<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21341005</id><updated>2011-11-15T10:55:37.865+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Not?</title><subtitle type='html'>The following attempts to chronicle the wonderful and blessed life I have been given by God to live and work in Japan.  I am an elementary school English teacher and here is what it is all about...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057112093617521655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21341005.post-115304256371301980</id><published>2006-07-16T18:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:36:03.723+09:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/DSC00297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/DSC00297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; APRIL 2006 &lt;p&gt;In the heart of spring, just as the weather is beginning to warm up, Japan blossoms with its most beautiful week. The cherry blossoms, called Sakura, come in full force but only last for about a week before the white flowers fall creating a gorgeous snowfall of sorts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/DSC00328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/DSC00328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MAY 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its called Golden Week and it is alot like Spring Break in America. The kids have a few days off of school and the local crowd of Americans decided to drive a few hours north to a town called Iwaki which is famous for its scenery and a well known waterfall hike.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/DSC00329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/DSC00329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/sumo%20and%20car%20crash%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/sumo%20and%20car%20crash%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JUNE 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its sumo wrestling time at my school.  Apparently we are the only elementary school in Mito that gets to have a sumo tournament and I am so glad we do.  The kids are hilarious and the way some of them wrestle just cracks me up.  I have some good video of it too but unfortunately cant add it to this site.  These two kids are both in second grade and they are really going at it in the real-life sumo ring we have out in the play yard behind the school.  It was great fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21341005-115304256371301980?l=calebholsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/feeds/115304256371301980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21341005&amp;postID=115304256371301980' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/115304256371301980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/115304256371301980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/2006/07/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057112093617521655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21341005.post-114787197994198862</id><published>2006-05-17T22:15:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:19:39.956+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>The invention of the video camera was a wonderful thing for many reasons.  One such reason is that we now have ESPN and instant replay which has enabled us to watch incredible sports feats over and over again on the end-of-the-day highlight reel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame ESPN hasn't been taping the playground at my school because I often see unrepeatable occurrences while I am playing sports with my kids during break time.  For example, last year I saw a kid execute an unassisted triple play in hand baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As great as that was it pales in comparison to the dynamic, multi-part fluke I was a part of on the soccer field today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with me playing goalie as usual when one of the more talented kids decided to take a shot at me from long range.  Through the mass of people standing in front of me and blocking my vision, I only caught a small glimpse of the ball as it approached.  Luckily for me it was too high and it sailed just above the cross bar missing the goal.  Relieved, I turned my attention to the kids behind the goal who were playing basketball to yell "Look out!" as our soccer ball was in bound.  It was at that exact moment that the planets in outer space aligned and I saw the beginnings of what would turn out to be some amazing events unfold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the soccer ball, still in the air, struck the framing of the basketball goal and began bouncing around amidst the different support beams.  After banging 3 or 4 times, it came squirting back out in the same direction it went in and right back towards me.  The ball then nicked the top goal cross bar sending it flying high into the air out over the players in my game.  Oddly enough, it went straight back to the same kid who took the first shot and he proceeded to tee off on it again and launched his second scorching shot straight at me.  Now keep in mind that at this point, the ball still hasn't touched the ground but by sheer blind luck I stick my foot out and block the shot only to see it ricochet off of me and smash a nearby kid square in the face.  He immediately goes down for the count but courtesy of his mouth and nose region, the ball (which I am beginning to think is possessed) one again regains life and flies through the air above everyone's head to the other side of the goal where an anxious shooter rips another shot into my blind side.  I turn just in time to see the ball slam into my calf muscle sending me to the dirt wincing in pain and the ball (yep you guessed it) back into the air downfield near where the original shot took place.  Sure enough there waits our hero who started all of this mayhem and he, frustrated at his failing attempts to score, now kicks the ball and sends his THIRD shot goal-bound.  With me on the ground a few of the other kids have stepped in to play temporary goalie with the intent of using their backsides as blockers.  One of these new goalies was kind enough to block the shot for me using the back of his head which in turn sent him prostrate to the ground seeing stars.  As you can undoubtedly guess, this latest player casualty once again sends the ball flying high in the air back to our little hero who takes his FOURTH and final shot.  This time the ball, over a graveyard of wounded, finds the back of the net for a goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality the events described here only took about 15 seconds but as I watched that ball fly through the air never touching the ground it felt like an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the smoke cleared there were 6 people laying on the ground (3 as a result of severe injuries and 3 as a result of gut-busting laughter), one shooter celebrating a well deserved goal, and me trying to comprehend what just happened and how I could turn it into a story for this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21341005-114787197994198862?l=calebholsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/feeds/114787197994198862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21341005&amp;postID=114787197994198862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/114787197994198862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/114787197994198862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow_17.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057112093617521655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21341005.post-114735891515439687</id><published>2006-05-11T23:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:48:38.956+09:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKE 2</title><content type='html'>The new school year here in Japan is in full swing and has been for the a month but not before we had an elaborate graduation ceremony to send off last years 6th graders the last week in March. The kids all dress up nice and the school gym is filled with family and friends. I was decked out in a black suit with a white shirt and a white tie which is the typical attire for a happy event in Japan like a graduation or wedding. Conversely black ties are only supposed to be worn for funerals or somber occasions.&lt;br /&gt;So there I was in the gym sitting with all of my co-workers trying to pretend none of my students family members were staring at me (even though they were, its just a part of life here) when the time for the ceremony to start arrives. With the band roaring the graduating students began one by one entering the gym through a special decorated door and bowing to the crowd before proceeding to their seat at the front. Each class was lead by its homeroom teacher who is wearing a kimono appropriate for extremely formal occasions. They looked rather uncomfortable to me and its seems like it is hard to walk, but thats just how they do it here. Down below is some pictures of those teachers in their kimonos and also some good shots of some of my kids, both the ones who graduated and some of the younger ones who are still around that I see everyday. I even included a shot of the cutest girl in all of Japan and I am thinking about trying to find some way to market her for TV commercials because she is a gold mine of cuteness. See if you can tell which girl I am talking about. (Hint: she is a very small 2nd grader) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/kids%20and%20school%20012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/kids%20and%20school%20012.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/kids%20and%20school%20013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/kids%20and%20school%20011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/kids%20and%20school%20011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/kids%20and%20school%20015.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/kids%20and%20school%20015.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21341005-114735891515439687?l=calebholsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/feeds/114735891515439687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21341005&amp;postID=114735891515439687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/114735891515439687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/114735891515439687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/2006/05/take-2.html' title='TAKE 2'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057112093617521655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21341005.post-114735655636346763</id><published>2006-05-11T23:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:09:16.543+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/320/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I must constantly sort through gobs and heaps of fan email that I receive from readers of my blog. Lately the subject line of most of those emails have been variations of "Are you still alive?" and occasionally they add, "because you still owe me money."&lt;br /&gt;Well I picked up on this subtle hint and realized its time I get serious about this blog again. The nice thing for you the reader is that I have been saving many great posts and pictures to accompany them, I just haven't taken the time to add them to the site yet. So if you still check back here today is your lucky day. And as a little teaser to the up and coming posts here is a great shot of me with my roommate Johanssen. He is the best kind of roommate to have and he hardly ever speaks or makes me clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21341005-114735655636346763?l=calebholsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/feeds/114735655636346763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21341005&amp;postID=114735655636346763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/114735655636346763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/114735655636346763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/2006/05/yes-im-alive_11.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m alive'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057112093617521655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21341005.post-114321168753410733</id><published>2006-03-24T23:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:48:10.966+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Here try some dirt...</title><content type='html'>The city I live in is somewhat famous for making a very strange Japanese food called Natto. I am not even sure what it is because everytime someone explains it to me I just send my mind off to the tropical paradises of the Bahamas and nod and smile until they are done talking. Japanese people however, love the stuff. I tried it once and would liken the taste to eating the sole of your shoe after you walked through out-dated peanut butter. Its sticky, smelly, and foul as far as I am concerned which is what made the recent Natto eating contest such an attraction for us foreigners. 2 of our own people participated in the contest and there were many more there for cheering, clapping, and causing a general rukus which is what us foreigners do best in this country. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/kids%20and%20school%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/kids%20and%20school%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition was held at the beautiful Senba Lake park in the shadow of the City's founding father.  His statue is about 15 feet tall here at the park but there are countless other statues of him scattered all over town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/kids%20and%20school%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/kids%20and%20school%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the foreigner's heat preparing for their race against the clock.  The group of 5 included 1. one girl from Thailand, 2. a guy from England, 3. 4. Our very own American AETs, and 5. a local guy who seemed unintimidated by the foreign challengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/kids%20and%20school%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/kids%20and%20school%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/kids%20and%20school%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing behind each of the competitors is a time keeper dressed in old timey Japanese clothes that I think make them look like they are going trick or treating just as soon as they get done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/kids%20and%20school%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/kids%20and%20school%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our hopeful heroes finishing up their bowl of goo.  Not pictured here is the previous 5 competitors who are just off camera throwing up profusely and asking themselves why they even got out of bed this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21341005-114321168753410733?l=calebholsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/feeds/114321168753410733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21341005&amp;postID=114321168753410733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/114321168753410733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/114321168753410733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-try-some-dirt.html' title='Here try some dirt...'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057112093617521655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21341005.post-114321036301792813</id><published>2006-03-24T23:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:26:03.030+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/kids%20and%20school%20078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/kids%20and%20school%20078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long dreary drought of no blogs I am back in action and I know most of you can barely contain your excitement.  Let's get the boring things out of the way first like a couple more shots of my car.  Almost everyone I know asked what side the steering wheel was on so here you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/kids%20and%20school%20077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/kids%20and%20school%20077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would call it a Jeep.  What do you think?  Notice the spoiler for racing speed and the running boards in case you are having trouble making the 6 inch climb into the seat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21341005-114321036301792813?l=calebholsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/feeds/114321036301792813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21341005&amp;postID=114321036301792813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/114321036301792813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/114321036301792813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-back.html' title='I AM BACK'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057112093617521655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21341005.post-114095964196766594</id><published>2006-02-26T21:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:15:05.246+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I  remember once...</title><content type='html'>I remember once finding a car I liked and then telling the dealer that I wanted to purchase it. That was nearly 3 weeks ago. Buying a car in Japan takes a long time and thats something they don't tell you in the brochure before you ride the boat over. It was a frustrating experience but I finally have it. The government tax is renewed for another two years and the title is in my name. I present to you my new Suzuki Jimny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looks alot like an army Jeep. Unfortunately since my parking spot is between two other cars who came home early today, I wasn't able to get a good shot of it far away but here is my best attempt. Use your imagination and I will add some better pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21341005-114095964196766594?l=calebholsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/feeds/114095964196766594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21341005&amp;postID=114095964196766594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/114095964196766594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/114095964196766594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-remember-once.html' title='I  remember once...'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057112093617521655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21341005.post-114095838370057051</id><published>2006-02-26T21:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:53:03.756+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah Concert</title><content type='html'>Each year the Mito Church of Christ has a Hallelujah Concert to showcase the many talents of its members. The talents range from playing the guitar and singing your favorite American Rock song with a thick Japanese accent to Hula Hooping 3 hoops around your neck. Some might say it is a collection of Human Tricks rather than a talent show but nonetheless it makes the schedule every year in February. I was only an audience member this year and I don't have any shots of the actual acts [trust me you aren't missing much] but I did think this a good opportunity to gets some pictures of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know when church starts? No problem, just learn to read the Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this shot during worship service. We always stand to sing every song and then sit immediately after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a typical site in Japan...the entry way crowded with shoes. Most people have a pair of shoes just for church and they leave them at the building all the time. I have a pair of large sandals I bought at a Drug Store that I leave amongst the shelves and then I dump off my outdoor shoes into the large pile on the floor with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am standing at the back of the auditorium and in the background you can see the stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21341005-114095838370057051?l=calebholsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/feeds/114095838370057051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21341005&amp;postID=114095838370057051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/114095838370057051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/114095838370057051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/2006/02/hallelujah-concert.html' title='Hallelujah Concert'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057112093617521655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21341005.post-114095648167078849</id><published>2006-02-26T21:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:24:05.746+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Japan Style</title><content type='html'>If you are like most Americans you can remember at least one time where you suddenly woke up from a deep sleep, sat straight up in your bed and ask yourself "I wonder if Japanese kindergarten kids pick their nose too?" The answer is yes. Kids will be kids no matter where you go and I know this fact all too well because I have the chance to visit a Japanese kindergarten once a week. It is by far one of my favorite weekly experiences and I have to go prepared to see and hear the wildest things. I shake hands with hundreds of snot faced kids and try to explain to the little girls that saying hello in English doesn't require having your dress above your head. Its all a rather fun experience and I have enjoyed it thoroughly this past year. I recently had my last class with the kindergarten kids since the semester is quickly coming to a close. They were nice enough to give me some photos that they had taken during the year of me interacting with the kids so here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/320/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a mandatory play outside with the kids time each week. We are singing the hokey pokey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/320/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They asked if I would be Santa Claus at Christmas time and pass out gifts to all of the kids. I was happy to oblige. I must have said HO HO HO, Merry Christmas! a thousand times that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/320/New%20Car%20and%20Church%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here the kids are all dressed and ready to go home but not before they hear the English Story of the day. They don't understand but they sure do stare at the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21341005-114095648167078849?l=calebholsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/feeds/114095648167078849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21341005&amp;postID=114095648167078849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/114095648167078849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/114095648167078849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/2006/02/kindergarten-japan-style.html' title='Kindergarten Japan Style'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057112093617521655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21341005.post-113991706211255243</id><published>2006-02-14T20:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:41:30.666+09:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY NOT?</title><content type='html'>As promised WHY NOT? will be the recurring theme in this blog and sections like this one will tell a chapter of my Japan story in which I do something simply for the reason: Why Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I decided to try something that had never been attempted in the AET world before: I asked my school if they could cancel my school lunch service and allow me to bring my own lunch. The very thought of changing such an ancient traditions brings shudders to the spines of many locals. Nonetheless I asked the lunch lady representative to carry this request to the power at the front of the room. Upon receiving this news they all took a deep breath and told me they would need some time to review the matter. Now keep in mind that every student and every teacher and every administrator and every pet rabbit outside in the cage ALL eat the SAME lunch everyday. Needless to say, I may as well have asked everyone to highlight their hair pink and wear ballerina costumes to school. This issue rocked the adminstrations world to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;A few days later the top 3 people at the school decided to have a private metting to discuss my question in depth. The meeting was scheduled for 3:30 in the afternoon and as I sat in the next room like a soldier waiting to be condemned, I listened closely for any hint as to what the verdict was going to be.&lt;br /&gt;We must pause for a moment because I am reluctant to even tell you what I heard. If you are standing you might want to sit down and if you are sitting down you might want to take a sip of your favorite drink because if you die of a heart attack right here and now, I want you to at least be able to say you went out with a sweet taste in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[Get ready...]&lt;br /&gt;Screeching from the meeting room I heard sounds of women in labor and pigs being slaughtered. If I were to repeat the sounds I heard you would certainly flee in horror. I am pretty sure I even felt an earth quake while the jury was out deliberating.&lt;br /&gt;After 5 grueling minutes, the 3 heroes emerged, beaten and scarred from what was no doubt a marathon battle.&lt;br /&gt;"Caleb" they said, gasping for air, "School lunch no no, your own lunch OK."&lt;br /&gt;And that was that. [Pause here for dramatic effect]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised but grateful I began bringing a sandwich for my lunch the following day. From that point until now I have had the same conversation, word for word, with a different person each day.&lt;br /&gt;[Translated into English]&lt;br /&gt;Them: "Oh. Sandwich?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes. Sandwich."&lt;br /&gt;Them: "Delicious?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes. Delicious."&lt;br /&gt;Them: "Hmmm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation is so superficial and exactly the same each day that it is driving me crazy. I am thinking about switching back to school lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21341005-113991706211255243?l=calebholsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/feeds/113991706211255243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21341005&amp;postID=113991706211255243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/113991706211255243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/113991706211255243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-not.html' title='WHY NOT?'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057112093617521655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21341005.post-113964320104358666</id><published>2006-02-11T16:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:33:21.053+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Eating</title><content type='html'>The way I see it there are two kinds of people in this world,&lt;br /&gt;1.  those who hate chopsticks and&lt;br /&gt;2.  those who despise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fit into the second category and will profess the fork's superiority until the Lord calls me home.  Its not that chopsticks are hard to use or that I don't know how to hold them properly, its just that they have an amazing ability to turn a perfectly good meal into a grand test of patience.  In fact, the last time I had my patience tested to that degree was during the SAT where I had to endure questions like:&lt;br /&gt;Q.  If a train leaves London bound for New York City at 10:03 am and is traveling at 60 miles/hour with a 6 knot cross wind and a 4 hour time difference between the countries, how long will it take the conductor to realize trains don't float in the Atlantic Ocean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I am actually joking about some parts of that SAT Question.  The train actually left at 9:03 am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am being unfair.  Perhaps I am taking out my cultural frustrations on the chopsticks when what I am really bothered by is something entirely different.  Maybe I am still in shock about some of Japan's many fascinating attributes such as store employee's ability to stay positive and customer friendly no matter what kind of day they might be having.  Just once I would like to see some American apathy on the faces of the Japanese workers.  You know the look I am talking about.  Its the one that says "I might help you and I might not.  My girlfriend dumped me, I make minimum wage, I dropped out of high school, and I can't use chopsticks." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that isn't what happens at all.  Instead I am greeted with a smile and an encouraging "Hello, how can I help you?"  Their greeting is so friendly that I imagine they would even pay for my merchandise if I just asked.  And after they paid for it they would wrap it up in the traditional Japanese style and give you a receipt.  The Japanese never forget that receipt.  In fact if you kept every receipt you got over a month's time you would have enough to start a bon fire large enough to throw yourself into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's not get off subject here.  I like most Japanese food and have been challenged by having to re-learn how to use chopsticks to eat it.  Of course now it is second nature to me and I don't really notice but if you are planning to take up the art of eating with chopsticks please take my advice:  Have patience, endurance, and above all scoop up a bigger bite than you intend to put into your mouth because inevitably you are going to take off with more baggage than you land with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21341005-113964320104358666?l=calebholsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/feeds/113964320104358666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21341005&amp;postID=113964320104358666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/113964320104358666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/113964320104358666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/2006/02/art-of-eating.html' title='The Art of Eating'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057112093617521655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21341005.post-113914116172847908</id><published>2006-02-05T20:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T07:53:19.546+09:00</updated><title type='text'>One more time...</title><content type='html'>When you are teaching a language you have to use alot of repetition to hammer the point home. The most common phrase I say in class is ONE MORE TIME! First I will say a word and then have the students repeat it. If their pronunciation was good enough the first time I will usually get them in a loop of repeating by saying ONE MORE TIME....ONE MORE TIME....over and over again. I try and raise my voice each time I do it to get the kids more and more excited about repeating the word and by the end of it they usually are practically yelling FATHER FATHER FATHER FATHER!!! Its one of the many ways I try and take the monotony of repeating words and make it into something fun so learning English isn't too boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE TIME is also the number of times I going to ride on this merry go round called Japan. My contract extension is official and I will be able to sign on again until April of 2007. I am still not sure what school I will be at but every indication is that I will remain at the school I like and will only have to work at that one school. Having said that, here are a few more pictures from around my school. I am anxiously awaiting permission to take pictures of the kids around school so for now you have to just look at objects and places. I am pretty sure the administration will say it is OK but they have to talk everything over first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/Around%20School%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/Around%20School%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my teacher's room there are many chaotic chalk boards filled with information. Some of the chalk boards talk about the daily events while others, like the one pictured here, highlight the month's important activities. Look closely and you will notice the days are increasing from right to left. Schedules and things that are official like awards tend to read from right to left. Books and other written material is usually read from left to right and sometimes even from top to bottom. It can all be a bit complicated sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/Around%20School%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/Around%20School%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After you walk in the front door at my school this is one of the first things you see. This is a detailed map of the school with colors and all kinds of craziness happening. There are often visitors at the school who come to the teachers room because they can't figure out where they are suppose to go... I can't imagine why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/Around%20School%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/Around%20School%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a guest at the school this is where you sign in and pickup your complementary indoor shoes. These shoes are definitely not One Size Fits All and when I visit places and have to wear them it is a rather uncomfortable experience. I have to slide around with my heels hanging off the back since all of the shoes are to narrow and too small for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/Around%20School%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/Around%20School%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a different angle at the front door and you can see on the left side of the picture the boxes where all the teachers put their outdoor shoes to store during the day. I have a box amidst the group and mine is the only one with English writing on the front so it is easy to spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/Around%20School%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/Around%20School%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the thermometer that hangs in the hallway right near the Teacher's room. The needle pointing towards the left is reading 8 degrees celcius which is a little less than 50 degrees fahrenheit. Not too cold right?&lt;br /&gt;Remember this is indoors. And they say the worst is yet to come. Yee Haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/Around%20School%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/Around%20School%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Troughs like this one are scattered throughout the school in the hallways outside of the classrooms. This is where the kids brush their teeth after lunch, wash their hands after painting, and also get a drink of water if they are thirsty. If it looks a bit unsanitary it is and I am a firm believer that this piece of equipment is what passes the flu around school each year. Right now we are in the heart of flu season and it is not uncommon for 5 kids to be absent from a class of only 35.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21341005-113914116172847908?l=calebholsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/feeds/113914116172847908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21341005&amp;postID=113914116172847908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/113914116172847908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/113914116172847908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-more-time.html' title='One more time...'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057112093617521655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21341005.post-113845889939501632</id><published>2006-01-28T23:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:34:59.403+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Taste of School Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/Around%20School%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/Around%20School%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Teachers Room at my school where every faculty and staff has a desk.  This room is the central nervous system of the school and can be a bit of a zoo of chaos at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/Around%20School%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/Around%20School%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the prehistoric heaters used to warm the school in the winter time.  This particular model runs on kerosene and does a surprisingly good job of warming up the entire Teachers Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/Around%20School%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/Around%20School%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from the second floor of Building A looking down at the entrance to Building B.  All of the kids in grades 2 through 4 use this entrance each morning when they arrive at school.  I took this shot during first period one morning and all the kids had already arrived at school and escaped the blizzard raging outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/Around%20School%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the entrance I spoke of in the previous picture but from the inside.  You can see the shoe lockers where all the kids stash their outdoor shoes in exchange for their indoor shoes.  They also store their umbrellas here by the door to keep from cluttering up the already small classrooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21341005-113845889939501632?l=calebholsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/feeds/113845889939501632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21341005&amp;postID=113845889939501632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/113845889939501632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/113845889939501632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/2006/01/little-taste-of-school-life.html' title='A Little Taste of School Life'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057112093617521655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21341005.post-113841081373323216</id><published>2006-01-28T09:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T10:35:51.886+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Location Location Location</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/AT%20the%20apartment%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/AT%20the%20apartment%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the almighty scooter. It takes me where I need to go and is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very efficient in the bad Japanese traffic. Sure its a little cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;during the winter time but I wouldnt trade it for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/AT%20the%20apartment%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/AT%20the%20apartment%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my apartment building. I live in the one on the bottom right. This is the back side of the apartment building since the front side is too crowded with a neighboring house for me to get a good picture of it. Compared to many of the English Teachers here with me, I live in one of the nicest apartments around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/AT%20the%20apartment%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/AT%20the%20apartment%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the second building in my "apartment complex."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/AT%20the%20apartment%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/200/AT%20the%20apartment%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the nifty nameplate I have outside my front door. It reads Matsuyama Haitsu A102, which is the name of where I live and my apartment number. Just below that is my name written in English and in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21341005-113841081373323216?l=calebholsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/feeds/113841081373323216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21341005&amp;postID=113841081373323216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/113841081373323216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/113841081373323216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/2006/01/location-location-location.html' title='Location Location Location'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057112093617521655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21341005.post-113793838131786806</id><published>2006-01-22T22:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:28:34.456+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Beginning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several years of my life I have received countless phone calls, letters, faxes, posted notes, memos, morse code messages, homing pigeons, smoke signals, flares, those cool planes that drag messages behind them and fly over the beach, and emails from people all over the world asking me NOT to ever, &lt;em&gt;under any circumstances&lt;/em&gt;, create a blog on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as of today I am starting a blog on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing you have to do when creating a blog is think of a clever name that will grab people's attention and sum up what your life is all about. This is YOUR blog and YOUR life and you don't want to send mixed signals to any of your potential readers. Therefore the title is of the utmost importance. It is for that reason that I spent almost 4 seconds coming up with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY NOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the perfect title really. Its the reason I decided to start writing a blog. Its the reason I decided my first job out of college should be living and teaching in Japan. Its the reason I order meat and cheese only on my hamburgers. Its the reason for much of what I do on a daily basis and thats what I want this blog to be about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kick back and relax and be sure and add this page to your favorites list as I intend to post my thoughts, my pictures, and talk about my experiences here in Japan in a special section entitled "Why Not?" where I retell odd things I have done here and my reason for trying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Trial #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Thanks to a terrific haul from Old Saint Nick this year, I now have a new digital camera and put it to work yesterday as the first big snow of the year hit. This is the view from my back window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/1600/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5018/2157/320/Picture%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21341005-113793838131786806?l=calebholsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/feeds/113793838131786806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21341005&amp;postID=113793838131786806' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/113793838131786806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21341005/posts/default/113793838131786806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebholsey.blogspot.com/2006/01/beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057112093617521655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
