National elections are taking place in Japan today. Political campaigning is a bit different here. Rather than TV ads (as in America), the primary means of getting your name out there is - ready? - vans. Yup. Vans plastered in your campaign posters. Vans with your loving supporters halfway out the windows, waving to everyone. Vans with enormous speakers on top blasting word of the bold initiatives you'll put forth once in office. For the last week there's been at least one such van in the vicinity of my apartment at all times. I think they just circle the block or something. It's kind of like a one-float parade everywhere you go. But they don't throw candy.

In other news, I'm back at Nakajima Junior High now. The kids have apparently made a collective decision to step up the sexual harassment of Brian during the day. In the 4 days since I've been back, I've had my crotch grabbed at twice, numerous ass-slappings, and a lovely illustration of a wang in mid-ejaculation handed to me during class. It's good to be home.

Oh, the crotch grabbing! And it seems to be the boys who are more interested in it than the girls. . .

uh, so much for the japanese stereotype i carry around in my head. aren't they supposed to be contemplating rocks or something? actually i'm relieved they aren't as uptight as i thought. however, it never, ever crossed my mind when i was a young lad to grab at any man's crotch who was older than i. that's so... korean.

Dear Brian, I don't know what my "URL" is or if I even have one, or live near one, so I had to leave that box blank.
At any rate, I've just read most of your hysterical log and am still laughing! It's like "Mad Magazine Travel Guide to Japan." I can't wait for the next installment.
It does sound like a great experience, I'm glad for you!
Stay safe,
Molly