Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Teaching in the Shadow of Godzilla

I took some pictures of the Buddhist temple/preschool we teach at once a week. Enjoy, and as always, if the spirit moves you, you can comment.


There he is, out on the big dirt playground. Watching. Waiting. I pray the day never comes when Mothra attempts to disrupt our singing of the "Hello" song, but when he does we'll be ready.


These children wear green hats. They are the alphas. They will attend prestigious universities and eventually run Miyagi from mahogany-paneled offices. The unfortunate wretches in the red hats are the helpers. They are betas, doomed from this early age to grovel at the feet of the green hats. Actually, I have no clue why the little kids wear different colored hats. Probably some mundane reason...it's safer to make a story up.


This is one of the wooden gods that stands at the entrance to the school. He's about ten feet tall, and filled with barely-corked asskickery, as you can tell from his expression. Shaolin warrior monks, giant monster statues--Islam better watch out if it wants to retain its "scary foreign religion" crown.

5 comments:

Austin said...

i can only hope you are schooling yourself in the arts of the ninja; japan looks scary

Tom said...

Take a picture when they replace that statue with a statue of the friendly gaijin who single-handedly broke the domination of the Japanese mothers in tug of war.

Nate said...

Yeah, it was the weirdest thing. When they knew they were going to lose, a couple of the mothers broke off from the group and ran into me at full speed. Strange....

Nate said...

and yes, my clunky plodding footsteps and glow in the dark white skin go perfectly with the ninja lifestyle.

Tom said...

But if you were inducted into the ways of the Ninja, what would your name, translated to English be?