Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Seattle view of the world
Here's the living-room view from the corporate apt where we'll stay for a week until we can move back to our house. A pretty cool - and cloudy - view of the Space Needle and (on the right) the Frank Gehry-designed Experience Music Project museum owned by billionaire Paul Allen.
A smooth first morning here. In past years, the children have awakened at 4 a.m. after Tokyo flights, but Lucinda is still asleep at 8:30am after 10 1/2 hours, and Arno and Blaine are napping after waking up earlier. Today we'll arrange some basics, buy cell phones and groceries, go to Ikea and Target. Later this week, we'll test-drive a Prius after 3 carless years.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Last full day
Well, it's come down to the final 36 hours in Tokyo. Blogger tells me that I've previously written 500 posts (!!) on Jessica in Tokyo, and this is #501.
Great news is that the foggy image on my camera's LED screen mysteriously cleared while I took last photos of our pyramid house in Nishi-Azabu. Unfortunate news is that we packed the USB thingy that I need to download the shots into my computer -- so no pix today.
As always, some novelties to contemplate. Instead of lugging 4 enormous suitcases to our hotel tonite and then to the airport, we hired the Yamato "Black Cat" delivery service to takkyubin our bags directly to Narita Airport. Black Cat (or Kuroneko in Japanese) trucks are ubiquitous in Japan, and friends routinely use it to ship skis and bags directly to resorts in Hokkaido ahead of time -- that is, no schlepping skis, etc., on the shinkansen! Anyway, it's fantastic for us. For $80, we can pick up our bags at Narita's Terminal 1 two hours before our flight.
With a few hours to go, we're taking a family ice cream break at Cold Stone Creamery in Roppongi Hills.
Great news is that the foggy image on my camera's LED screen mysteriously cleared while I took last photos of our pyramid house in Nishi-Azabu. Unfortunate news is that we packed the USB thingy that I need to download the shots into my computer -- so no pix today.
As always, some novelties to contemplate. Instead of lugging 4 enormous suitcases to our hotel tonite and then to the airport, we hired the Yamato "Black Cat" delivery service to takkyubin our bags directly to Narita Airport. Black Cat (or Kuroneko in Japanese) trucks are ubiquitous in Japan, and friends routinely use it to ship skis and bags directly to resorts in Hokkaido ahead of time -- that is, no schlepping skis, etc., on the shinkansen! Anyway, it's fantastic for us. For $80, we can pick up our bags at Narita's Terminal 1 two hours before our flight.
With a few hours to go, we're taking a family ice cream break at Cold Stone Creamery in Roppongi Hills.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Packing up
The movers have finished 1 of 3 days packing and our house is more than half empty. Dining table and chairs, books, most big furniture and all of my clothes and shoes are gone. Today: children's rooms, rugs, odds and ends.
But there's always something new to learn: the US doesn't allow us to "import" foods unless we personally carry them in -- which means we have to leave jars of Bonne Maman strawberry jam and Costco peanut butter that I bought in Japan and several boxes of American cereal (our only direct Tokyo import, from Expat Express) or fill a suitcase. Kinda weird. I mean, these are US products, so why can't I return with them?
The moving process in Japan is different than in the US. Because Tokyo has small streets, the company fills a series of smaller trucks outside our house and empties them elsewhere into a shipping container. Also, the workers take off/put on their slip-on shoes in the entry hall every time they walk thru the front door, which is quite a trick when they're also carrying a piano or a dresser! When we moved in, they did this in heavy rain, an added degree of difficulty.
And during scheduled rests, a few workers take cat naps in the shade of our garage. In Tokyo, people grab sleep wherever they can: commuters on trains and buses, taxi drivers on their reclined seats by the side of the road, customers sitting at Starbucks tables and, it seems, workers on flat packing boxes on top of concrete.
But there's always something new to learn: the US doesn't allow us to "import" foods unless we personally carry them in -- which means we have to leave jars of Bonne Maman strawberry jam and Costco peanut butter that I bought in Japan and several boxes of American cereal (our only direct Tokyo import, from Expat Express) or fill a suitcase. Kinda weird. I mean, these are US products, so why can't I return with them?
The moving process in Japan is different than in the US. Because Tokyo has small streets, the company fills a series of smaller trucks outside our house and empties them elsewhere into a shipping container. Also, the workers take off/put on their slip-on shoes in the entry hall every time they walk thru the front door, which is quite a trick when they're also carrying a piano or a dresser! When we moved in, they did this in heavy rain, an added degree of difficulty.
And during scheduled rests, a few workers take cat naps in the shade of our garage. In Tokyo, people grab sleep wherever they can: commuters on trains and buses, taxi drivers on their reclined seats by the side of the road, customers sitting at Starbucks tables and, it seems, workers on flat packing boxes on top of concrete.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Groceries
7 days to go until our departure, and I'm cleaning and throwing stuff away like crazy. What's in our pantry? Flour, sugar, brown sugar, baking soda... chocolate chips!
So we've just made a last batch of cookies in our lame French oven -- perfect timing for Arno's sayonara playdate this afternoon.
So we've just made a last batch of cookies in our lame French oven -- perfect timing for Arno's sayonara playdate this afternoon.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Blaine's travels
As Blaine finishes a 34-year career in newspaper journalism for the WashPost and NYT, I want to mark the occasion with a list of the countries stamped into his passports.
He was a foreign correspondent in Africa, Eastern Europe and Asia for the WashPost, made some trips for the NYT, and has taken a few vacations here and there.
So, the list:
USA (including stories from all 50 states and Guam)
Canada
UK
France
Italy
Portugal
Germany
Denmark
Ireland
Norway
Sweden
Switzerland
Austria
Poland
Hungary
Russia
Bulgaria
Romania
Czechoslovakia (before the split)
Yugoslavia (before the split)
Serbia
Croatia
Bosnia
Slovenia
Macedonia
Montenegro
Kosovo
Albania
Greece
Turkey
Iraq
Azerbajan
Ethiopia
Eritrea
Somalia
Kenya
Uganda
Rwanda
Tanzania
Burundi
Congo
Zambia
Sudan
Mozambique
Mauritius
Zimbabwe
Botswana
South Africa
Angola
Ghana
Liberia
Nigeria
Ivory Coast
Jamaica
Bahamas
Bermuda
Philippines
Indonesia
Singapore
Japan
North Korea
South Korea
China
Taiwan
Thailand
Australia
Burma
67 countries! Wow.
He was a foreign correspondent in Africa, Eastern Europe and Asia for the WashPost, made some trips for the NYT, and has taken a few vacations here and there.
So, the list:
USA (including stories from all 50 states and Guam)
Canada
UK
France
Italy
Portugal
Germany
Denmark
Ireland
Norway
Sweden
Switzerland
Austria
Poland
Hungary
Russia
Bulgaria
Romania
Czechoslovakia (before the split)
Yugoslavia (before the split)
Serbia
Croatia
Bosnia
Slovenia
Macedonia
Montenegro
Kosovo
Albania
Greece
Turkey
Iraq
Azerbajan
Ethiopia
Eritrea
Somalia
Kenya
Uganda
Rwanda
Tanzania
Burundi
Congo
Zambia
Sudan
Mozambique
Mauritius
Zimbabwe
Botswana
South Africa
Angola
Ghana
Liberia
Nigeria
Ivory Coast
Jamaica
Bahamas
Bermuda
Philippines
Indonesia
Singapore
Japan
North Korea
South Korea
China
Taiwan
Thailand
Australia
Burma
67 countries! Wow.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Back to the U.S.
It's official: we're leaving Tokyo and moving back to Seattle on June 29. We've had a terrific 3 years here -- an excellent family adventure, with great friends, schools and restaurants! -- and it's time to return to "normal" life with a car, backyard and wild salmon on the bbq.
Next projects: Blaine is leaving The Washington Post and will write his third book, "Escape from Camp 14," about a young man who was born in the North Korean gulag and escaped when he was in his early 20s. I'll start looking for work. And Lucinda and Arno will join the ranks at the Seattle public schools.
I've been lax about posting on this blog in recent months, after (1) my computer broke, (2) my camera broke, and (3) as I've been more focused on trying to get a job that would keep us in Japan. (Despite best efforts -- and a lot of support and help from friends -- my job prospects here did not pan out.)
I'll try to post some photos, at least, of some of the sights we've seen in Asia that didn't see daylight yet. Thanks for reading my blog!
Next projects: Blaine is leaving The Washington Post and will write his third book, "Escape from Camp 14," about a young man who was born in the North Korean gulag and escaped when he was in his early 20s. I'll start looking for work. And Lucinda and Arno will join the ranks at the Seattle public schools.
I've been lax about posting on this blog in recent months, after (1) my computer broke, (2) my camera broke, and (3) as I've been more focused on trying to get a job that would keep us in Japan. (Despite best efforts -- and a lot of support and help from friends -- my job prospects here did not pan out.)
I'll try to post some photos, at least, of some of the sights we've seen in Asia that didn't see daylight yet. Thanks for reading my blog!
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Everyday Japan
On my way back from the grocery store this afternoon, as I chugged up the hill on my 24-gear bicycle with 4 liters of milk, boxes of blueberries and strawberries, and 1/8 of a watermelon, a young Japanese woman effortlessly passed me on her old one-speed bicycle.
Her left hand, which guided the handlebars, grasped a plastic iced frappuccino cup from Starbucks. She was looking at her right hand, where she scrolled and typed on her iPhone.
Her left hand, which guided the handlebars, grasped a plastic iced frappuccino cup from Starbucks. She was looking at her right hand, where she scrolled and typed on her iPhone.
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