Japanese Studying Japanese

March 23, 2017

Dear Virtual Diary,

Thought that I should take some time and talk about my latest findings with my work in studying Japanese.

In regards to speaking…

I have certainly improved over the last seven months and no matter how much I beat myself up about having to know more I know it will just take time and effort to learn more. I think the most difficult task right now is building the muscle memory in my mouth. Often times, when speaking Japanese, I stop or stutter suddenly because my brain has to process what type of pronunciation my mouth must do. Simple way of overcoming this challenge is more practice in speaking Japanese and practicing pronounciation.

In regards to listening…

This is probably the one area that I have improved and made the most headway. It helps that when I leave my house, Japanese is all I hear. Lately, when I hear Japanese I can piece together the topic of discussion. The lack of vocabulary is probably my biggest weakness but I know enough to catch certain phrases here and there and piece them and conjecture some kind of judgement on what is being said.

In regards to writing…

Hiragana and Katakana are all easy to write with no trouble. I plan on attacking Kanji very soon. We will see how that goes. I have been also meaning to pick up a book for practicing Japanese writing. This will help ensure that my current writing skills does not decay.

In regards to reading…

Reading hiragana and katakana are easy enough but the Kanji remains to be the most difficult challenge in the language. My constant reading of Japanese is no doubt helping. I think writing the Kanji out will also help with reading as well. I heard a Japanese teach once say, in regards to studying Kanji, that it was better to learn Kanji by learning vocabulary rather than solely focusing on each Kanji’s On yomi Kun yomi. When reading Shinya Tokkyu I write out any Kanji I do not understand, which is probably 90% of them and this helps with my memorization of Kanji. Many of the Kanjis I write down are often seen multiple times.

Reading Material Lately:

I have been reading a lot about Donald Keene. He is an American author who is mostly know for translating many of Matsuo Basho’s poetry into English. Matsuo Basho is probably the Shakespeare of Japan only instead of plays it’s  Haiku poetry. Keene basically devoted his life to Japanese studies, whether it be the language, literature or history. He has been an inspiration for me as of late as if I can even accomplish a fraction of what he has, before I leave this earth, then I shall leave in peace.

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Audio Version:

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Look at the photo above.

I remember staring at the photo for moments on end.

Then it hit me.

Funny enough what hit me was a lyric from a Joe Budden song.

I can’t remember the exact song title, but the lyric is…“Why fit in when you’re a stand out?”

It fits the photo perfectly, no?

The photo was taken on the morning of December 7th, 2014 in the small rural city titled Miyakonojo, Miyazaki. I haven’t exactly done any research, nor do I have any confirmation, but I think it’s safe to assume that there wasn’t exactly a bunch of 6’2 black guys running around this Japanese city with just over 160,000 people.

I stayed with a family that lives on a Cow Farm…Yes Cows…(ウしののうじょう)

The particulars of how this came to be will be written in separate journal entries and I reckon I will share them…eventually.

But for now this entry primarily focuses on the photo itself.

Please glance at it again…Do it, I’m not that ugly!

It’s interesting when you return home after a trip, no? Memories of adventure fade and fold into apparitions of the past to the point we question        whether they occurred at all. A return to familiar surroundings, that were not so recognizable when landing, also marks the return of that fervid emotion to once again fit in to our habitat. A quick glance over our shoulder; we see the gates steadily closing, the ascending fences as we think to ourselves “This will not be the last time, I will leave once again”. Return to the cyclone of regularity, routine and regiment. Transforming our apprehension, the beautiful withers and peels as perceptions distort. The eternal struggle, evading the mundane takes a toll. Stay woke…

How can anyone explain what is going on, in the photo? What possible explanation explains the photo entirely? Does that explanation make sense?

The photo could easily be a candidate for the “one of these things don’t belong” game. It is clear that I don’t belong, racially speaking that is. Calling me a sore thumb wouldn’t be enough to describe the awkwardness of my presence in the photo.

But it is cool, no? To be, or rather to exist where you shouldn’t. When I say “shouldn’t”, I refer to the normative social boundaries of our lives. They are spheres, bubbles, and we inhabit them, and it is safe.

Escaping the realm of North America and with it the entirety of endless race debates, protests and censuring of any and every single demographic living in the vicinity, I found a piece of peace for my conscious to feast. For the first time in 365 days (my first trip abroad), I could hear my thoughts, my own thoughts not CNN’s, my family’s, friends’, classmates’, co-workers’ or idiot strangers’ in the elevator discussing the Eric Garner case with politically correct etiquette, which for the record, is like eating chicken wings with a knife and fork. You will get to some of the meat and keep yourself clean, but to ensure all the meat is devoured you need to get your hands and mouth dirty.

Nevertheless out of range of these echoes I finally only…Heard

ME.

Outside the fences we roam free from insecurities and fears, and with each triumph gather a grain of confidence. Pile enough dust and it will turn into a mountain and we have patience to learn, listen and when required indulge.

Billie Holiday serenades me on gliding trains traversing across pastoral countrysides to uncharted territory, both geographical and spiritual.

Look at the photo once more, go on I will wait…

Notice my hands and mouth are dirty, I am beautiful, no?

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Hiragana!!!

Hiragana!!!

Ok here we go….My first attempt at writing Hiragana on the internet.  I only know a few words, let’s see how much I write.

か = Ka (Mosquito)

いたい = itai (Ouch)

あたま = atama (head)

しお = Shio (salt)

あか = aka (red)

おいし= oishi (Delicious)

I think most of those are right!  I’m on my way!