In Alphabetical Order

 

              Once, I worked for a video game company as a scriptwriter. In the process for making a game, the director wanted to change voice actors. We had already recorded all the voices. Then he decided to find a new voice actor and have us rerecord just his voices. The director didn’t participate in the recording. When he listened to the recorded voices, he was surprised.

              “What the heck? He was the best actor at the audition. But his acting is not good. How can he become a bad actor like this?”

              I also listened to his voice acting. I used to be a stage actor. I also thought his acting was unnatural, but I didn’t feel he was a bad actor. It was not an issue of good or bad acting. I suspected he didn’t have enough information for acting out the scenes.

              I asked the director, “Let me see the script the voice actor worked on.”

              I read the script. Then I solved the mystery. The script got rid of the lines of the other voice actors. Only his lines had been printed out. Furthermore, the lines had been printed out in alphabetical order. The first line was “A!” The second line was “Aa!” Dear friends, most of you are theater people. Most of you can understand what kind of mistake the company did.

              The company had already recorded the other voice actors’ voices. So they had assumed the new actor needed a script with just his lines. It looked efficient. Furthermore, they had printed out the lines in alphabetical order. It was simply a mistake. I don’t know anyone who would write a script in Excel in the theater world, but some video game scriptwriters write their scripts in Excel because it is easy to process with other software. Excel has a function that arranges everything in alphabetical order. Someone who worked for our company had accidentally used that function.

              Actors are not machines that pronounce written letters. They deeply read the situations of the stories, their co-actors’ lines, and their relations. They synthesize this information and act out their reactions. Actors can’t read even the shortest lines without another actor’s lines. Actors “give” lines to other actors. Actors “accept” lines from other actors. This is fundamental knowledge about acting.

              The people who worked for the video game company didn’t have acting experience. They didn’t know this simple fundamental lesson. Even if they had already recorded the other actors’ voices, they should have printed out the other actors’ lines on his script, or they should have let him listen to the other voice actors’ voices. Arranging his lines in alphabetic order was just ridiculous. Actors are not psychics.

              The voice actor should have said, “This script doesn’t make any sense. I can’t act with such a script,” but I guess it was too difficult for him to say. Only a famous or experienced voice actor could say that. The young voice actor needed to try his best without the essential information for acting. Pathetic!

              Now I’ve left theater. I’ve always felt that most Japanese people don’t know about acting. Many people fall for the “Hey, it me!” scam in Japan. I believe the reason why must be the lack of fundamental knowledge about acting. People easily believe in cheap acting by frauds. People have to study acting as part of their compulsory education.

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Big Justice and Small Justice

 

              The coming-of-age ceremony is popular in Japan. We have Coming-of-Age Day as a national holiday. The ceremony is usually held at a public hall in the celebrants’ hometown. It could be a kind of class reunion. Most of the attendants might not have seen one another after graduation from junior high school.

              When I was twenty, the ceremony committee invited me to give a speech at the ceremony. I didn’t know why they had chosen me. We didn’t have cellphones in those days. The committee called our home. I was absent. My mother answered the phone. She immediately refused the offer.

              This was my mother’s assertion: “My son is still just a student. Someone who already works as a member of society should give the speech. You must find someone else.”

              I was not interested in giving a speech. I didn’t mind that, but she should not have done that. Even if she had a good reason, she should not have refused an official offer for an adult family member. She should have kept the message and waited for me to get home. She could have given me the message and added her wonderful idea. She should have let me decide that as an adult.

              In our coming-of-age ceremony, one of my best friends, Mr. A, gave the speech instead of me. I loved that idea. I looked forward to his speech. He was better than me. He was also a student from a prestigious university. He was popular among us. He was a wonderful, witty fellow. I still remember his outstanding campaign speech for the student council when we were elementary students.

              This time, however, his speech was not attractive. He just kept mentioning traffic safety. I thought he was not enjoying his speech. What was happening? After the ceremony, I talked with Mr. A personally. He explained the reason. Some policemen had checked his draft for the speech, and they made some revisions. Finally, most of his speech became about traffic safety.

              I understand why the policemen did that. Our prefecture, Aichi, was the worst prefecture in Japan with regard to traffic accidents, with the highest number of people dying every year. The policemen needed to take care of tragic traffic accidents. They really wanted to tell young people about traffic safety, but no adult should be forced to revise a draft for their speech. Even if they have good reasons, it doesn’t mean they can do anything.

              I am older now. I always think our society should be like this and that people should do this, but I want to take care not to let big justice trample on small justice.

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The Color of the Floor

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 There is a stage when an Alzheimer’s disease patient needs 24-7 care. At this stage, the patient can go out by themselves, but they can’t come home by themselves. Someone has to keep watching the patient 24-7. But the stage would end in a few years.

 In the next stage, the caregiver will be released from watching duty. The patient will lose energy to go out by themselves. In my mother’s case, those were easy days. But they were short.

 In the next stage, we had to face another difficult problem. We needed help in my mother’s toileting. She couldn’t recognize a toilet. She started using inappropriate places as her toilet. Cleaning up my mother’s toilet’s fault was one of the most disgusting jobs I’ve done in my life.

 To avoid this, we had to lead her to a toilet very often. But it was better than 24-7 care. At least, we could rest for a while during non-toilet time.

My mother’s disease became worse. Leading her to the toilet became more difficult day by day.

One day, I noticed that she always stops at the same place in our house on the way to the toilet. The place was the borderline between the living room and the corridor. She always stops at the borderline and climbs over it as if there was a difference in level.

The colors of the floor were different on the living room and on the corridor. Alzheimer’s disease patients find it difficult to distinguish the differences between a color change and a difference in level. Doctors call this depth perception disorder.

We can remember the colors of the floors and the differences in level in our house, but a patient with Alzheimer’s can’t memorize them. My mother found a color change on the floor. She worried it could be a difference in level, so she needed to be careful.

That made this job difficult. But we couldn’t renovate our house. Every time she stops at the borderline, I tell her, “It is safe. It is safe. There is no difference in level. It’s flat. Just walk through.”

If I knew it would happen, I would’ve made the floor in the house the same color.

My friends, when buying your final house, please choose one that has floors of the same color.

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Something That Has Eyes

 

 When my family moved into our new home, the moving company said, “If you have something you want to throw away, we can dispose the articles, except for those that have eyes, particularly dolls and pictures.” They said they couldn’t dispose even stuffed toys and posters of singing idols.

 Let us think like we are workers in a moving company. If we dispose articles like dolls and pictures, they could be precious dolls and memorable pictures of someone whom we had never met. It could be spooky.

 My grandaunt didn’t have a child. After her passing, I cleared up her house. I commuted to her house once a week. It took about two years. Of course, I recycled those I could recycle. I separated her waste.

 Her husband, my granduncle, was a photo processing shopkeeper. His hobby was photography. There were many photos in her house. I put off disposing the photos because I assumed it was an easy job. I never had a spooky feeling about the photos. My granduncle was my good friend. He would never curse me. Unfortunately, when I was almost finished clearing up the house, I became sick. I stayed in a hospital for a long time.

 We should not leave a house empty for a long time. From the hospital, I asked my wife to employ a clearing up company. I didn’t think about the photos.

 The clearing company invited a Buddhist monk. The monk chanted a sutra for the photos. Of course, we needed to pay him extra. I am not stingy, but if I discarded the photos at first, we didn’t need any religious ceremony.

Dear friends, if you move or clear up things left by deceased people, you should discard those that have eyes first. These things should be handled by close people.

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Way of Using Chopsticks

 

 We, Japanese, basically use chopsticks. There is a right way to use chopsticks, but some of us don’t know how.

 Once I read an interview article. In the article, a Japanese CEO said, “I will never hire a person who uses chopsticks the wrong way. Their parents had tried to educate them on how to use chopsticks correctly, but they refused to accept the education. Educating this kind of people is a waste of time.”

 When I read this article, I thought the CEO was stupid. I know many excellent people who use chopsticks in a unique way. There are many examples in different fields. Some had done a great achievement differently from the traditional way. We should not evaluate people just because of how they use chopsticks.

 I talked to one of my friends about this idea. His response was an unexpected one:

“What? The company gives opportunity to have a meal with the CEO before the job offer?”

 He was a jobseeker during the financial crisis in 2008.

 The CEO may be stupid, but at least the company is careful about employment.

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Punishment

 

 We have a huge Multiplex in my town. I watched the newest Star Wars movie there. I am a big fun of the Star Wars series.

 In front of the entrance of the theater, Kylo Ren was standing. He was a costumed actor. He must be from a promoting company. I used to work as a costumed actor. One of the good things about this work is feeling like a star. When I wore a costume popular among children, they treated me like their close friend. I was a superstar.

 But I felt pity for the actor playing Kylo Ren. Most people didn’t pay attention to him. When I aimed my camera at him, he struck a pose. If I asked him to take pictures with me, he might say OK. But no one asked him to take a picture at that time. If he was C-3PO, R2-D2, or Chewbacca, he could mingle with people nicely. But why Kylo Ren?

 Kylo Ren is not popular among children. Even I don’t know how to react to him. He killed his father! Is he good or evil? Is he Jedi or Sith? If he was an attractive character like his father or grandfather, the whole new story could be more attractive.

 The old Japanese education system implemented a standing punishment. Teachers forced students to stand up for a long time as a punishment.

 It is possible to imagine that he was not standing there just for promotion. Some mysterious power forced him to stand as a punishment.

 

My Grandfather’s Gun

 

 In 2000, we decided to give up the house where my grandparents lived. In those days, I lived far away from them but visited the house sometimes to help them clear up. Before starting to clear up the house, my grandmother said to me, “There is a gun somewhere in this house. Please find it. Then bring it to a police station.”

 I was surprised. In Japan, having a gun is strictly forbidden. Actually, I had never touched any gun at that time.

 My grandfather passed away during World War 2 when my mother was only at the first grade of elementary school. I never met him. That was my grandfather’s gun. I started to look for it. I just imagined, if I were my grandfather, where would I hide the gun in this house? Somehow, I found the gun easily. I also found some paper beside it. I read it and was surprised. The letter was the key which changed our family history.

 The letter was my grandmother’s answer to the marriage proposal from my grandfather. In the letter, my grandmother set one condition to accept the proposal. “My younger sister wants to be a medical doctor. But our parents are opposed to it. If you support her financially, I will marry you.”

 Her sister, my grandaunt, was a medical doctor. My grandfather must have kept his word.

 But I wondered why the letter and the gun were side by side. First of all, why did he have a gun?

 This is my guess. During the war, Japanese society was so confused. My grandfather was seriously ill, and he knew he would die in the near future. My father thought about committing a forced family suicide. It is no wonder that he thought it was cruel to leave his wife and small child in that chaos. They were a family of three. I found three bullets in the house.

 He might have repeatedly watched the gun and the letter. Finally, he might have given up the idea of suicide and chose to die because of the illness.

 My grandfather! You did the right thing! My grandmother! You wrote a great letter! If my grandfather committed family suicide when my mother was an elementary student, I wouldn’t be alive.

 Clearing up an old house sometimes gives us a surprising gift!

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