Neil Hopcroft

A digital misfit


I’m moving tomorrow morning, I pick up the keys for the new flat at 11. Its in Sendagaya, halfway between Sendagaya station (and the national stadium and gymnasium(!)) and Harajuku station (and Yoyogi park). I’ll be mailing out the address when I know what it looks like when its written down in a script I can understand – I’ve got some kanji, but thats just a bunch of squiggles to me at the moment. Mail me if you think I’ve not got your email address with me and you would like to send me love letters or hate mail or something more mass produced to read.

I went to a Korean Barbeque resturant the other day. An interesting experience, where you basically get a hob in the middle of your table and a lump of raw meat (or fish, if you’re into that sort of thing) delivered to your table and you cook it yourself. It looked like it would be quite entertaining to go as a group, it was suboptimal on my own. Oh well.

I went up to Shinjuku again today, essentially to get a Smartmedia reader and a mouse, and a USB hub ‘cos theres no way they’ll all plug into the single USB socket I have on this laptop. I found the silliest mouse I could, but more on that later.
I spent most of my time there in the Times Square department store (well, I think its a department store, it might be a collection of shops not quite organised as a mall. It did have a couple of discrete units though, Tokyu Hands (creative life store) and HMV were obviously seperate places. Tokyu hands was an odd collection of DIY and crafts things, including a toys and games section which took quite a bit of my attention. Oddly most of the games stocked appeared to originate in Germany and come with Japanese rules. Also unexpected was the appearance of Cashflow amongst those stocked, though its not so surprising given Robert Kyosakis background…

The job is going OK, though its not quite what I’d hoped for – more coordinating integration of other peoples software and less writing our own. Shouldn’t be too difficult, and I’ve finally pursuaded them to let me have a go at doing something useful next week as well. I fear I may be a bit brutal for this culture when it comes to trying to get things done, we’ll have to see how it goes.

I’m currently watching a program about “One foot in the grave”, a punk band made up of old people, which is peculiar, but they sound quite cool. No idea where they’re based, but they’re speaking english, so its probably some kind of laughing at the stupid westerners program.
One of the other noticable things here is the number of programs teaching English. I keep trying to watch these hoping to pick up some of the translations the other way around but its not so easy like that.


3 comments

  1. I wonder what Victor Meldrew would make of the punks? This reminds me of my grandparents’ tales of what it was like for them when we were posted abroad; getting strange half-pictures of a world and culture you never really knew much about, and building up an even stranger image of the whole thing. And I’m confused as to why Japan sounds so much like Moscow in the mid-80s, but with much better technology! I’d guess that’s me impressing my own experiences onto your posts, trying to connect them to a world I understand.

    Anyway, enough of that – enjoy your new abode, and email me your address as soon as it makes sense! Good luck, happy housewarming, etc.

    • I saw a much more deeply disturbing view on Britishness while I was in France a couple of months back. They were doing some kind of expose on how the English are letting in asylum seekers, they were interviewing this lass from the slums of the north somewhere (I forget exactly where but it was pretty squalid…*I* know the north isn’t all like that, the French don’t) who would serially marry asylum seekers and divorce them once they’d gotten all of the paperwork they needed to stay without her. It was painting us (as a nation) in a pretty bad light.

  2. Bear in mind, also, that this is what I could figure out from the English that hadn’t been dubbed over and my fairly poor translation of that which had. So I might have completely gotten the wrong end of the stick somewhere along the way.

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