<?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-7677118587038754240</id><updated>2011-11-28T09:27:54.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign Father in Japan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-2424227123891218767</id><published>2009-05-07T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:50:48.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm new to Blogging</title><summary type='text'>Time slipped by quickly without posting. I am new to blogging. I underestimated the commitment required to post regularly. But I am not going to give up.I have lived in Asia for 9 years and I like it. I have a nice wife and great son. I have no serious complaints. What throws me for a loop sometimes is how fast 9 years have passed by. I ended up in Japan about 7 years ago as part of my back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/2424227123891218767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/2424227123891218767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-new-to-blogging.html' title='I&apos;m new to Blogging'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-4082085341409152521</id><published>2009-05-01T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:40:23.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do like Japan</title><summary type='text'>I've been slapped around a bit in Japan but that could happen anywhere.  I do like living here.  That is why it is hard to listen to fellow gaijin complaining about Japan. I just can't figure it out - if you don't like it then leave. Why is this so difficult for people to understand. If you are stuck here then make the best of it while preparing your exit plan. It is that simple.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4082085341409152521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4082085341409152521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-do-like-japan.html' title='I do like Japan'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-8969292407087245462</id><published>2009-04-29T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:33:18.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaijin Grandfather</title><summary type='text'>Wow, met a fellow gaijin in the community gym today. The guy is 61 years old lived in Japan for 35 years. Father of 2 kids and has 2 grandchildren. Moving from school district to school district he has taught English for the entire time. He has no employer pension and is entitled to a small government pension when the time comes. I got the feeling he is broke. It does not matter where you are - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/8969292407087245462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/8969292407087245462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/gaijin-grandfather.html' title='Gaijin Grandfather'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-6017751934943130638</id><published>2009-04-27T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:48:03.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic can kill</title><summary type='text'>On her 6th day of elementary school a little girl was killed recently close to my house. She crossed the road in front of her bus and was hit by a passing car. The traffic rules in Japan are very loose when it comes to school zones and playground zones. I have seen warning signs but no hard rules. For the lack of rules I am surprised there are not more accidents. Japan loves her rules - I wonder </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/6017751934943130638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/6017751934943130638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/traffic-can-kill.html' title='Traffic can kill'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-1244783534231787338</id><published>2009-04-25T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:40:43.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't win the lottery</title><summary type='text'>I have always been suspicious of people who hate the lottery. I love playing the lottery. Every week I go down to the takarkuji ticket booth and drop 200 yen on the loto 6. Payout is around 200,000,000 million yen and chances of winning big are 1/6 million. Besides studying kanji, the lottery allows me the chance to dream of not worrying about my son's future. I just know I will win one day. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/1244783534231787338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/1244783534231787338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-didnt-win-lottery.html' title='I didn&apos;t win the lottery'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SfMPgTxvWsI/AAAAAAAAAjw/WIGRXG-6Gik/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-684357185279606009</id><published>2009-04-23T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:03:50.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windbag Gaijins</title><summary type='text'>I know two single Japanese women with biracial children. Both deadbeat gaijin fathers returned to the States leaving mother and child to fend for themselves. I have done volunteer work at an orphanage and met a few biracial kids where both parents took off.The one thing you will find in the gaijin community is the most vocal are usually the biggest windbags. They complain and complain about Japan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/684357185279606009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/684357185279606009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/windbag-gaijins.html' title='Windbag Gaijins'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-1894888796786453441</id><published>2009-04-22T17:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:25:29.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilingual Education</title><summary type='text'> Every night I read my son an English book and sometimes a Japanese book. My son is still too young to understand but  enjoys ripping the book. I worry about my son's English fluency. I use to ride my western friends, with Japanese children, about their children's poor English ability. I realize now, I am a Jack Ass.Urashima Taro is a good children's book. He doesn't listen to instructions and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/1894888796786453441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/1894888796786453441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/bilingual-education.html' title='Bilingual Education'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/Se7oHyIxRTI/AAAAAAAAAjo/0s7D57eAFEg/s72-c/u-0.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-6652370845512212108</id><published>2009-04-21T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:28:25.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Film titles in Japan</title><summary type='text'>I was browsing for a movie at Tsutaya when I noticed Pat Morita on the cover of a movie called "Best Kid", written in katakana. I knew the English title was "Karate Kid". The Japanese love to change movie titles. I am okay with it but it is frustrating. I read once it drives Spielberg crazy.Last week I rented "How to find the best life" starring Jack Nicholson. I prefer the English title, "The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/6652370845512212108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/6652370845512212108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/film-titles-in-japan.html' title='Film titles in Japan'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-4281336725029910000</id><published>2009-04-20T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:41:30.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uyoku look hungry</title><summary type='text'>I saw some Japanese Uyoku today. Wow, did they ever look scruffy. Really, they looked like homeless people. Much different from the Uyoku I met years ago around Shinbashi in Tokyo. I waved and two of the guys waved back. The third, frowned.I like reading about history. History tell us - when a country's fortunes decline, the crazies come out of the wood work. I'm not worried but I did wonder what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4281336725029910000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4281336725029910000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/uyoku-look-hungry.html' title='Uyoku look hungry'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-5722089485235441740</id><published>2009-04-19T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:27:06.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Complaining</title><summary type='text'>In Japan, I am a minority. It is not a big deal. Of course I am being a bit flippant. I am white, from a Western country.  There is no doubt I am granted privileges that other minorities must work hard to earn. I promise you there are Korean, Chinese, Brazilian or a list of other minorities that know exactly what I am talking about. Maybe, I am a token minority.I just spent the afternoon with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/5722089485235441740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/5722089485235441740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-complaining.html' title='Stop Complaining'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-6222575591796175288</id><published>2009-04-18T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:32:09.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Makers</title><summary type='text'>I am not American. My uneducated opinion of the Black Panthers is not flattering. However, I appreciate they were reacting to some real injustices.Aoki was a field marshal in the Black Panthers.Learning this shattered some preconceived notions I had about the Black Panthers. The same thing happened to me a few years back when I found out a guy I knew was member of a Japanese right wing group. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/6222575591796175288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/6222575591796175288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/trouble-makers.html' title='Trouble Makers'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SenVL0BdBkI/AAAAAAAAAjg/uagyWtvQC1s/s72-c/RichardButton3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-3379363831362333130</id><published>2009-04-17T18:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:51:05.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Japanese people speak English.</title><summary type='text'> I was renting a movie last night from Tsutaya. I was at the check out counter and the clerk asked me a question. He was using teinei (丁寧) Japanese, I couldn't understand and told him as much. He replied in perfect English, "Sir, you currently have another movie rented, Electric Blue. Maybe you are not familiar with the Japanese name of the movie?"I was shocked, he was a native speaker. Well not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/3379363831362333130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/3379363831362333130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-japanese-people-speak-english.html' title='Yes, Japanese people speak English.'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SehexTzhXyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/SIDSD19z9-k/s72-c/1154261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-2034920567391285894</id><published>2009-04-16T14:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:28:24.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best House - one..two...three</title><summary type='text'>Growing up, my parents would buy the new edition of 'The Guinness book of world records" every few years. I would read the book front to back. Later, I found out the man with the cool name, Sir Hugh Beaver, working at my dream job, managing director of Guinness Brewery, invented the book.The Best House 123 show on Fuji T.V is not in the same class but it is fun to watch. It is the only Japanese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/2034920567391285894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/2034920567391285894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/growing-up-my-parents-would-buy-new.html' title='The Best House - one..two...three'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SebSmVIEodI/AAAAAAAAAjI/r_H6rv4cZvg/s72-c/top.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-7497518164003814278</id><published>2009-04-14T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:25:42.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I went to pick my son up at the daycare today. A few curious boys approached and asked "nani jin deska" (please tell me your nationality). They were young boys and it was a fair question. They could have just as easily shouted "look gaijin". Or make the mistake their parents usually make - assume I am American. I told the boys and that was the end of it.When I left I heard the teacher scolding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/7497518164003814278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/7497518164003814278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-went-to-pick-my-son-up-at-daycare.html' title=''/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SeR8gLxU_eI/AAAAAAAAAig/zA1hU1So11Q/s72-c/MBCAVVPM1KCAU386VSCAB3HDQGCAWNKBA7CA1ASOERCATZ0QY8CA4MWGFFCAO536X1CA8YWOVPCAIAL6ZZCAELR193CA4TS30UCASSIW2ECAS8RYEWCADRJ6FDCAIMQP89CAAL835UCASOFPFVCA2NCVG8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-8270856367865456709</id><published>2009-04-14T06:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:42:12.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating older men</title><summary type='text'>There is a very attractive girl who worked at my local convience store. She had flirted with me, for about a year. I guess it was recipicol, as I never went to her store with my wife and son. I teased her that I was too old.I met her by chance today. She ran across the street to share some "good news". She graduated from high school and is working as an office lady - she wasn't too young anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/8270856367865456709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/8270856367865456709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/dating-older-men.html' title='Dating older men'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SePAkbgb8KI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_q0XWBDy_fM/s72-c/2+sexy+japanese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-5200698265141570117</id><published>2009-04-13T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:29:00.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Starbucks</title><summary type='text'>Living in Japan, it is hard to believe Starbucks stock price is low. There are two locations near my house and they are so busy.  I notice most of the clientele are women, of all age brackets.  Star Bucks has even hired extra greeters to hand out menu's to people standing in line. Japanese people don't like to make their coffee decision 'till the last moment and only after consulting with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/5200698265141570117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/5200698265141570117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/japan-starbucks.html' title='Japan Starbucks'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SeK_zv7pkhI/AAAAAAAAAho/WZTv7L2NgFQ/s72-c/starbucks-doubleshot-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-2550062179902653503</id><published>2009-04-12T14:36:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:59:47.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a slow Japanese learner</title><summary type='text'>My Japanese is terrible but don't feel sorry for me - I get by just fine. I don't have the "gift of the tongue". Every one has a different learning curve. My curve is flat. I am linguistically challenged but I never give up trying. Simply, I don't study enough and when I do, I don't concentrate enough.I like it when a pretty Japanese girl tells me my Japanese is good. She is lying but I like the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/2550062179902653503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/2550062179902653503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-slow-japanese-learner.html' title='I&apos;m a slow Japanese learner'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SeGeiOat_JI/AAAAAAAAAhg/uTLOwTkcBqw/s72-c/bcd2224b9da0df7931dea010_L__AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-4586895569587066557</id><published>2009-04-11T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:20:41.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diversity</title><summary type='text'>During Halloween we decorate the house and carve a pumpkin. Christmas we set up a tree and have Christmas presents and Santa. Easter we paint eggs and hide them. If I had any Jewish friends in Japan I would ask to be invited to Passover. I have one Muslim friend here and we get our families together when we can. I don't want to screw with my son's identity. He is a Japanese boy growing up in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4586895569587066557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4586895569587066557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/diversity.html' title='Diversity'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SeCkCNbNF_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/vVrWpIDhv3A/s72-c/CA3C0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-6121709880405396146</id><published>2009-04-10T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:07:42.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinforcing Japanese Stereotypes?</title><summary type='text'> Subconsciously, we see things that reinforce what we already believe. Recently my wife told me she didn't like the movie, Lost In Translation, because it portrayed all Japanese as mindless fools. Ms. Coppala, the director, besides having the coolest father, I believe, is not racist.Anti Japanese movie? I remembered a funny movie. I remembered Ole' Bill having a one night stand with a Japanese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/6121709880405396146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/6121709880405396146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/reinforcing-japanese-stereotypes.html' title='Reinforcing Japanese Stereotypes?'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/Sd6ZZMtwGII/AAAAAAAAAdw/mKfIqOQug_o/s72-c/3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-4219470846467694572</id><published>2009-04-09T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:22:43.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linguistically challenged</title><summary type='text'> I study kanji, not because I like it. I study for two reasons. I hate relying on other people to help me and I don't want to embarrass my son.But I struggle. I am linguistically challenged for sure. But I never give up. Yesterday at the sushi shop I asked the meaning of this kanji - 寿司. The staff rolled her eyes. I should have known there was more than two kanji for sushi. It is just that ( 鮨) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4219470846467694572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4219470846467694572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/linguistically-challenged.html' title='Linguistically challenged'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/Sd07GHvYAPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ctO5tN4BI1o/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-1329250398777137521</id><published>2009-04-08T06:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:40:58.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New School, Multiracial - Multicultural</title><summary type='text'> Amazing, everyone in Japan knows Obama is biracial. Very few know Bob Marley is biracial - which I can understand. People don't want to believe, he is half white. Japanese people know who Tiger married but few know he is part Asian.Tiger Wood's mother is Thai. And, his dad, a very cool father, a retired Lieutenant Colonel in the US Army.Tiger has a hot wife and a beautiful child. He is a great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/1329250398777137521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/1329250398777137521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-school-multiracial-multicultural.html' title='New School, Multiracial - Multicultural'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdvTCAo7sgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/T1RpyRaYmwQ/s72-c/woodsstatue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-600928295519584282</id><published>2009-04-07T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:25:58.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda Action 50 years ago in America</title><summary type='text'> Leon Brazile a trial judge was quoted as saying,"Almighty God created the races white, black, yellow, malay and red, and he placed them on separate continents. And but for the interference with his arrangement there would be no cause for such marriages. The fact that he separated the races shows that he did not intend for the races to mix."The white black married couple pleaded guilty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/600928295519584282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/600928295519584282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/panda-action-50-years-ago-in-america.html' title='Panda Action 50 years ago in America'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdrLTgFJ1ZI/AAAAAAAAASw/rlY650hZdpM/s72-c/n37983908754_5967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-4401781422680315766</id><published>2009-04-07T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T06:54:12.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame the Grandparents</title><summary type='text'> Every father in Japan knows about Doraemon. That super smart robotic cat from the future that helps the goofy Nobita-kun in his day to day misadventures. Doraemon has been teaching universal moral lessons of integrity, tenacity, honour, courage and respect for mankind for 40 years. Doraemon is a Japanese icon, loved through-out Asia and the world.The beginning of the Doraemon story line is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4401781422680315766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4401781422680315766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/blame-grandparents.html' title='Blame the Grandparents'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdqCYYF73tI/AAAAAAAAAQo/POEig_i8c1U/s72-c/SBCAT5QE0YCA85VN1UCAYOQ2JICATSAVLHCA905BG6CADMC4SQCAM3ZT23CAUC1LAKCAQUJQHUCA2P10FMCAJ6IFC9CAADFCEMCAHHJM04CAI81KBBCA3ZD6Z6CAUFP5WOCA7ZSKZ4CA0Q8KAACAP1SKLX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-4528336033882999087</id><published>2009-04-06T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:30:51.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handicap People and their Rights.</title><summary type='text'> I wrote earlier that I objected to Porn Magazines being on the bottom shelf in convenience  stores. Right at my son's eye level. I love my wife. She told me how, being tall, I was being insensitive to shorter men who wanted to buy Porn easily. I conceded, I was an insensitive bugger.Today I was at the store with my son and I saw a man in a wheelchair, browsing through the magazines without shame</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4528336033882999087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4528336033882999087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/handicap-people-and-their-rights.html' title='Handicap People and their Rights.'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdmQ9ec_WdI/AAAAAAAAANI/x0_sHoT9D9A/s72-c/HXCAH2YXNDCA117U7OCA4S7B44CAY79P57CAITFNXLCABJA403CA0TDZ4QCAW4HSDNCANR56H9CABJ6RABCA224G60CAL02GSOCAN77QXBCAK2O7STCA779FD3CAQUXZK5CAN2QPLBCA20SLMZCA5RCLTW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-8592046587346781669</id><published>2009-04-06T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:55:54.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Uniqueness" divides us</title><summary type='text'>I often hear that Japan is a unique country. It is unique, just as Australia or Canada is unique. "Uniqueness" depends on the physical position of the person who makes such a claim.It is normal to make a distinction between yourself and others. Between your cultures and other cultures. This is a human instinct. I believe it is part of our primal survival instinct.Living in Japan, I don't find the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/8592046587346781669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/8592046587346781669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/uniqueness-divides-us.html' title='&quot;Uniqueness&quot; divides us'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdkyXXPiXmI/AAAAAAAAALA/ioTamRa8AjI/s72-c/51P7cmRQinL__SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-6087681748965274636</id><published>2009-04-05T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:57:44.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking rule #3 for Japan</title><summary type='text'>Over at blog, Japan Probe, I was reading about  Japan Railways in Tokyo banning smoking on the platforms. Again, I'm a smoker and am tired of fellow smokers who are inconsiderate.Japanese people are very tolerant. But everyone has a breaking point. Inconsiderate smokers gave rise to the smoking Nazis in the west. It will happen here as well. It is scary. Intolerance breeds more intolerance. Chill</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/6087681748965274636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/6087681748965274636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/smoking-rule-3-for-japan.html' title='Smoking rule #3 for Japan'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-8120298477930241838</id><published>2009-04-05T06:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T07:04:21.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean "missile" testing</title><summary type='text'> Today, on the Japanese news, I saw the US Air force is sending some really high tech planes into the air from Okinawa. They are helping the Japanese Self Defence force monitor and defend Japan from the North Korean "missile testing".I am not American. I am not a fan of US foreign policy. Never liked Bush but stopped bashing him when it became cool. Living in Japan with my family I am thankful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/8120298477930241838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/8120298477930241838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-on-japanese-news-i-saw-us.html' title='Korean &quot;missile&quot; testing'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdfkH6Ujs5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/HSses2EDnZ0/s72-c/UHCAOM9433CA1O264ECA4WDAWLCAJ0GE2FCAX149VSCA7P2U7DCA7SYEOQCA022I08CAJS906VCA3O2MTYCANICPF0CASQ9HFCCAR0ZBZ3CA8QGSVCCA5BZLSICAKXAUTQCA24F8XQCAFX44YZCALH353U.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-184240505900752658</id><published>2009-04-04T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:07:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking rule #2 for Japan</title><summary type='text'>I've never met a Japanese smoking Nazi here in Japan. I appreciate how tolerant Japanese can be. Even though I smoke a pack a week, I still think there is room for some criticism of the lack of smoking etiquette. I wrote earlier about my first rule.Rule #1. No smoking in the car with your kids inside. I don't care if the window is down.  Now, I have a second rule.Rule#2. Do not discard you cig </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/184240505900752658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/184240505900752658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/smoking-rule-2-for-japan.html' title='Smoking rule #2 for Japan'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/Sdc6oFCMNXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/kp81ZkHiYPE/s72-c/smcool1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-2928955250371402829</id><published>2009-04-04T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:02:11.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our small home in Japan</title><summary type='text'>My family and I live in a small flat here in Japan. Tatami mat floors, futons and sliding doors. Very traditional. I'd like a bigger place with den and backyard. Everybody does. But I've learned something in Japan. The physical home you live in has a real influence on the family.I can't hide in the den. I work on the kitchen table. We need to make dinner and clean up together in order to play </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/2928955250371402829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/2928955250371402829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-small-home-in-japan.html' title='Our small home in Japan'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdarYsOhR3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/iykzGB6ECmI/s72-c/51itNe6YSmL__SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-7192458166902001448</id><published>2009-04-03T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:39:57.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs in Japan</title><summary type='text'>Gamu Toys Japan has just put out a new Obama action figure. I think they did a good job.  At least compared to other figures that are suppose to resemble foreigners.I wrote this before. I like Obama. Here is a politician that has not lied about smoking, drinking and recreational drugs.  He has made being honest, cool. I hope conservative Japanese people think about the fact the main man in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/7192458166902001448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/7192458166902001448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/drugs-in-japan.html' title='Drugs in Japan'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdX_MIOJPkI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Agrcaz3OKhI/s72-c/s-OBAMA-ACTION-FIGURES-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-51157119918155500</id><published>2009-04-03T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:07:24.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Passport</title><summary type='text'>We were down at the prefecture office today getting a passport for our son. I noticed the staff seem more friendly than the staff at Immigration, a few floors up. That said, the immigration staff has always been very nice and helpful. I always noticed though, they treat me differently than the Asians extending their student visas or getting spousal visas.I was thinking about this when I looked at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/51157119918155500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/51157119918155500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/japanese-passport.html' title='Japanese Passport'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdX3WQrFZ3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2IGCDc-qasw/s72-c/images+jjj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-1732414424956314085</id><published>2009-04-03T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:07:15.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kochiyama fighting social norms.</title><summary type='text'>Yuri Kochiyama is a cool Japanese-American Activist. We are not sure if she agreed with Malcolm X on everything. I doubt she thinks Martin Luther King is a chump as Malcolm did. (Those were different times)She did support Malcolm in fighting for civil rights. After Malcolm left the Nation of Islam and converted to Sunni Islam she stayed loyal.  Malcolm made a few enemies in the Nation of Islam </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/1732414424956314085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/1732414424956314085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/kochiyama-fighting-social-norms.html' title='Kochiyama fighting social norms.'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdVHLVj8z6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/uygtyxhjTGY/s72-c/yuri+kochiyama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-4716761362185142575</id><published>2009-04-02T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:51:18.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Play English (英語で遊ぼう）</title><summary type='text'> Every morning my son and I watch "Lets Play English"（eigo de asobo) on NHK. My wife thinks I'm in love with Jenny. She is beautiful but I think Eric is the man. He is the cool "older" hippy, just trying to make a living. He sometimes looks out of it. I wonder what he is thinking. Watching him makes me think about my future in Japan. Which scares me.A friend of mine has a fancy ESL masters degree</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4716761362185142575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4716761362185142575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-play-english.html' title='Lets Play English (英語で遊ぼう）'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdSmq8NeOjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uVnSwerQV3Q/s72-c/eigo+de+asobo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-2619590438414555569</id><published>2009-04-02T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:47:42.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't bash Chu Hai</title><summary type='text'>Being a father has made me more conscious of saving money. That is why I buy Chu Hai instead of beer at the grocery store. It is almost half the price of my favorite Japanese beer. The problem with Chu-Hai is there are many girlie brands. Fortunately, Kiren came out with Two Dogs, allowing a man to drink girlie drinks in Japan and still maintain some semblance of manhood. Another great thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/2619590438414555569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/2619590438414555569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-bash-chu-hai.html' title='Don&apos;t bash Chu Hai'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdP2fbiNpfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/N_lyLuxx3fg/s72-c/FICA0BRKS4CAFFIQ8NCABFFDIVCA275FJ6CAYDCQYOCAMUOUTUCAKROX9XCAZ8DIOPCAI7XL0TCAK9C2XXCANHO6X2CAFGDEQTCA53R610CABI9MXKCAG4EN0DCAIOQ6CICAELQ3C9CAJE2151CASZ13DP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-1626359003543861006</id><published>2009-04-01T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:09:24.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Japanese Guy</title><summary type='text'> Japanese are often stereotyped as sheep or lemmings. Watching economic trends or fashion fads the "bandwagon" effect seems obvious to our western sensibilities. I don't buy it. People in Japan are individuals like everyone else. The difference is, they don't wear it on their sleeves.Next time you order from Amazon check out if they have any used books about Chiune Sugihara.  This guy risked his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/1626359003543861006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/1626359003543861006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/cool-japanese-guy.html' title='Cool Japanese Guy'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdM5N4Jco9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/1jBiO1wlOak/s72-c/JSCAPX4JAWCAFOHCMHCA9HQ6ZZCAM2ICOKCA86I3P6CAVUVO9FCAG01QGECAV41SK4CAJ68TWTCAMCJZ1BCAFEG4BICAQA6F39CAJG5SVMCADOGY68CA4C30GRCAZ15Z11CA3G747RCAMXRL3ECAG7HEG0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-3035063199294412921</id><published>2009-04-01T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:08:14.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short people and Japanese Porn</title><summary type='text'> Except for some Manga I have never really checked out Japanese Porn. I have no problem with Porn. I am a traditional liberal.  People are free to do what they wish without restraint as long as it does not infringe on my freedom. Tolerance is the middle path.Like I wrote, porn is cool. I just object to having it displayed on the lower rack in the grocery store - right at my child's eye level. It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/3035063199294412921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/3035063199294412921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/short-people-and-japanese-porn.html' title='Short people and Japanese Porn'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdKvCn8n_xI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iJ8eCfYxifY/s72-c/WNCAV18C7ACA3GE0T1CAIWBBEZCA1D4ALCCAKNMOY6CAZX83ANCA39EZECCACNBO00CAYIZO1NCAVIEHL4CAJX8L8PCA3JA1AOCA7951A1CAU9T2S3CA1ATCU3CA7O23E8CABZ3GYZCAZH7F8WCALUBNWC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-4266024861897177697</id><published>2009-03-31T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:51:22.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking rule #1</title><summary type='text'>Smoking is cheap and tolerated in Japan. You never meet a smoking Nazi here. I am a pack a week smoker and find it refreshing but.... smokers in Japan have no real manners or consideration for others. They need some more societal pressure to act responsibly.Smoking rule #1. It is never ever cool to smoke in the car with your kids. This drives me insane. When my Japanese gets better I am going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4266024861897177697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4266024861897177697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/smoking-rule-1.html' title='Smoking rule #1'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdGDElf4iiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FJUT1i3z8p0/s72-c/SRCAW8FLFKCAWPRSVVCAG5DGNCCA2XJTFJCAYL9Q46CA4VSL4ACAAEY5A8CAI69MQPCA01247OCAK9I3J4CATP421NCANGQ98YCANOFFHSCAFRXOMMCAN0BJOZCATWG0F3CAT0K9YUCACE3UTRCA6U7U7Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-5754698926487938610</id><published>2009-03-31T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:26:23.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barrack to Barry and back</title><summary type='text'> I'm not American. Who knows if Obama will be good for America or not. The thing I like about the guy is his honesty. Smoking, drinking, using recreational drugs does not necessarily make you cool. Being a politician and admitting to it - is cool. A friend of mine, who is well in his 50's and biracial, gave me advice for my son. "Biracial people should be allowed to change their identity without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/5754698926487938610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/5754698926487938610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/barrack-to-barry-and-back.html' title='Barrack to Barry and back'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdF_PGpqZYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3CKjUrGAuU4/s72-c/POCAXV3MO6CA5M70QDCAYBX3UNCAP34360CAS7IAHGCA6XD51VCASJEMGWCA23KG6UCAWRV7WPCARAZZEQCA6WVJ1CCA5PVQLDCA9G3IMKCAS73PUGCAT7BUOGCAE4G365CAZONUP3CAD0BAVPCAHUXE93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-9221584375498628571</id><published>2009-03-30T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:52:26.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool wife, who is Japanese</title><summary type='text'> It is a myth that ones' race and or culture makes one a better spouse than another. People are compatible or not. It really is that simple. That said, I figure getting married is kind of like playing the lottery. I think I won the lottery.Almost every gaijin I know, living in Japan, has been divorced. I am working on some general theories but have not really put them together. Would love to know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/9221584375498628571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/9221584375498628571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/cool-japanese.html' title='Cool wife, who is Japanese'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdDVIMaWhoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/M5F0KUGXOC0/s72-c/R4CAC4Y8OQCAP3Q3V6CAB72KN0CAGR7RQ7CALQU8IKCA7T3N3ECAIO9AOQCAM71WOACA407IXDCAZP1ECZCAHNFLH8CAAJZJ80CA6WS1NQCAGMZXJ2CAJEQP1ICALL0BL9CA8KH1LJCA42Z4DMCAKO1MVM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-1135790737833042404</id><published>2009-03-30T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:16:36.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marital sex in Japan II</title><summary type='text'>I blame my Catholic upbringing. I still find it difficult to get it on with the wife when the boy is in the flat. The only door separating the bedroom and the main room is made of paper. Once I caught my parents in the act and it scarred me.The wife is cool with everything just as long as we don't make noise. Who doesn't make noise when they shag?Of course ones sex life changes after a kid. This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/1135790737833042404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/1135790737833042404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/marital-sex-in-japan-ii.html' title='Marital sex in Japan II'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdCZXVPPM7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/8os6MHiwk9k/s72-c/9TCAIPJKKWCALWM5I4CARCR63UCAGQA30LCA0EL970CAH2MNT8CA3MQ5VLCA5YHW6ACAO98NQHCAON917HCAGPEXJ9CA2PJZFTCAP9PSXECARKQSL7CA4TQYAECA9F5NSKCAX56AM6CAIJ0VZ5CARZWYMW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-2441839813338997752</id><published>2009-03-30T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:50:07.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese woman motorcyle officer</title><summary type='text'> Pretty cool, I saw my first Japanese woman motorcycle police officer today. I was standing at the intersection with my son when this kid on a scooter went through followed by a motorcycle officer.The kid pulled over and no mistaking, a female officer got off her bike and approached the kid.  Gawking is not cool in Japan, I continued walking without taking a pic.Japan is a chauvinistic country, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/2441839813338997752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/2441839813338997752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/japanese-woman-motorcyle-officer.html' title='Japanese woman motorcyle officer'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdCSU54wM7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZtcWjtjCW0o/s72-c/TYCACVXR2BCAZOTUFCCA4N383KCAUXS9X3CABAI1WWCATHUJE5CAWR0P31CAB7GNN8CAKHBGYNCA021APUCAH50D2MCAGS2MD0CA0D2N4TCAP8RBDXCAZDX503CAOGN47NCAAL6VGUCA9EZ7HNCABEYEZ5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-9081084539087666412</id><published>2009-03-30T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:31:32.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home loans in Japan</title><summary type='text'>Home loans in Japan are more complicated than in the west but not impossible. Maybe I should not speak as I don't actually have a home loan as I write this post.However, the wife and I went to see the loans officer with all the papers that might help our cause. They don't have pre-qualified loans in Japan but the nice man in the suit did give us the proverbial "wink". I am one hundred percent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/9081084539087666412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/9081084539087666412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-loans-in-japan.html' title='Home loans in Japan'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-8860604283645768891</id><published>2009-03-30T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:52:41.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buying a home in Japan</title><summary type='text'>The wife and I have been looking at homes for about a two years. We are ready to buy but have never found anything we want to be tied to for the next 20 years. I don't think it is prudent to buy a home as an investment in Japan (at this point in time). You have to love the home and see your self living in it for a long time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/8860604283645768891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/8860604283645768891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/buying-home-in-japan.html' title='Buying a home in Japan'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/SdAJtKpyxRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bv4rt7jab9o/s72-c/KFCABA0O7QCA9CNEJ1CACRBIDZCAAP9UNJCAXSWEGGCA31XQWICAO7KFPCCAD426BBCA2IZ650CAGYSWCUCAN7XUDQCAWTWOZMCAZGXOBLCAQ7CNFICANZIQTYCA5YC3T4CAKC2TZ5CA3JJ011CALAQNMH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-1291638793372251689</id><published>2009-03-29T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:47:40.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley - Biracial Magic</title><summary type='text'>Last Friday night I was down at my local. The regulars are all Japanese, mostly working retail jobs for minimum wage. The music is rather eclectic. But without fail, Marley would be worked into the play list.It is cool they like Marley. They have studied the lyrics and get the gist of his message. What did my head in that night, was the owner. He is Marley mad - yet he did not know Marley was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/1291638793372251689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/1291638793372251689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/bob-marely-biracial-magic.html' title='Bob Marley - Biracial Magic'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/Sc8Otnu-hQI/AAAAAAAAADs/59f4KNZc7mA/s72-c/BobMarleyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-6587956928345047934</id><published>2009-03-29T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:57:43.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazon and your baby</title><summary type='text'> Living in Japan is much easier with Amazon. I place an order about twice a month; books, DVDs, CD, electronics, baby stuff. I've never waited for more than 4 days to receive an order.It is amazing really. I will be the kind of father who tells his kid how much "harder it was I was growing up". I can't wait, "son, when I was your age I had to write a letter on paper, put it in an envelop, walk to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/6587956928345047934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/6587956928345047934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazon-and-your-baby.html' title='Amazon and your baby'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/Sc78soGTACI/AAAAAAAAADc/xj9VLVMCtEM/s72-c/5RCA3QMRGOCABD53OZCARGCGLTCAOEW3FUCAYV0WPYCAAFBGT2CAQ2N6URCAK7GZZ7CA21Y5GECA438D2ICAT6BQRMCA7B7WY7CABJBMHLCAWOGNBQCA1GRR16CAUM6OZ5CA0QDTNSCAZOQIZ8CAOD2APO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-8366100581687750651</id><published>2009-03-29T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:14:43.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love hotel, not just for the dodgy</title><summary type='text'>I really like the name "Love Hotel". It is such a civilized name. Better than "Sex Hotel" isn't it? I have been a patron a few times. Usually my companion was in  either in a relationship or lived with her family/roommates. Japan is great. Instead of paying for a night you can pay for a few hours of bed space.  Until we had our child, it never dawned on me that married people (with their spouse) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/8366100581687750651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/8366100581687750651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-like-name-love-hotel.html' title='Love hotel, not just for the dodgy'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/Sc7LyWatCQI/AAAAAAAAACM/tIgkSiAHYk8/s72-c/4TCA6S6WACCAGB2X6SCAYL65QACAWQZNPDCAHGITAHCAKPTEG3CAMIK5VFCAURW0O8CAEI6749CAIW0AOHCA4C6YF5CAG1EIHCCAJLVPN4CAQUW8BNCA478DMCCAU32WE1CAFXI6GICAM3MI0MCATOT71F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-5308465464028871837</id><published>2009-03-29T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T08:25:49.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marital sex in Japan</title><summary type='text'> We thought the boy was asleep. As quiet as possible, we started to make love. I was focused on the wall behind my wife's head. I had only one thing in mind. Finish up and get back to sleep. My wife looked to her right. My eyes followed. There was my 7 month old son sitting up, wide eyed staring.I finished the job quickly. I was more rattled than my wife. Have we mentally scarred our child? Was I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/5308465464028871837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/5308465464028871837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/marital-sex-in-japan.html' title='Marital sex in Japan'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/Sc688nmCm0I/AAAAAAAAACE/QEoYDHjkINQ/s72-c/XSCAJD19OJCA4MK00FCAJM3W2TCAU7JMZMCAYOPBCJCAJTOQT6CAID8A41CAU75UCJCADKMR6XCA84ZR8ACAVADEWKCABJD4WRCASDQ7VKCAEGABLWCAYNH8M7CAXZP5KTCANWYRXOCAZEIL5KCA3VEDAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-4694000763364336624</id><published>2009-03-28T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:40:46.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>International marriages</title><summary type='text'> It is amazing how much has changed since world war II.  After the war the Japanese would learn from General Mac Arther that it was not cool for whites and blacks to hang out together.Though there were "unofficial" pleasure districts set up for men of all hues,  marrying a Japanese woman was of course illegal.  Japanese women and  their children were mostly left to fend for themselves.25 years </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4694000763364336624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4694000763364336624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/international-marriages.html' title='International marriages'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-y0qhMPw6xQ/Sc3OEVJd6wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2GO2RoUv6to/s72-c/Plato%2527s_Stepchildren_kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-4431596410668122815</id><published>2009-03-28T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:00:21.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worrying about your child</title><summary type='text'>Everyone worries about their children.  Parents all worry. Yet, we all worry about different things, don't we? What we worry about reflects the sum of our life experiences. Our perceptions are all different.I think one thing we really have to worry about is how we project our fears on our children.  Some of our fears our justified others, crazy. Parenting a bi-racial child is the same as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4431596410668122815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/4431596410668122815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/worrying-about-your-child.html' title='Worrying about your child'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677118587038754240.post-5694162537244520594</id><published>2009-03-28T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:16:01.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first post of my first blog.</title><summary type='text'>I'm living in Japan and happily married to an understanding Japanese woman. We have a wonderful baby boy.  Like all fathers, or for that matter all parents, I worry about my child's future.       </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/5694162537244520594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677118587038754240/posts/default/5694162537244520594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foriegnfatherinjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-post-of-my-first-blog.html' title='The first post of my first blog.'/><author><name>Foreign Father</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01673686303638215693</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></entry></feed>
