, attacking their belief structure. In my interactions with the Chabad, they have NEVER done that or even tried to do that. They live up to their philosophy of loving other Jews regardless of background. They don't divide/categorize people, and that's why I always dug them at Rutgers. That and chocolate-orange schnapps. But this is a severe tangent.
Eventually, I found my way to Mita Hall, purchased my books, talked to some of the professors, and found my way to my locker. I threw a few books in their, purchased a Vitamin Water from the vending machine (oy! The Vitamin Waters are cheaper in the Law School vending machines than they are outside the school, but you can't beat the value from Lawson's 100Yen), and hit the streets. All the walking around caused me to work up quite the hunger attack! Near the station, I found an open (Today was Seijin Shiki or coming of age day, so a lot of things were closed) Sushi stand. Believe it or not, the sushi comes at a great price. I think I paid only 600-700 Yen for a dish LOADED with lots of sushi. Happy eep happy eep. Oh, but it came at a price. They put the wasabi in the sushi. Oh no! So yes, I made a lot of funny noises. I hate wasabi. I need to remember how to say "please no wasabi. Please please. I don't mean to insult your sushi, but I hate wasabi!"::sigh:: Such is life. I managed to eat the fish, but the rice was infected with it. I got back on the train and headed home (picking up a delicious sweet purple bean bun on the way).
I relaxed for a few hours, and then headed out to wander. By then it was 17:30, so it was quite dark. I found a strange street off of Meiji-dori (Meiji Ave.). The street was well lit and looked like during the day it was some sorta of marketplace. It was still open, but it looked like it was winding down. the strange part was that along that road, there was music playing...elevatorlike music. Very weird. I managed to find a 99Yen store as well! Following that, I went home, and worked on an MP3 DVD for Fabian. He digs the metal too. Speaking of which, I found a decent Japanese metal band. They're called "Duel Jewel."They can actually do metal pretty fucking well.
Around 10, I headed out to Lawson's to pick up a cheap dinner to help me work (hah! still haven't done that). Hana was also going so we went together. Her Japanese is really good, and she is bearing with me. I'm starting to remember some of my Japanese thankfully.
Well, that's all for now. Tomorrow will be busy. Post office ATM, Alien Registration Card, and Narita Airport to meet Leslie. Leslie who didn't give me any flight details other than 3:50PM. Nyeh. Oyasumi!
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