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Video – Kids and Kayaks in Nagano, Japan

They range in age from first grade to Junior High (with a couple of adults mixed in). The event was a mostly fun slalom kayaking competition. For those who are unfamiliar with the sport, you have to navigate a series of gates suspended above the river. Some gates must be entered facing downstream and others facing upstream. Your score depends on the time it takes to finish the course plus penalties for each time you touch (2 seconds) or miss (50 seconds) a gate. In this case, most of the kids only had to touch each gate with a paddle (rather than passing through) to avoid deductions. The outdoors school tries to play down competition, but it’s hard for the coach to be a purist when his daughter is an international level competitor who seems to have just barely missed making the Japanese team for Beijing. One of the Junior High boys aspires to be an Olympian, too.

My daughter, Reia, is in the second grade now. She really loves kayaking. She says she’s not afraid of being in the river. That makes us a little nervous, but I’m excited for her, too. I would have loved this sport when I was young but never had an opportunity to give it a try. If you watch the video you may see her. Her kayak is blue on top with a yellow bottom. Actually, there is another boy with the same colors, so picking her out may be a challenge.

The music is by my friend, Rennie Foster, who has been called a significant force and a pioneer DJ in the techno music scene. He’s recently been named one of the top 50 DJ’s in Japan and he’s hoping for a Top 5 ranking (by a music magazine here in Japan that I don’t read…so no link due to my ignorance, sorry).

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Photos of kids kayaking in Nagano, Japan

Getting their feet wet and a first look

Getting their feet wet and a first look

Instructions before the start

Instructions before the start

Turning at one of the gates

Turning at one of the gates

A second grader (Reia, my daughter) having a blast

A second grader (Reia, my daughter) having a blast

Recovering from a spill

Recovering from a spill

One of the boys facing downstream

One of the boys facing downstream

Cheering for friends

Cheering for friends

A father watching

A father watching

A "big sister" (one of the top 5 female kayakers in Japan)

A "big sister" (one of the top 5 female kayakers in Japan)

A proud 1st grader participating for the first year (with his dad)

A proud 1st grader participating for the first year (with his dad)

Genuine smile

Genuine smile

Two happy second graders (Reia, my daughter, and her friend)

Two happy second graders (Reia, my daughter, and her friend)

We had one of our biggest events of the year this past weekend. We woke up at 4am Saturday morning and drove to a river in Nagano. Our kids practice kayaking in still water throughout the year, but the younger kids only have two or three opportunities to try their skills in a running river. This year two first graders were initiated. This river has a real slalom course (gates are suspended above the water that kayakers must pass through either facing downstream or upstream). There were assorted second, third, and fourth graders with varying abilities to navigate the course. Usually, kids start attempting the upstream gates in the fourth grade. By the sixth grade, most can complete the course well. Some of the graduates have become national and international level competitors. I’ll let the photos speak for themselves. I have a couple of videos that I want to post later.

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Tokyo story teller reading manga with passion in the park

Next time I’ll have video (and audio). For now you’ll have to use your imagination.

On Sunday afternoons he sits next to a blue plastic sheet with assorted manga (comic novels) spread out. Pay your money, choose your favorite story, and he’ll read for you in a way you’ll never forget. If that’s not enough, he’ll give you a piece of candy as a take away. What a deal!

Seriously, he’ll give you a piece of candy afterwards.

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Conflict

This past week someone who I’ve worked closely with for the past two years turned on me. It all came to a head yesterday with a fax message essentially cutting me off from a group I’ve been helping out for the past two years (my Thursday night semi-volunteer English conversation group).

I don’t want to go into details or invite judgments, but I know it’s tempting to try and guess what happened. Let me just say that I have the support of other past and present members of the group, and my relationships with them are better than ever. There are some cultural issues, as always, but that’s not what this issue is about. This really goes in the dysfunctional “stuff that happens” category.

I’m very sad for my friend. He’s under enormous stress, and he’s afraid for reasons I can’t attempt to understand (but I know there are reasons). He’s not paranoid, but he’s been interpreting the actions of people who actually like him as “plotting” and “offensive” and trying to assert control over them. Now I think he’s broken the last straw, and he’s cutting himself off more than anything or anyone else.

I don’t have a great or wise point to make. I just wanted to type this out because it’s happening; and conflict is a normal and I’ll dare say universal part of life we all face.

Here’s a quote I found in the book I’ve been reading.

The heart in love remains soft and sensitive. But when you’re hell-bent on getting this or the other thing, you become ruthless, hard, and insensitive. How can you love people when you need people? You can only use them. If I need you to make me happy, I’ve got to use you, I’ve got to manipulate you, I’ve got to find ways and means of winning you. I cannot let you be free. (Anthony De Mello, Awareness, p140-141)

Interesting timing to be reading this book. When I first heard the news my heart started pounding, my breath turned shallow, and I had a cold feeling in my stomach. I couldn’t stop the anger and feeling of being hurt from rising, but at the same moment I asked myself where it came from.  I hadn’t been hurt; my friend had acted out against his perception of me and was only hurting himself. Why should I want to hurt him? I want the best for him. I really do.

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Balloon man at Inokashira Park

Making a Minnie

Making a Minnie

Father and daughter in the audience

Father and daughter in the audience

Blowing up four balloons at once with his nose

Blowing up four balloons at once with his nose

The kitchen glove

The kitchen glove

The kitchen glove about to pop

The kitchen glove about to pop

Rock, paper, scissors contest for a Donald Duck balloon

Rock, paper, scissors contest for a Donald Duck balloon

The winner

The winner

A little girl gets Minnie Mouse

A little girl gets Minnie Mouse

A Minnie moment

A Minnie moment

I appreciate this guy as the pictures will show. He has a great act and kids like him. My kids watched his show and then wanted to stay for a repeat.

His basic shtick is making balloon figures. Enough said, but he’s really good. Anyway, kids love balloon figures; it doesn’t matter how many people are doing it all over the world or even in the same park. Besides, his figures are quite a bit more involved than poodles and perched parrots.

He’s also got a powerful set of lungs. He gave some of his regular balloons to four men in the crowd. I was one of them. I couldn’t blow mine up. I couldn’t even make a bump in it, and neither could any of the others. My chest actually hurt trying. Then he took our four balloons back, stuck all four in his nostrils, and blew them up all at once with his nose. Is that a trick? Are noses better? He got me with that.

Then to prove it wasn’t a trick, he finished by blowing up a rubber dish glove until it popped. Maybe there’s a trick to that, but looking at the photos it looks like his neck is about to explode. It doesn’t look easy at all. Ripping a phone book in half is easy (there’s a trick to THAT), but not this.

At the end of the show all the kids (and adults) played rock, paper, scissors for balloon figures. The first winner was a way over tanned cackling girl in her twenties who cheered like an eight year old. He gave her a balloon parrot on a perch (not sure when he made that) and she got really quiet. She was bummed; we were all relieved. After that all the winners were kids, except one mom who won Minnie Mouse (the grand prize) for her daughter. That was a nice moment — a great smile from the balloon man and a very happy little girl.

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