Neil Hopcroft

A digital misfit

That CD was something of a disappointment, it contained mainly recordings of the interviews in the magazine, which is about as much use to me as the squiggles in the magazine itself. Oh well, I:m going to try to find another magazine with free disk tomorrow. I will find out about the music scene here, even if I have to learn the language to do it.

Flicking through the TV channels when I couldn:t get to sleep last night I discovered a program where what appeared to be a bunch of schoolgirls dressed up in PVC police costumes and sifted through a big pile of rice on the ground. I:m not sure it would have made much more sense if I had understood the commentary.

We went out as a team for lunch today, ending up in an Indian resturant due to my dietary quirks (fish makes me ill…not a good thing in Japan, I fear)…which was an interesting experience, we were greeted by a very beturbanned Indian chap who spoke what appeared to me to be fluent Japanese, but who was obviously relieved to be able to speak English to someone.

It turns out we:re quite a multicultural team, with two Indians, an Irish guy, a Frenchman, a local and me. I did find it a little strange that I ended up leading the conversation, something that always disturbs me, especially when I:m the new boy. Still, it seems they:ve got a place for me within the team figured out.

Also popped out to view an apartment, which was small but quite well formed, with video entryphone and airconditioning. Not sure its worth a grand a month though…maybe I search a little further out.


Some more adventures in wonderland…

First day at work today… there was something disturbing about turning up at the reception desk and everyone going “Oh, you’re Neil”. Oh well, it seems they were expecting me at least.

Loads of boring work-y stuff, which I can:t really go into…seems they need someone like me though. They:re earlier in their project than I had expected, which is probably a good thing :cos I can help more like that.

They]re going to help me find accomodation and sort out some other things.

On the way home I bought a random music magazine, mainly :cos it came with a free CD. I don:t understand a word of the magazine and haven:t listened to the disk yet, but the pictures look reasonably cool so I:m still hopeful.


I seem to have survived the subway system. Its not as complicated as it was made out to be – theres enough romaji around for my poor little brain to deal with navigation without having to interpret too many squiggles. The system seems quite efficient, the ticket barriers are a little disconcerting, they appear open but sense if you try to get through without a ticket and close at just the right height to make you make a fool of yourself. Descending to the platforms, there is a haunting music when there is a train present, I:m sure theres more to it than that, maybe with some kind of change to let you know whether its worth running for the train, but I haven:t figured that bit out yet.

I took a run down to the new office, just so that I know where I:m going tomorrow, it seems that all the street maps are upside down to what I:d expected.

I didn:t find anywhere that would sell me power cables in Meguro either – theres not computer stores or stationers on every corner like there is back home. So I trekked onward to Shinjuku. A totally mad part of the city, theres hundreds of little windy streets around there containing all sorts of shops, mainly CD/DVD and guitar shops from what I found, but that might just have been the bit I was in. Still, I did find a four story computer shop which had power cables underneath a perfectly written English sign for firewire extender leads. I:m now powered again – at last I no longer need to entertain myself in the netcafe or subject myself to CNN or bizarre Japanese game shows (there was one last night which involved those cameras that disappear inside peoples guts, I hate that sort of thing so turned over quickly, but I:m pretty sure it was a game show).

I got back to the hotel to discover a message from my new company – they were apparently expecting me to start yesterday. No matter, I phoned them up and explained I didn:t get into town until Sunday and that I:d not totally recovered from the flight yet…I start there 10am tomorrow. And it sounds like they:ve got a whole string of advisors for me to meet to set up everything from accomodation to tax affairs. Which can:t be a bad thing.

And I:m getting depressingly sleepy now…

jetlag–


Picking up on some posts made by sushidog some time ago, here are some of my answers…

For a person you love deeply, would you be willing to move to a distant country, knowing there would be little chance of seeing your friends again?

I don:t think I would love the kind of people who would ask me to do that.

Do you believe in ghosts or evil spirits? Would you be wiling to spend a night alone in a remote house that is supposedly haunted?

Theres something to it, but I think haunting is more in the heads of those haunted than in the location they:re in…I:d have no problem staying in a haunted house, though I doubt I:d end up sleeping much.

If you could spend one year in perfect happiness, but afterward remember nothing of the experience, would you do so? If not, why not?

These kinds of questions are a bit hypothetical – whats the point of happiness if you don:t have some happy memories to go with it? Besides, happiness is more about what you make of a situation than anything else – you cannot have happiness without some sadness to contrast.

If a new medecine were developed which would cure arthritis but cause a fatal reaction in 1 percent of those who took it, would you want it released to the public?

Yes, as long as the information about its fatality rates was public and told to those concerned.

If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven’t you told them yet?

I can:t say that here, they might be reading… but they:ve not been told because the time hasn:t been right.

You discover your wonderful one-year-old child is, because of a mix-up at the hospital, not yours. Would you want to exchange the child to correct the mistake?

Theres no point trying to correct such a mistake, the upset of change would cause more problems than it would solve, there:d be an emotional attachment by that point which would have to be regenerated with the real child.


Maybe thinking the jetlag was over was a little ambitious, I:ve just woken up after falling asleep at 3pm.

I went for a wander around this morning, it seems this district is something like our very own Docklands, with a similar set of over grandised office/coffee shop atria. I:ve found a couple of MacDonalds within easy reach of here so theres no way I:m going to starve. Well, not yet anyway. I failed to get any power cables though, so another night without computerised entertainment (baring this net cafe).

Each of the resturants seems to have a little plastic model of each of its dishes either on a table outside or in a window display. There are some which appear to have real food rather than plastic models, I:m assuming they:re the posh ones. I can:t work out if its a good thing or a bad thing, but I:m sure it:ll be handy when I get a bit more adventurous with eating here.

The revolving doors on the front of the hotel are strange too. Mainly because they:re not actually revolving doors, they just look like they should be, they:re round and have that revolving door feel to them, but they:re actually a pair of sets of sliding doors.

Todays second breakfast was a pizza at the 24 hours spagetti and pizza place at the front of the hotel. There was nothing remarkable about the pizza itself, but the garlic potato starter was an odd cross between chips and roast potatoes and was almost entirely devoid of garlic.

And tomorrow I:ll explore the subway system. Wish me luck.


Tokyo tomorrow

After weeks of ‘preparation’ (which has mainly involved procrastination) I’m flying to Japan tomorrow (1pm, Heathrow). Hopefully I’ve got most of the paperwork ready and the information I need to find both the hotel and the office when I get there.

I’ll still be available on my normal email address, though my responsiveness will not be so good until I’m settled with a net connection. Mobile phone will not function while I’m in Japan, but will work when I roam to sensible places.

If you would like to receive postcards describing minutia of my culture shock make sure I’ve got your snail mail address.

For the meantime, sayonara. I’ll be back online as soon as possible.


A final meme

Erm…

neil
v. to relax with one’s vehicle.
“Shana, I really need to neil.”

neilh
adj. more pretty than usual.
“I need a neilh piece of jewelry, and I need it now, Shana.”

hopcroft
v. to think about shoes with boys.
“Are you trying to hopcroft, boy?”

ndh
n. boys, often dangerous.
“Hey, Kelly, can you hook me up with some ndh?”