JASC, Days 17 - 29 Missoula; Seattle; and Boston
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Higachi and I woke up at around 8 in the morning. Our host mother, Caitlin Pulleyblank, took us to the farmer’s market in downtown Missoula. The market was truly spectacular! There were so many different kinds of local fruits and vegetables available for purchase. If there was one thing in Missoula that I would love to have available to me constantly it would be the farmer’s market.
In the afternoon we met up with another homestay group consisting of Masato Nihira, Yukio Iseki, and Greg Schuster. Together we traveled a ways up the Clark Fork River where we would launch our white-water rafting experience. To my surprise, the time we spent on the river paddling was one of the most memorable things about the conference. All in all we spent about 5 hours on the river, paddling when we had to and battling rapids at other times. At various points during the trip we took turns swimming downstream and we even stopped on a small beach to have a lovely lunch.
We ended the evening with a small houseparty at the other homestay’s family house. The food was good, the conversation was cheerful, and the games we played that night were very memorable. I was really worried coming into the homestay that I would not enjoy it—boy was I wrong! Saturday, August 9, was one of the best days for me.

Higachi in our Host Mother’s kitchen
Sunday, August 10, 2008
I had to fight with Higachi to put off waking up until 8:30 AM. After a short breakfast and some interesting conversation with our host mother we headed back to the Missoula Children’s Theatre to rendezvous with the rest of the delegation. Higachi and I got there about an hour early, so we decided to walk around and explore downtown Missoula. The trip included a stop at a local book store to browse their wares as well as a refreshing coffee trip.

Our Host Mother, Higachi and myself
In the afternoon after checking in to our hotels (the groups were split between two hotels separated by about 3 blocks) we all headed out to the Western Montana Fair. I have a more explicit write up of the Western Montana Fair posted here. It’s a bit long, so if you want to read it feel free, otherwise skip ahead to the next set of pictures and continue from there.
The atmosphere of the fair was quite lively. The midway was lined with skill games of all types, a fun and diverse selection of food shops, and a variety of amusement rides, some benign and others absolutely terrifying. Off of the midway there was a grandstand where the delegates were able to witness a truly impressive selection of American culture.
At the entry gate to the fair there was a pair of booths which had some very interesting entertainers. Almost as soon as the delegation entered the fairgrounds an entertainer appeared with a pocketful of magic. The man, a magician, made a deck of cards disappear within its packaging before our watchful eyes. Later, the man would surprise the crowd with another exciting trick in addition to singing a rendition of “I Can Show You the JASC,” the theme song from the American delegate’s skit this year.
Many delegates immediately crowded the carnival games located all across the park. Some required delegates to throw darts at balloons in an attempt to pop them while others had squirt guns which had to be aimed at a very specific target in order to win a race between cartoon cats. One of the American Executive Committee members, Joshua Turner, walked away from a game of basketball toss carrying a stuffed animal—a lizard named Amu. Many delegates walked away with similar prizes, and almost everyone got enjoyment out of watching certain members play the games.
Another aspect of the fair which was of particular interest to the delegation was the amusement rides. Some rides, such as bumper cars, were rather gentle. Many riders walked away from these attractions with a sense of enjoyment. However, there was a darker side to the fair. Towering high above the rest of the grounds were rides such as The Zipper, a terrifying oval shaped piece of equipment which rocked riders upside-down and all-around in what appeared to be an everlasting ride; the Pound Tilt, which spun riders in a circle at an incredible speed in order to keep them in their seats while they were tilted at an angle reminiscent of 90 degrees; and the Kamikaze, which swung riders around back-and-forth in a 360 degree circle. Although these frightening rides were often the hardest to get on, they yielded the biggest reaction from the delegates, some of whom had trouble standing immediately after departing.
The food at the fair was comprised of a long line of shops providing an interesting selection. Among such fascinating foods were fry bread, Greek fries, and tater pigs. Many of the delegates were turned off by the idea of such food, but still found the concepts interesting. One delegate from Japan, Moto Ono, commented on the fry bread and its immense size. In addition to rare foods there were also the staple foods of carnivals such as lemonade, cotton candy, and sno-cones.
An exceptionally interesting part of the fair took place in the grandstand. This year’s delegates were able to partake in the viewing of a demolition derby—a thrilling spectacle in which cars compete in a free-for-all tournament by ramming each other at high speeds in order to disable the other cars. The demolition derby consisted of three heats of eight cars going at each other. There were two consolation rounds in which the losers of the previous heats competed in an attempt to take home some pride. The derby ended with a thrilling finale in which the last standing cars completed their destructive mission. The demolition derby produced mixed feelings amongst the JASC delegates. Some Japanese delegates absolutely loved the carnage produced in the free-for-all while other Japanese delegates were with little understanding of the meaning behind the spectator’s sport. American delegates were similarly torn on the issue. Some of the American students enjoyed the competition in the beginning, but tired of it eventually. Others stayed glued to their seats the entire time. Regardless of how the JASC delegates felt about the demolition derby, nobody can doubt that a truly unique aspect of American culture was shared during the event.
The Western Montana Fair was an interesting experience for every delegate that attended and could be referred to as a smashing success overall. Many of the Japanese delegates walked away with a new sense of American tradition which had not been gained at the Los Angeles and Portland sites. Many American delegates from the coasts walked away with a greater understanding of Middle-America. It is important to remember that although the Western Montana Fair is quite the slice of American culture, it is not something which necessarily represents the culture of America as a whole.

Nancy and Aya on the bumper cars

Confederate Car @ the Demolition Derby

The most ridiculous ticket pricing scheme ever!
After the demolition derby Nancy and I decided to head back to the hotel a little early. It was about a 3 mile walk and we thought we might enjoy it. We chatted the whole way back until we reached a lovely little bridge which approached downtown Missoula. The bridge overlooked an outdoor amphitheatre in which the Missoula City Symphony was playing. Nancy and I stopped and watched for an hour or so, waiting for the sun to descend behind the mountains.

Amphitheatre Crowd

Someone beautiful, listening to the medley…
We played cards till about 2 AM that morning… As I’ve told a few others, if I had to pick one day in my life that’s been mostly perfect it would have been this day. Every moment spent was truly enjoyed and treasured to its fullest.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Not much in the morning on Monday. We spent about 7 hours in roundtables. Good discussion, but not worth mentioning here.
In the afternoon we went to a location named “Free Cycles” and ended up building bikes from spare parts. I failed pretty miserably, but ended up with a bike to ride around any way. The staff (mostly volunteer) at the bike shop was very helpful. I spent most of the time riding my bike around outside after I’d gotten it. Highlights of the afternoon include me kicking Schlachet’s butt in a bike race (in all fairness, I had a really good bike).
Of every night I spent during the conference this one was probably the most meaningful… That night in Missoula there was a meteor shower. Most people on the conference made plans to climb a nearby mountain and watch from high above the city. A group consisting of Aya, Sam, Nancy and Myself left a little bit earlier than the rest. The climb up was arduous and a little scary because it was night. I never did reach the high point of the mountain, but I can say that the company I shared that night with was spectacular. We sat a ways up on the mountain and chatted for hours. We didn’t really watch the meteor shower, but we did watch the cityscape. We shared a lot that night and turned a trip up the mountain into one of my fondest memories.

Yeah, we hiked up there…

And it looked spectacular…
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Tuesday was a pretty fun day. In the morning our group split into two separate groups (one went on environmental related adventures and the other went on a war and peace adventure). I attended the environmental course. First we went to a group of individuals who is currently investing their time and abilities in alternative energies. As a rapid environmentalist I found this discussion to be hopelessly engaging. I wish that the quality of their ideas were higher in my own opinion, but that’s another matter entirely. After that we traveled to the Milltown Superfund Site. Milltown’s aquifer had been shut down several years ago to allow for the removal of toxic materials to begin from a mining accident back in 1908. I couldn’t help but think of the civil action litigation by the citizens of Woburn as documented in the novel A Civil Action. The day ended with a stop at the Smokejumpers center. Not much to report here—just some cool fire gear.

Alternative Energy Guy

WIND!

SUN!

Captain… ISEKI?

A view of the Milltown Aquifer

ME!

One of the numerous ODD posters at the Smokejumpers presentation… really, just read that.

Another one…

Hide, lifting an 80 lb pack
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Another 80 hours of roundtable in the morning and afternoon. Again, not much to report on there. In the evening we had a screening of a documentary on the Libby Superfund Site and its relation to the Japanese city of Minamata (pronounced ME-NA-MA-TA, NOT MINIMATA). The documentary was fascinating, but what was more significant was the discussion panel that spoke with us afterwards. Three local citizens from Missoula spoke about how we could continue to be environmentally conscious throughout the coming years. I was impressed with one of the panelists (the other two… well, that’s ok).
In the evening we had special topics. Yu led a special topics group on postwar Japanese politics. It was a little dry at first, but very informative. Snaps to Yu for being so knowledgeable. Also, the conversation picked up very well after a bit of toying around with ideas. I went swimming on Wednesday night at the hotel pool. Schlachet jumped in with his cell phone and ruined it. We ragged on him until he bought a new one in Boston. It was pretty funny.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Thursday marked our *supposedly* final day in Montana. The day consisted of one long environmental forum. Honestly, it was mostly a rehash of the previous evening’s panel discussion with a keynote presentation from one of Montana’s professors who had shared in receiving the Nobel Peace Prize recently. Dinner went agonizingly long as that evening our RT still had to meet and write a script for our final forum presentation. Oh my…
A few of us went out to the bar after the environmental forum. I ended up hanging out with Nancy and Sam and heading back to the hotels at about 2. I didn’t sleep on Thursday night—we had to leave the hotels at 3:30 for the airport.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Friday begins a long period of days that blend together in my mind. It also starts a period of extreme sleep deprivation. As I said, I didn’t sleep on Thursday, so I tend to see Thursday and Friday as one entity. We arrived at the airport at about 4:30 – 5:00 AM. Our flight was scheduled to leave at about 7:00. Our flight never left. A broken oil hose on the flight delayed and, eventually, canceled our departure. We were trapped… in Montana.
The airport got us space at the local Holiday Inn as we waited for news of another flight to come through. Meanwhile, the Japadele had already boarded their plane and were on the way to Boston. Many of us who were left behind slept in the hotel lobby. Others waited anxiously. A chosen few (myself included) discovered Taco del Sol. It was a real treat for lunch, but probably a 3 mile walk. By the time we’d arrived back at the hotel the group was about to begin boarding a transport shuttle back to the airport. We had secured a 7 PM flight out of Montana to Seattle.
After the short puddle jump from Montana to Seattle we discovered that we still didn’t have a flight to Boston… and thus our 5th site during the conference was created. We moved to a hotel not far from Seatac airport and began a comfortable stay. In lieu of sleeping until about 3 AM I decided it would be fun to work on roundtable things. My mistake.

I told you I didn’t know IF we’d be back again…
Saturday, August 16, 2008
We were woken by a call to the room rather early, I thought. About 9:30 AM, if I recall correctly. Six and a half hours of sleep was pretty good by my standards at the time. After breakfast we split into roundtable groups and had exciting sessions throughout the rest of the day. In all honesty, there wasn’t much we could do due to the lack of our Japadele companions. Our RT scrapped what little work we did achieve and transferred our efforts into further practice and skit refinement.
Later that day a large group of Amedeles went to downtown Seattle. I stayed in favor of resting. I hung out with Ashley, Nancy, Hidemi and Turner for most of the afternoon but was unable to gleen more sleep from the situation. Pity of pities, I suspect.
We departed as a group from Seattle airport on a red eye to Boston. Some creative seat switching got me into a pretty comfortable situation for our 5 hours of flight. This was probably one of my favorite flights, just because of how peaceful it was on the plane and how cute all the sleeping people were. Of course, sitting in between Hidemi and Nancy was a pretty nice touch as well. Hidemi looks so cute when he sleeps in his little brown outfit… that he wore all day… yuck. Actually, now that I think about it, sitting next to Hidemi was kind of gross! At one point in the evening I woke up and placed my hand on his shoulder, asking: “dare,” in an attempt to make fun of him for doing something similar to Josh Schlachet when they had to sleep in the same bed the previous night. It’s probably not funny to the lay-reader, but to a JASCer it may cause laughter.

Seattle, yo.

T&M worked really hard here (notice Greg, just chilling)

And Chien, also just chilling… And I was taking photos.
Of course… Nancy worked really hard too…

Wait, what?
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Again, Saturday blends into Sunday due to our plane ride. We arrived in Boston at around 7 in the morning and made our way to Suffolk. I spent some time in my room before hanging out with Nancy a bit in Boston Commons. In the afternoon we traveled to Harvard University where we were given a quick tour of the sites. We had some roundtable time and then presentations from local Japanese student organizations. I was rather surprised with how advanced some of the students were.
In the evening we had rules laid down for executive committee elections. I still wasn’t sure whether or not I was going to run. The responsibility and weight of the situation was really taking its toll on me at the time. I wasn’t comfortable making the decision quickly either due to my lack of sleep.
Monday, August 18, 2008
On Monday we had tea with professors at Harvard. I sat in with Professor Andrew Gordon and listened to his thoughts on how history pervades modernity. It was a very interesting conversation about the sort of dialogue that goes on between historians both young and old. My mind was satisfied, but it seemed to me as though tea was over all too quickly.
In the afternoon we visited Boston City Hall. I enjoyed a speech by the head of the Board of Elections as well as an elections commissioner. The talk was rather bland, but informative none-the-less. I asked several hardball questions about the validity of their voting machines but I received few substantive answers. It was a little bit depressing, actually. After the visit was over Sam and I walked back to Suffolk. We walked through a few graveyards and saw such historic sites as Sam Adam’s grave, the gravesite of the Boston Massacre victims, and the grave of Paul Revere. Absolutely gorgeous… The history of the United States which is contained in Boston is really quite amazing.

Aya outside of City Hall

Wooh elections!!!

Exactly…

Paul Revere…

Boston Massacre…
In the evening we finished preparing our final forum presentations for our roundtables. My roundtable project was completed, mercifully, by 10 PM. Many other groups worked late into the evening to get things finished. I spent the rest of my night hanging out with Chien, Ryusuke, Iseki, Nancy, and Schlachet. Nancy and I walked around downtown Boston for perhaps an hour and fully enjoyed ourselves. That night I went back to my room briefly and read over a very popular Frost poem. I then decided I would actually be running for the executive committee for the 61st JASC. Yet another memorable night in the big picture of the conference.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Tuesday was the big day—our final forum presentation. I fell in love with Vivaldi on the subway on the way to the presentation. It was really quite a fun ride. We listened to Ezra Vogel give a keynote speech and then gave our own roundtable presentations. I’ve included the T&M final forum presentation here. That guy speaking at the beginning is, in fact, me.

Ezra Vogel
T&M Final Forum Presentation

Samantha Scully, closing Final Forum
After the final forum we had two reflection speeches given by Rachel and Sayaka. The latter of the speeches made many in the audience (myself included) cry. After getting a bit worked up Nancy invited me on a walk around the block a few times to help me collect myself before executive committee elections. The walk was very calming to me and gave me a good chance to gather my thoughts into a coherent speech.
Rachel’s Final Forum Reception Speech
Sayaka’s Final Forum Reception Speech

T&M After Final Forum
EC elections rocked and by that evening we knew who our 16 new EC were. I was one of the lucky 8 on the American side (almost every American delegate ran). The new EC spent the rest of the night working out a rudimentary hierarchy and then spending time with the rest of the delegates. Another late night…
Wednesday, August 20 – Thursday, August 21, 2008
This is one of the rare occasions during the conference that I will say I regretted something. By becoming EC we had to forego on the day of fun activities that the rest of the delegates had. Whilst the majority of the delegates spent time enjoying cultural exhibits like the Boston Museum of Fine Arts and the Boston Aquarium, the new EC spent time planning for next year’s conference. This is, in fact, my biggest single regret of the whole conference—that instead of spending time with other delegates the new EC had to plan for next year. It was a necessary sacrifice, and I understood going into the elections that it would happen. Still, I have the regret.
The 20th was our last day together as a group. We had a talent show and final reflection in the evening. Each act was splendid, though I am having trouble remembering them all. Some of the highlights include Takuma Tanaka, the fabulous juggler; Yuri Takeuchi and Edward Phillips performing a song from Les Miserables; Hide and Iseki doing standup comedy; and Yu and Yumie performing the Japanese Tea Ceremony. Each act was really spectacular and the whole show ended with Charity and Reina performing their version of the Colbie Caillet song “Realize” on a rather out of tune piano. The closing act of the talent show was so meaningful and touching… I have a video of it, but I am not sure that I want to upload it. We all started swaying and singing along with Reina and Charity… hahahaha.

The 61st Executive Committee
Final reflection was touching. There is nothing else to be said about it.
Wednesday and Thursday blend into each other as well. We all stayed up late into the evening writing JASC mail. Some groups left at 3:00 AM, others at 6:00 AM, and a final group left at 9:00 AM. I left with the last group. By the time we arrived at the airport there were only five delegates there. Ed, Nancy, Greg, Turner, and myself. Ed and Turner departed for different terminals and Greg had to wait to check in for several hours. That left only Nancy and I to wait for our departure. It was a very touching farewell, and possibly the best way to leave things.

The 60th Japan America Student Conference
I intend to type a final reflection the event during my plane ride to Japan… which happens in about 2.5 hours. Take care.






















































