{"id":721,"date":"2004-04-16T23:00:53","date_gmt":"2004-04-16T14:00:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/regex.info\/blog\/2004-04-16\/721"},"modified":"2004-04-16T23:00:53","modified_gmt":"2004-04-16T14:00:53","slug":"getting-settled-in-japan-alien-registration-bicycles-etc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/regex.info\/blog\/2004-04-16\/721","title":{"rendered":"Getting Settled in Japan: Alien Registration, Bicycles, etc."},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n<style>\np.editorialf  { width:700px }\n.editorial    { color:#AFA  }\n.editorial a  { color:#CFC  }\n<\/style>\n\n\n<div style='padding:5px 40px; background-color:#444; border: solid 1px #666; margin:10px 30px 50px 10px'>\n\n<p>The text of this post was originally written in April, 2004 as part of\nan online diary I kept before I actually started my blog. I'd forgotten\nabout it until I ran across it in February 2008. I inserted it into my blog\nthen, assigning dates appropriate to the content instead of to the time I\nactually added it. Thus, these April 2004 posts show up as my &#8220;first\nposts&#8221; in my <a nocross='1' href='\/blog\/toc\/'\nclass='quiet'>list of posts<\/a>, even though I didn't actually start a blog\nuntil a year later with my first post about <a nocross='1' class='quiet'\nhref='\/blog\/2005-04-01\/1'>buying a car in Japan<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n<p>There's nothing here of interest to anyone but me; I insert it here so\nthat it's together with my other posts (which are also of little interest\nto anyone but me :-)) <span class='editorial'>Any comments I add while posting this to my blog in February 2008 appear like this.<\/span>\n\n<\/p>\n\n<p>This was originally written just after we moved from California to\nJapan, so our days were dominated by jet lag, and trying to set up our\nlife and newly-acquired apartment. Anthony was 18 months old.<\/p>\n\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p>\n\nWe got a lot done today. It didn't start off well, as <a\nhref=\"\/blog\/2004-04-15\/720\" class='quiet'><span class='nobr'>I mentioned<\/span>\nbefore<\/a>, with Anthony up at 1am for two hours, then up for the day at\n5:30am. <span class='nobr'>The block<\/span> of ice we'd gotten the previous evening was still going\nstrong, though, so there were no worries about Anthony's milk supply.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nIt didn't go well for Fumie, either. While still in Cupertino, she'd order\nonline and had delivered <span class='nobr'>a futon<\/span> for herself, but it turned out to be too\nfirm, and she was quite uncomfortable. <span class='nobr'>She commandeered<\/span> my futon (the one <span class='nobr'>I\nwas<\/span> borrowing from Kuzuha) when we were up for Anthony at 2am.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nEventually we were all up and ready to go, and at 8:30 the three of us went\nout for our first morning stroll in our new town. <span class='nobr'>Our building<\/span> is on <span class='nobr'>a\none<\/span>-way street, which doesn't apply to pedestrians, of course, but <span class='nobr'>I wanted<\/span>\nto scope out streets that lead back toward the station, lest <span class='nobr'>I ever<\/span> need to\ngo pick up someone in the car. There are <span class='nobr'>a lot<\/span> of small one-way streets,\nand knowing <span class='nobr'>a route<\/span> ahead of time would be smart.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nRight outside the entrance to the apartment are the steps leading up to <span class='nobr'>a\nfamous<\/span> shrine (Shorenin). They must be <span class='nobr'>a bazillion<\/span> years old, and are\nthemselves famous enough to be written on some maps. There are some\n<b>huge<\/b> trees on either side (rare to find in Japan), and so the steps\ncombined with the trees and sun\/shadows makes for <span class='nobr'>a different<\/span> character\nduring different times of days. <span class='nobr'>We both whipped<\/span> out our cell phones and\ntook pictures (<a\nhref=\"\/i\/pic\/2004-04-16_08:40.52__00005.jpg\">here's\none<\/a>), as I'm sure we will many times to come. Once <span class='nobr'>I have<\/span> the time to\nfigure out how to download the pics from my phone (and have the time to do\nit), I'll start adding lots of pictures.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nIt's a bit odd trying to get used to always having <span class='nobr'>a camera<\/span> with you, or,\nat least, to get used to thinking to take advantage of it. For example, at\none point while running around, <span class='nobr'>I passed<\/span> <span class='nobr'>a sign<\/span> advertising <span class='nobr'>a store's<\/span>\nopening. Like many signs, they used <span class='nobr'>a large<\/span> splash of English to be cool,\nand garner attention. <span class='nobr'>And like many<\/span> such signs, there was <span class='nobr'>a slight<\/span> mistake:\nthe store's opening was proclaimed as a &#8220;GLAND OPENING&#8221; in large letters.\nAnyway, these types of mistakes are not rare, but nevertheless, <span class='nobr'>I snapped<\/span> <span class='nobr'>a\npicture<\/span> of it. Will have to figure out how to download from the phone.\n(<a href=\"\/i\/pic\/2004-04-16_12:28.33__00003.jpg\">it's here<\/a>)\n\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nBack to our stroll, at 8:30, there was almost no one out and about. Most\nparts of town were probably already well into their day's\nhustle-and-bustle, but this immediate area, with all its famous temples, is\nmore <span class='nobr'>a tourist<\/span> area, so gets started later, <span class='nobr'>I guess.<\/span> <span class='nobr'>But five minutes<\/span> out,\nwe turned down <span class='nobr'>a street<\/span> and saw huge throngs of women coming towards us, in\nwaves. <span class='nobr'>It turns<\/span> out that between them and us was <span class='nobr'>a women's<\/span> community\ncollege (along with <span class='nobr'>a women's<\/span> high school, and girl's middle school). <span class='nobr'>The thought<\/span> of <span class='nobr'>a women's<\/span> college close by brings <span class='nobr'>a smile<\/span> to an old man's heart\n<b><tt>\ud83d\ude42<\/tt><\/b>, but unfortunately, this college apparently doesn't\nhave particularly high standards, as the throngs of women we passed didn't\nseem to be, uh, cut from the highest standard of cloth. <span class='nobr'>I wouldn't<\/span> know how\nto describe it in Japanese, but in English I'd say that overally they\nseemed quite trailertrash-ish. <span class='nobr'>But the area<\/span> was beautiful, at least.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nAt one point we stopped by a small park to let Anthony run around. <span class='nobr'>The park was<\/span> small, but there was <span class='nobr'>a slide<\/span> and other play things. Of course, he makes\na B-line right for the exit every time we put him down. <span class='nobr'>It turned<\/span> out to be\nacross the street from <span class='nobr'>a government<\/span>-run daycare we'd heard about, so Fumie\nwent in to check it out. <span class='nobr'>She was gone<\/span> for quite <span class='nobr'>a while,<\/span> and <span class='nobr'>I passed<\/span> the\ntime chatting with the middle-aged lady who was tidying up the park, and an\nold lady walking her old but miniscule dog, &#8220;Andy&#8221;. They professed\namazement at my Japanese skills, as most people seem to kindly do, and\nfawned over Anthony, as most people can't help but to do\n<b><tt>\ud83d\ude42<\/tt><\/b>.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nOne issue that's been facing us is where to buy <span class='nobr'>a bicycle.<\/span> Everyone has\nthem, but apparently they materialize them out of thin air, because we\nhaven't been able to find any place close by that sells them. <span class='nobr'>I asked<\/span> the\nladies if there was <span class='nobr'>a bike<\/span> shop nearby, and they pointed me at one not too\nfar away, although to get there I'd have to double back toward the train\nstation (the back-way path to which I'd found and confirmed earlier in the\nwalk).\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nFumie eventually came out (with good news &mdash; despite being government run,\nit seemed to be <span class='nobr'>a very<\/span> good place, and although generally booked up, she\nwas able to schedule <span class='nobr'>a half<\/span> day next week &mdash; time we'll need to get stuff\ndone, or, more likely, to catch up on sleep). <span class='nobr'>We then set<\/span> out for the bike\nshop, but it turned out to be <span class='nobr'>a bike<\/span> <i>rental<\/i> shop. <span class='nobr'>We walked<\/span> around\nsome more, stopped for tea at <span class='nobr'>a specialty<\/span> shop, and eventually headed back\nhome to where Mom had just arrived from Kuzuha.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nIn order to sign up for my Alien Registration Card (something <span class='nobr'>I must<\/span> do\nwithin 90 days of arriving &mdash; <a\nhref=\"\/blog\/2006-05-18\/194\">they\nlook like this<\/a>), <span class='nobr'>I needed<\/span> two passport-type photos. So, while Fumie\nwent back to the apartment, <span class='nobr'>I headed<\/span> back toward the train station to see\nwhether <span class='nobr'>I could<\/span> find <span class='nobr'>a place<\/span> to get them taken. <span class='nobr'>I also wanted<\/span> to see whether <span class='nobr'>I could<\/span>\nfind <span class='nobr'>a bike<\/span> shop. <span class='nobr'>At the train<\/span> station, <span class='nobr'>I asked<\/span> at the info booth, and got\ndirections to <span class='nobr'>a place<\/span> to get the photos, and <span class='nobr'>a suggestion<\/span> about <span class='nobr'>a\ndepartment<\/span> store that sold bikes, but generally, they didn't know where <span class='nobr'>a\nbike<\/span> shop was, either. <span class='nobr'>I paid my<\/span> 700 yen ($7) and sat in the booth and got\nmy pictures in short order. <span class='nobr'>The department<\/span> store bikes were lacking, so <span class='nobr'>I\npassed<\/span> on them and walked all over the Kawaramachi\/Teramachi\/Oike area in\nsearch of <span class='nobr'>a bike<\/span> shop, but for naught. <span class='nobr'>I headed<\/span> back home to be there by\n2pm, for the 2-4pm delivery window of the fridge, washer\/dryer, and\nmicrowave.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nWhen the delivery people arrived, <span class='nobr'>I was surprised<\/span> to find that the elevator\nwas being worked on, and was out of order. We're on the 2nd floor, and so\npretty much needed the elevator. Luckily, they were able to put it back to\nworking order quickly, just so we could use it.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nThe fridge posed the biggest problem. <span class='nobr'>It turns<\/span> out that it could fit\nthrough the elevator doors (with only the thinnest margin to spare), but\nthe side wall of the elevator had <span class='nobr'>a hand<\/span> rail that stuck out, blocking its\npath. <span class='nobr'>I borrowed<\/span> <span class='nobr'>a screwdriver<\/span> from the one of the delivery guys and soon\nthe fridge was on the 2nd floor. Getting it in the house was <span class='nobr'>a larger<\/span>\nordeal, involving the temporary removal of <span class='nobr'>a few<\/span> parts of doors, but in the\nend, everything was installed just fine. <span class='nobr'>It would<\/span> take <span class='nobr'>a couple<\/span> of hours\nfor the fridge to be usable, but just having it there felt so much better.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nAt about 4pm, Fumie and I then headed out for the ward office (like <span class='nobr'>a city<\/span>\nhall, but for the local ward, of which Kyoto has six). <span class='nobr'>I registered<\/span> for my\nAlien Registration Card, and Fumie registered our family with the city\ngovernment. <span class='nobr'>The ward office<\/span> was unlike any government office I'd seen\nanywhere. Throughout our time there doing various things, no one treated us\nin the impersonal way government drones normally treat people &mdash; everyone\nwas very nice, helpful, and attentive. <span class='nobr'>To add to<\/span> the pleasure, they weren't\nwearing uniforms, either &mdash; they looked just like normal, nice people. <span class='nobr'>The lady that<\/span> helped with my registration was wearing <span class='nobr'>a big<\/span> sweatshirt and\nbaggy running sweats.\n\n<\/p><p id='robots-nocontent'>\n\nAt one point, it came up that <span class='nobr'>I had<\/span> to write my family members' names, and\n<span class='nobr'>I had<\/span> some amount of dyslexia about what to write. While in America, we use\n&#8220;Fumie Friedl&#8221; and &#8220;Anthony Friedl&#8221;, and we have documents and such to back\nup those names (Fumie's green card and driver's license; Anthony's birth\ncertificate and US passport). <span class='nobr'>But in Japan<\/span>, both use Matsunaka as their\nfamily name, and are registered as such with the Japanese government. Both\ntheir Japanese passports, however, note that &#8220;Friedl&#8221; is an associated name\n&mdash; their surname is listed as &#8220;MATSUNAKA(FRIEDL)&#8221;. This is different from a\n&#8220;Smith-Miller&#8221; type of name in The States &mdash; their surname is officially\n&#8220;MATSUNAKA&#8221;, but &#8220;(FRIEDL)&#8221; is there as an FYI point.\n\n<\/p><p id='robots-nocontent'>\n\nAnyway, amid my dyslexia, <span class='nobr'>I joked<\/span> with the big-sweatshirt lady that it'd be\nmuch more convenient if <span class='nobr'>I could<\/span> just use Matsunaka as my surname, and to my\nsurprise she said that <span class='nobr'>I could.<\/span> After some discussion with her and Fumie,\nit turns out that if <span class='nobr'>I filled<\/span> out such-and-such <span class='nobr'>a form,<\/span> then they'd add\nsomething to my Alien Registration Card under my name (which is written in\nEnglish, and as we know, FRIEDL is not necessarily readable by Americans,\nmuch less Japanese). Under my English name they'd write, in Japanese,\n&#8220;JEFFREY MATSUNAKA&#8221; (with &#8220;MATSUNAKA&#8221; being in Chinese Characters, as is\nnormal for Japanese, and &#8220;JEFFREY&#8221; being in the phonetic katakana script,\nwhich makes it sound like JE FU LEE). <span class='editorial'>(You can see the resulting card\n<a href=\"\/blog\/2006-05-18\/194\">on this post<\/a>)<\/span>\n\n<\/p><p id='robots-nocontent'>\n\nThe sum of it is that I can now legally use &#8220;Jeffrey Matsunaka&#8221; as my name\nin Japan. <span class='nobr'>My name hasn<\/span>'t changed &mdash; <span class='nobr'>I can<\/span> use &#8220;Jeffrey Friedl&#8221; as <span class='nobr'>I like,<\/span>\nbut Matsunaka is much more convenient. Also, <span class='nobr'>I like the<\/span> idea of sharing <span class='nobr'>a\nfamily<\/span> name with my family. <span class='nobr'>It just happens<\/span> to toggle between Friedl and\nMatsunaka, depending on what country we're in.\n\n<\/p><p id='robots-nocontent'>\n\nWe got a chance to use it a few minutes later when we moved to the next\nwindow over to sign up for the compulsory national health insurance. <span class='nobr'>As head of<\/span> household, it had to be in my name, and using Matsunaka made it\neasier. <span class='nobr'>Now every<\/span> time we use it, we don't have to get into <span class='nobr'>a long<\/span>\ndiscussion of how the insurance is in the name FRIEDL, but the user (Fumie\nor Anthony) has <span class='nobr'>a name<\/span> of MATSUNAKA. <span class='nobr'>As convenient<\/span> as it is, Fumie had to\nchuckle when she wrote &#8220;Jeffrey Matsunaka&#8221;, as it looks pretty strange when\nyou're used to Jeffrey Friedl.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nAt one point, we were asked what our (my) salary was last year. <span class='nobr'>The government<\/span> seems to ask <span class='nobr'>a lot,<\/span> mostly, I'm sure, to make sure that we have\nenough resources to support ourselves and not become <span class='nobr'>a welfare<\/span> case. So, <span class='nobr'>I'm used to<\/span> sort of rounding up, and including stock option stuff. That\nturned out to be <span class='nobr'>a mistake<\/span> this time, though, as the amount you pay for the\ninsurance is related to how much tax you paid the previous year. Since we\ndidn't pay anything, they could estimate what we would have paid. Oops.\nAfter some discussion, we revised the number down to include only taxable\nnormal salary. <span class='nobr'>I knew that<\/span> <span class='nobr'>I could<\/span> cut that number by 50% and still seem\nplausible, and <span class='nobr'>I know<\/span> that they have absolutely no way of checking, but\nthose darn scruples get in the way every time, so <span class='nobr'>I had<\/span> to give the right\nnumber. However, the lady who was helping us decided to round it down to\nthe nearest $10k level, ostensibly to make <span class='nobr'>a nice<\/span> round number, but mostly\nto be kind to us.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nI missed most of the discussion, but apparently she had <span class='nobr'>a hard<\/span> time\ndeciding how to go about this &mdash; should she charge us based upon my US\nsalary (the fee would end up being huge), or based upon the Japanese tax\npaid last year (zero, so the fee would be the minimum fee). Apparently, in\nthe end, she decided on the latter, and calculated that we should pay\n$1,300, the minimum for three people, for the next year's coverage. Sweet!\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nWe'd gotten there at about 4:15 or so, and they close at 5:00. After\ngetting so much done, we were the last to leave at about 5:20. <span class='nobr'>We felt great<\/span> to knock so many big-ticket items off our to-do list!\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nWe decided to check the yellow pages for <span class='nobr'>a bike<\/span> shop. <span class='nobr'>I'd checked<\/span> them\nearlier and found an add for <span class='nobr'>a company<\/span> that had <span class='nobr'>a main<\/span> shop, and half <span class='nobr'>a\ndozen<\/span> sub shops. <span class='nobr'>I figured<\/span> that they must be big, so we thought we'd go\nthere. <span class='nobr'>We called<\/span> and got directions, and took <span class='nobr'>a taxi<\/span> there. <span class='nobr'>The taxi we<\/span> got\nhappened to be from the &#8220;MK Taxi&#8221; company, which was lucky, since they are\n10% cheaper than everyone else (who charges the maximum tarries allowed by\nlaw, as one would expect most taxi companies in the world to do). <span class='nobr'>The driver<\/span> was <span class='nobr'>a woman,<\/span> which is extremely rare. <span class='nobr'>She was very<\/span> talkative, but\nhad such <span class='nobr'>a nice<\/span> personality that what would have been annoying with most\ntaxi rides turned out to be <span class='nobr'>a fun<\/span> discussion among the three of us. <span class='nobr'>I happened<\/span> to ask what &#8220;MK&#8221; stood for, and as <span class='nobr'>a bit<\/span> of trivia, the answer is\nthat it's the name they came up with when Minami Taxi and Katsura Taxi\ncombined. Oh, and one more interesting thing about the taxi &mdash; there was <span class='nobr'>a\nsign<\/span> posted inside that said passengers wearing formal kimono get <span class='nobr'>a 10<\/span>%\ndiscount. That's <span class='nobr'>a nice<\/span> cultural touch. <span class='nobr'>I asked,<\/span> but it turns out that the\n&#8220;My Yahoo!&#8221; T-Shirt <span class='nobr'>I was<\/span> wearing didn't count. <tt><b>\ud83d\ude42<\/b><\/tt>\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nAt the bike shop, we had a number of possibly conflicting issues to\nresolve. <span class='nobr'>We wanted<\/span> to be able to transport Anthony, and they have methods\nthat allow the baby seat to attach to the front handlebars, or above the\nrear wheel (behind the main seat). Having him in front leaves the rear for\nan adult passenger, or perhaps <span class='nobr'>a large<\/span> basket for carrying groceries. <span class='nobr'>The negative<\/span> point about having him in the front, besides the fact that it\nmakes control of the bicycle more difficult, is that it can generally be\nused only up to about two years old (he's now almost one year 5 months), so\nwe wouldn't get much use out of it.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nOther things to decide included what style of seat and handlebars\n(straight-across bar, or old-style wrap around), how many speeds\n(zero-speed are the most common, but three-speed versions are available),\nand color. <span class='nobr'>It turned<\/span> out that there were many little points to decide on,\nincluding what kind of wheel locks, the kickstand, <span class='nobr'>a handlebar<\/span> lock (to\nstop the bike from flip-flopping when on the kickstand, when putting in\ngroceries and\/or babies), the kind of lights to put on, and the basic frame\ntype. What would be called a &#8220;girls bike&#8221; in The States is popular here\namong both genders because there's no cross-frame tube (between the seat\nand the handlebars) and so the bike can be mounted without swinging your\nfeet over the seat &mdash; <span class='nobr'>a very<\/span> nice feature when there's <span class='nobr'>a baby<\/span> sitting\nthere.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nIn the end, after quite a bit of discussion, Fumie decided on what she\nwanted. Unfortunately, it would have to be ordered, and would be delivered\nin about <span class='nobr'>a week.<\/span> <span class='nobr'>It came to<\/span> about $370.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nWhat to get for me was a bit more difficult, since <span class='nobr'>I needed<\/span> <span class='nobr'>a larger<\/span> size. <span class='nobr'>The standard<\/span> adult size uses <span class='nobr'>a 26<\/span>&quot;  wheel (and they really do use inches to\nmeasure, although they are mostly used as named sizes rather than normal\nunits of length). This is <span class='nobr'>a bit<\/span> cramped for me, but larger sizes are not\ncommonly available. They make up to <span class='nobr'>a 28<\/span>&quot;  wheel, but the store had none in\nstock. They did have <span class='nobr'>a few<\/span> 27&quot;  bikes, and <span class='nobr'>I could<\/span> try one. The 1&quot;\ndifference in wheel size is not really relevant, but the related difference\nin frame size is substantial, as everything is made larger. The 27&quot;  bike <span class='nobr'>I\ntried<\/span> seemed to fit fine, but it wasn't the three-speed that <span class='nobr'>I wanted.<\/span> <span class='nobr'>I would<\/span> have like to have gotten the same thing that Fumie got, except larger\n(and except not the forest green that Fumie ordered, but the sort of rich\ndark orange that would have matched my cell phone perfectly\n<tt><b>\ud83d\ude42<\/b><\/tt>), but Bridgestone didn't make <span class='nobr'>a larger<\/span> size of that\nbike.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nSomewhere along the line of trying to figure out exactly what to order, one\nof the shop clerks noticed <span class='nobr'>a three<\/span>-speed 27&quot; bike off in the corner\nsomewhere, and it turned out to be what <span class='nobr'>I wanted<\/span> (except was <span class='nobr'>a boring<\/span>\nsilver color). <span class='nobr'>I added<\/span> <span class='nobr'>a baby<\/span> seat behind the main seat, <span class='nobr'>a red<\/span> LED flashing\nlight in the rear (that goes on automatically when it's dark and movement\nis detected), <span class='nobr'>a cable<\/span> lock and <span class='nobr'>a beefer<\/span> wheel lock, and <span class='nobr'>a little<\/span> electric\nspeedometer \/ trip meter. <span class='nobr'>It all came<\/span> to about $270. They installed it all\nfor us, and by the time we got out of there at 7:40, the shop had been\nclosed for 40 minutes.\n\n<\/p><p>\n\nFumie took a taxi home, while <span class='nobr'>I rode<\/span> home what turned out to be 5km. <span class='nobr'>It took about<\/span> 20 minutes (an average of 9mph). <span class='nobr'>I stopped<\/span> by the local Lawsons\nto get stuff to fill the fridge up with, but still made it home before\nFumie (who also stopped by one of the convenience stores). Anthony was, as\nseems to be usual, sleeping in the stroller by the front door, after having\nfallen asleep on <span class='nobr'>a stroll<\/span> with Mom. <span class='nobr'>I moved<\/span> him to his futon, had <span class='nobr'>a shower,<\/span>\nate dinner, wrote <span class='nobr'>a bit<\/span> of this diary, and went to bed.<\/p>\n\n\n<p><i><a href='\/blog\/2004-04-17\/722'>Continued here...<\/a><\/i><\/p>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The text of this post was originally written in April, 2004 as part of an online diary I kept before I actually started my blog. I'd forgotten about it until I ran across it in February 2008. I inserted it into my blog then, assigning dates appropriate to the content instead of to the time I actually added it. 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