Wednesday, July 27, 2016

This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things.

Should I acknowledge that I skipped a week on the blog?  I mean, we all know it’s because of PokémonGo right?  Yes, we all also know I’m a grown ass woman who *should* be beyond childish video games, but we also all know that I flipping love Pokemon and as a grown-ass adult woman I’m allowed to have weird hobbies and interests because you most certainly have them and you just don’t blog about me so LET ME LIVE.

*ahem*  sorry okay I’m fine.

There are certainly more phone zombies out on the streets, but I have to say that I’m really happy to have had such an easy in to conversations with native Japanese people in the park lately, and I’m particularly pleased as punch over the gym I won yesterday with the help of the oldest, most turtled little obaasan lady.  #TeamInstinct.  And that’s all I have to say about Pokemans.

So yesterday I returned home from a walk to put my key in the lock when I overheard the worst noise any cat owner can hear -if you’ve ever had a cat, you know the noise- it’s the “URK - URK - URK” that immediately proceeds an epic cat vomit.  Your response to this sound might, like me, be to find the offending feline as quickly as possible, so that it might be relocated to a space in the home that has laminate flooring for easier hork-clean up.  

In this particular instance, I was not fast enough.  I unlocked the door and burst into the hallway just in time to see Bubba going “exorcist-style” all over the tiny little couch.

ah yes, these are the types of photoshop skills that make my parents particularly proud of that art degree I have...

I mean, I know we don’t really ever sit on the stupid tiny couch, but I do still try and keep it un-vomit-y.  Except, then there’s cleaning products in Japan.  Which... can we just take a minute?

The Mister and I are planning a trip to the Navy base for Obon (mid August National holiday in Japan).   While many might think that I’m excited to hit up the commissary for some new clothes or American foods, what’s actually on my shopping-spree list of American goods is… cleaning products.  The Japanese stuff just seems weak to me.  Maybe it isn’t, but there is something comforting about the smell of antibacterial-chemicals that makes me actually feel like something is clean.  That is not an aroma that comes with any of the Japanese cleaning products I’ve found in our local grocery store.
yep, that's real.  I'm adulting.

On top of that, upholstery cleaning isn’t super common here?  That’s a guess I make because I have yet to find any cleaning products specifically for cleaning upholstered stuff like… couches.  

Long story short, yesterday I had to take the covers off all the couch cushions and run them through the wash - effectively leaving a frame of springs and discomfort in the middle of the living room.

Meanwhile Mac is adjusting to his new bed nicely.  Dog bed?  Nah.  They don’t make dog beds big enough for Mac-dogs here (just like they don’t make couches big enough for Kp-peoples…), so when this happened a week ago:

this look says "do you see this memory foam, ma?  it's all wrong for my lower lumbar support."
…we went out and bought yet another toddler’s mattress for our own princess-pooch and the pea.  He sleeps on three mattresses piled on top of each other because his aging joints like a little extra cushion, and also because that is the minimum limit of bedding for Mac to actually stay in that bed all night, instead of trying to crawl up into the people bed and shove me off the side at 2AM.

It’s a good thing they’re cute, is what I’m saying.

Is there something your adorable pets do that 
make you day-dream of scotch guard?  
Tell me in the comments?

today’s little language lesson
watashi no neko wa outoshmashita.

my cat threw up.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

The Gaijin Summer Survival Kit

Believe me when I say that the irony of the most popular Nintendo game in recent history not yet being released in Nintendo’s homeland of Japan while I am in Japan is not an irony which is lost on me.  

(though I did manage to catch a server test the other day while it was up for an hour… and then I also caught an Evee.)

In any case, best get my weekly blog post in before PokemonGO *does* release in Japan because lord knows that I will fall into that void for at least a week or so.

So.  This was the weather report this morning while I waited at the train stop.  That’s 9:15AM.  30 seconds after I took this screen shot a wave of torrential rain fell from the sky while the earth continued to reach higher and higher tempreatures.  How does anyone survive the temperature/ humidity/ sudden downpours that are so common during this season? 

Let me introduce you to... My Gaijin Summer Survival Kit
this stuff (minus the hat) lives in my backpack all summer long.

  1. Sunglasses.  Because when it isn’t raining, there seems to be an endless supply of windows and other various reflective surfaces which will surely burn out your retinas. 
  2. Brimmed hat.  See above reasons.  Also it keeps your ear-tips from getting sunburned and crispy like you’re growing bacon on the sides of your face.
  3. Sweat-rag.  Because you sweat when it’s hot and then when there’s so much humidity in the air that you’re basically walking through a soggy sponge on your commute, that air isn’t going to let any of the aforementioned sweat evaporate.  Take matters into your own hands.  Your handy dandy sweat rag is your new bestie.  
  4. Umbrella.  Because it rains so much harder when you don’t have one.  The heavens… they know.  
  5. Ever-cool neck towel.  You add water - hot or cold, doesn’t even matter! - and then place this thing around the back of your neck.  As this towel slowly dries out it magically stays cool, and by proxy, keeps you cool too.  I don’t understand this magic, but I am thankful to our unicorn overlords for bestowing their gift upon us.
  6. Bottled water.  ...Or at least 110 yen in your pocket so you can buy a bottle of water at the next vending machine.  Or better yet both.  You’ll need it.  Stay hydrated folks!
  7. Oil Blotting Paper.  The post sweat-rag option for when you’ve found your destination and have managed to get yourself back inside a building (preferably a building with Air-Con*).  A handy maneuver to look a little less like you visited an olive oil factory and fell into the processing tank.
  8. Hair Style Reset Wipes. These claim to take the excess oils and sweat out of your hair once you’ve successfully escaped the outdoors.  They don’t really “reset” your style to it’s original condition, but they do make you feel a little less gross if'n you don’t have immediate access to a shower.
  9. Body spray fragrance in travel size.  Because no matter how amazing your deodorant, it doesn’t last as long as you need it to in this weather.   However, just so we’re very clear, body spray is no excuse to skip the deodorant.  I wish I could tattoo this sentiment on the people I always get stuck next to on crowded trains.
  10. Not pictured:  nylons or spandex-y undergarments.  I know you might think: “Oh God, another layer of clothing?  What on earth are you thinking!?”  To which I say: Skirts give your legs access to some air circulation, but heat rash/ chub-rub is a very real and present danger to the non-Japanese proportioned gal.  Nylons add a buffer zone and fix that.  You’re. Welcome.  Side-note, Uni-Clo offers boxer-short type things made of fabric which boasts “sweat wicking technology."  This is a technology I would not have guessed I’d be ready to offer virgin sacrifices, but you know, here we are with an alter, a pure goat, and a pair of cooling boxer briefs.

What do you keep in your survival kit - 
tell me in the comments!

today’s little language lesson
kono kisetsu wa tsuyu to yobarete imasu.  Daremo ga sore wo kiratte imasu.
This season is called the rainy season.  Everyone hates it.

*today at my Japanese lesson, we were talking about vacation spots around Japan.  My teacher told me she spent a few years living in Thailand and it was beautiful, but so hot that she had to keep the air conditioner on 24 hours a day!  The incredulous tone to her voice made me pause and ask "wait. how long do you keep your Air Con on during this season?"  To which she replied, only when it is too hot.  Maybe an hour or two each day.  Guys, I don't know when I last turned the Air Con in our house off.

Wednesday, July 06, 2016

I haven't melted yet.

bwah.  okay hi.  

I’ve been working on keeping up with life over here so the blog has been a bit sparse these last few weeks.  Sorry not sorry, #letmelive.  

I also try to keep things light and happy when I write.  Because, hello:  I am well aware that I am a very privileged woman to be able to travel and live abroad multiple times.  To have the support of a  Mister who puts up with my shenanigans and encourages my art and never once batted an eye when I insisted we spend a LOT of money to make sure both Mac and Bubba can come along for those adventures even though he’s a little bit allergic to Bubba and in this tiny apartment sometimes that gets pretty yuck for him.

It’s hard to see a downside in a place this beautiful.

That being said, we’re in the middle of Japan’s Rainy season - a time when it’s reasonable to expect torrential downpours at any hour of the day.
Mac's v. fashionable rain coat, his post-downpour-walk face, and his "omg now it's a thunderstorm and we are certainly about to die" face.

However, in an unusual phenom that I’m sure has ties to Global Warming and our imminent demise, the *really* hot and humid (we’re talking at least 90*F each day with 75% or better humidity) part of the year has started in Nagoya a few weeks earlier than usual.  This effectively means that if the heavens are not trying to drown you, they are absolutely trying to melt you like that one time you forgot the gummy bears in your car.  Or as I affectionately refer to it: It’s like living in an armpit.  

A few of The Mister’s coworkers are trying hopefully to speculate that if the season started early, it’ll end early... but I think we all know that this constant feeling of swamp-ass and floating through everyone else’s BO cloud is just gonna be real life for us all until at least mid September.

I can’t spend the next few months being a cranky whiner, so instead, let me look at the top 5 amusing things going on in my Nagoya life right now.

1.  The cicadas are back!  I know not everyone is a fan of cicadas, the ground dwelling bugs that lay dormant underground for years and then suddenly all know to come above ground, molt, sing their song, mate, and die all in the same few weeks together.  But they are fascinating to me, and the molted cicadas are really beautiful jewel tones, and I think their song is a good substitute for a white noise machine in the middle of the loud, bustling city.
lookit his little "peekaboo!" face in the first picture.  eee!

2.  It’s eel season.  I. Love. Eel meat.  If you don’t, great- more for me.  If you do, hit me up, let’s go get an Unagi bowl RIGHT NOW.

3.  It’s almost Mac bootie season.  There comes a time when not only is it so hot in Nagoya that Mac cannot physically live outside long enough to take a walk until after the sun goes down, but the sidewalk remains hot enough that he has to wear little booties to be able to comfortably put his paws to pavement.  Have you ever seen a dog in booties?  Because it’s the best.
duck walking.  yesssss.

4.  Birthday planning has begun.  Or really, I’ve decided what kind of cake I’m going to make myself, and I am REALLY excited to bake it.  (I also decided what kind of cake I’m going to bake for Kp2, who’s birthday is right after mine, and I think she’s gonna love it).

5.  Oktoberfest is this weekend in Nagoya.  Yeah, you read that right.  A celebration that many westerners associate with a specific fall month, instead takes place in the middle of the hottest part of summer here in Japan.  The Mister, The Australians™ and I are gonna go watch the yodeling, the lederhosen, and drink ice cold beer as we sweat out all the water but retain the alcohol content in what is obviously not a real big health risk for the participants.  Good times ahead ya’ll.
last year's yodelers

What do you like about the 
(totally oppressively hot and humid) summer season?  
Tell me in the comments!

today's little language lesson:

watashi wa wakino shita ni sunde imasu.
I live in an armpit.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Texting Japanese, I think I’m Texting Japanese…

When you’ve been in Japan long enough, I would wager even if you’re not actively trying to learn the language, you pick up a few phrases here and there.  “Arigatou.” “Sumimasen.”  “Daijoubu!”
(that’s “Thanks.” "Excuse me." and “Ok." respectively, for my peeps back stateside)

And you probably use those words, on a not-entirely-conscious level with your friends and acquaintances.  I know we (meaning The Mister and I) definitely use a few Japanese words commonly when we’re chatting with any of The Australians™ and they do the same back with us.  It’s sort of a fun way to have a “secret code” that is not secret to anyone.

The fun part comes when you begin to use those phrases in text messages.  Why?  Because we are too lazy to switch our texting keyboards over to the Japanese character keyboard for just one word, so we’ll spell ‘em out phonetically in roman alphabet characters.  Which means the best thing happens:


That above sentence is so laced with sarcasm it’s an entire doily collection.  Auto correct is not the best.  I hate auto-correct so, so much.  But when it’s Japanese words, the auto corrects can be amazing.  And so here are my top five favorite things which Auto Correct has sent to my friends in replace of words that are even slightly sensical.*

5.   Daijoubu
what it means: 大丈夫  Okay/ Alright
what auto correct thinks it means: Sais Honey

Bonus - when you can make fun of yourselves for how you said daijoubu before you learned how to properly pronounce Japanese words and find yourself telling each other “Die-joe-bers

4. Kanpai
what it means: 乾杯  Cheers!
what auto correct thinks it means: Limp pie

3. Sumimasen
what it means: すみません  Excuse me
what auto correct thinks it means: Sumo Mash

2. Doko desu ka?
what it means: Where are you?
what auto correct thinks it means: Dodo deus k’s?

1.  Domo Arigatou Gozaimasu
what it means: どもありがとございます  Thank you very much
what auto correct thinks it means:  Dino Rigatoni Go Carts

What’s your best Auto Correct?  
 Tell me in the comments!

*Sadly, I “added words” to my phone's “dictionary" as I’ve been here, and now the only one that still works is Dino Rigatoni Go Carts, because I’d finally figured out that these Auto Corrects were too great to demolish. 

today’s little language lesson

Watashiwa, jidou hosei no ga daikiraidesu.

I hate auto correct.

Friday, June 10, 2016

Japanese Netflix

I have a weird guilt thing going on lately: I’ve been in Japan for over a year and a half and somehow I am not 100% fluent in Japanese.

That sentence is about half joking.  I have seen native Japanese speakers take out their pocket dictionaries to look up words or kanji that THEY don’t know in their own language, so I am comfortable in the knowledge that the is no such thing as 100% fluent. I do sometimes feel like I should just be… BETTER at this than where I am.

I can manage the life basics: I am conversationally proficient in getting groceries, navigating to places, ordering at restaurants, and talking to people on the street about the giant dog at the end of my leash.  But because that covers about 90% of my life here, I haven’t pushed beyond that.  I’ve been sort of stagnating at that level for longer than I’m comfortable with.  

I study at least an hour a day, but recently my anxiety has been rearing it’s ugly little head every second I’m not parked in front of my notebooks with a highlighter, sneering in an ugly little voice; 
“why aren’t you studying right now?

I mean, I needed to do laundry so we have clean clothes to we-“but you could be studying.”
Yeah, I just needed to get dinner toget-“it’s your fault you’re not fluent”
Sure, except if I don’t walk Mac he’ll go craz-this is why we can’t have nice things!”

right except then I put up vocab flashcards in front of the toilet so there is no escape.

This feeling is worse when I’m doing things which aren’t vital chores.  Like say, doodling silly comics about my anxiety, or painting my finger nails.  

My current solution to curb the anxious little monster on my back is to make a point of turning Japanese subtitles on while watching Netflix for "reading practice” (which I admittedly mostly ignore). 

OR, better actual solution, watching Japanese television shows, to practice my listening skills.  If’n you have access to Netflix and want to also pretend you’re being productive in learning Japanese as you indulge some silly media… allow me to share my current faves.

  • Yokai Watch

Easily the most popular kid’s show in Japan right now, Yokai watch is like… pokemon, but with ghosts.  Watch out, America, my understanding is that it’s coming to the US soon, and it’s gonna be big.  There are no English subtitles on the Japanese netflix seasons of Yokai Watch, but the plots are easy enough to follow along without needing to read.  
Basically this kid, Keta, has a watch which allows him to communicate with ghosts, and once he’s befriended a ghost, the watch allows him to call upon them for help in his every day life.  

It’s interesting because many of the ghosts have back stories about how they came to BE ghosts, which alternate between weirdly hilarious - like the business man who was fired, got drunk and on his walk home was crushed by falling construction equipment… along with a small stray dog who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time… so his ghost is basically a toy poodle with a creepy adult man’s face.  It can also be “oh wow that actually made me cry” emotional - like the grandfather ghost who waits outside a convenience store every day to see his granddaughter, who he misses and was very close with in life… until he realizes that she still carries a trinket around that he gave her and comes to be at peace knowing she misses him too.  Some of the episodes get understandably real childish, like the one where the big problem was a ghost that made everyone he affected have to fart, but I’ve also learned a few fun phrases, so I’ve stuck with it.

This ghost's name is "MuRi" which I learned means "no way."  Yes, he is a wall.

  • Terrace House

My cousin actually turned me onto this show when she found it on her American Netflix!  I… am weirdly addicted to hating this show?  
Terrace House is a long running show that recently partnered with Netflix.  The premise is a little bit Real World, with six strangers, all picked to live in together, and a little bit traditional Japanese panel commentary style, aka an actual panel of (sometimes funny) commentators who watch the show along with you and pop in every few minutes to share their thoughts on how things are going.  And the rest of it is a REAL interesting look into Japanese relationships and courtship.  By which I mean these people are in this house with the express purpose of finding love, and it takes 10 (TEN!) full episodes into the series before of them even kiss.
I’m in a love-hate thing with terrace house because the pacing is (as described above) painfully slow for my American sensibilities.  But I love it for when the one random guy in the house who happens to have grown up in the US (Arman, if you’re also a TH fan), holds his dates' hand, and then I laugh for YEARS at how shocked and offended the entire commentary panel is with how brazen he is and how quickly he moves.  
the hand holding.
the reaction.
  • Silver Spoon

Silver spoon follows an upperclass rich kid who -for some reason that’s not yet explained- decides to go to an agricultural high school instead of a yuppy preparatory school. The show follows his trials and tribulations as he makes friends by melding his city-slicker sensibilities with his growing farm skills.  There’s not much more to say about that.  I heart when he’s introduced to the piglets and his classmates immediately tell him “these are food, do not name them.” and he takes approximately three seconds to pause before proclaiming his piglet’s name:  Porkbowl.  

I also love the stray puppy they find and name class vice president.  I watch this for the cute anime critters is what I’m saying.

  • The Devil is a Part-Timer

By FAR my favorite Japanese show I’ve found, The Devil is a Part-Timer is exactly what it sounds like and I need you to go watch it right now because it is absurd and amazing.  The Devil gets kicked out of the immortal realm and decides that his best path to power in current corporate Japan is to work his way up the McDonalds management chain.  Meanwhile there is an Angel sent to destroy him who gets a part time job as a cell phone sales rep to make ends meet while they hunt each other.  It’s just hilarious.  

And now, quite frankly, I’ve taken a long enough break from the books to write this up - back to studying!

Do you watch any fun Japanese shows 
I should check out (on Netflix preferably)?  
Tell me in the comments!

today’s little language lesson
nanagatsu no kyuujitsu no daishi no tame ni Amerika no shokuhin o kaimashita ka?
Did you buy American foods for the 4th of July holiday?

please note the clam chowder pringles in packaging 
featuring a pringle chip dressed like lady liberty.  ‘Murica.

Thursday, June 02, 2016

We Need a Bigger Couch.

I originally started out to write about Japanese TV and movies I’ve been watching, but this tirade about the couch just… grew. I’m having one of those “missing home/ grumbly with Japan” weeks, so you’ll have to excuse the non-Japanesey topic. 

Our Tiny Japanese Couch. [TJC™]  I. Am.  Over.  It.  It is a useless space hog in our home.  UGHHHH.

As Americans, The Mister and I, we have American sized booties.  (To be very, very clear, I greatly enjoy The Mister’s booty.  It is a quality booty.  I am pleased with the size of said booty.)  These booties of ours *technically* fit on the TJC™, though not in a way which people would call “comfortable.

Unfortunately, this TJC™ is part of the relocation package provided to us by The Mister’s company.  It is considered a "leased piece."  As such, we do not own it, and thus even though we greatly dislike it now* -and it will be trashed when we leave- we are sort of committed to just sucking it up until the end of our time here in Japan.   

If we went out and bought a new couch, it would be a cost out of our own pockets, and we’d have to figure out where to put the TJC™, and we’d have to get one which can physically fit into the elevator of our apartment/ through our apartment door (so it could not as big as we’d like), and then we’d have to deal with either getting rid of it when we go back to the states, OR we’ll have to ship it home and figure out where it’s going to fit in our house where a wonderful couch already exists.  Far, far too much hassle.

Even when The Mister isn’t home to share a couch with me, I there is one other sizable tookus in the McD household and it gets real exhausting playing the “steal each other’s couch spot game” with a mutt.

  Get up to pee, lose your seat IMMEDIATELY.

In fact, I got so sick of my dog’s inability to share the couch** a few weeks ago that I bought nice, cushy, yellow pillow for the floor so I can forfeit the couch fight and just sit in front of the darn thing.  Approximately 3 hours after I got it home,  this happened for the first time:
He picked it up off the floor and put it down for his head.
He is a smart dog, and sometimes I hate that.

*we actually picked it out thinking it would be good. And it seemed nice for the first few months, and then we realized it’s basically the furniture equivalent quality of a McDonald’s happy meal when you were really expecting at least like a Texas Roadhouse steak.

**Yes, I 100% understand that I am the alpha and he is a DOG and I should just ban him from the couch.  Judge me how you want, he’s a good dog 95% of the time*** and I suck at telling this face no.
So here is the visual pouting when he's not allowed on the couch.
You're missing out on the audio portion of exasperated dog sigh every 30 seconds.

***95% Good dog.  That 5%?  Mac’s most recent entry to Dog Shaming:

TLDR summary of the TJC™:  UGHHH.

I miss our giant sectional at our home in the states - big enough that The Mister, Mac AND I (plus Bubba on one of our laps) can all fit on it 100% stretched out without having anyone feel squished or contorted.  I have decided it is the one thing I miss most about the US.  Sorry friends and loved ones, I just want my Art Van brand "Dillon" 3 piece microsuede sectional couch in Chocolate.

 Have you had those “I’m cranky with not being home” times?  
What do you miss that some might think strange?  
Tell me in the comments!

today’s little language lesson
マークちゃんが、ソファを おりなさい。
Ma-Ku chan ga, so-fa o ori-nasai.

Mac, get off the couch.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Ode to a Backpack

Since trying to drive in Japan near gives me a panic attack just to think about (I understand it’s an irrational level of anxiety, that knowledge doesn’t fix me) I instead  adopted a much more pedestrian lifestyle while we’ve been living in Nagoya.  Dare I say; I love it.   

I feel more active and healthy, hoofing around has made me more navigationally savvy, I see more cool stuff because I can let my eyes wander a bit instead of focusing on the road, and it makes everything I buy a VERY intentional purchase.  Because I’m walking.  And if I have to walk a mile or more back to our apartment, whatever I’m carrying better be something we actually have a use for.

ah yes, these tiny plastic 100¥ figures were all absolutely vital purchases

Since I’m physically carrying everything we need around this city (examples: groceries, clothing, dog food, laundry detergent, that one time I bought a bookshelf and carried it back home and pulled every muscle in my arms but felt so triumphant about it), I’ve ditched the idea of carrying a purse and have converted whole-heartedly to taking a backpack with me everywhere.

Backpacks on adult, non-student people are much more common here than I’d ever noted back home.  However, because it’s Japan, if you’re going to carry a backpack it needs to be fun and cute.  When we first arrived, my backpack was a takeaway gift we’d received from when the Kellogg Cereal company hosted a Navy Ball.
note how nice and fancy we look... 
five feet from a cardboard cut out of tony the tiger in fatigues.

Needless to say, it was not adorable, and I am a little ashamed to admit how quickly I became wildly self conscious about my totally not cute backpack.  And so I made an investment and purchased my beautiful blue starry backpack, roughly a year ago.

This blue starry backpack has proven to be the most perfect accessory in my life: It’s star pattern is cute, but not like, over the top for my American sensibilities.  It has side-zippers so I can reach behind me and rummage through the main pouch to grab stuff without needing to take it off (very handy on trains).  It’s got a padded back piece so that weirdly pointy thing I just bought won’t stab me in the back while I walk.  It has two side pouches that hold my phone and my house keys/rail pass respectively. It’s big enough to act as an overnight bag on weekend trips, even with the way I chronically overpack.  It displays my collection of pins from all the touristy places I’ve visited here (my solution for wanting souvenirs from cool places without accruing clutter) And I can fit $100.00 worth of groceries inside without the straps giving out while I walk or bike home.  It is  so choice.

And now after a year of dutiful service, it’s finally time to retire my trusty blue starry backpack.
Actually, maybe retirement has been due for a while now, but I couldn’t bring myself to make the decision.  I figured my blue starry backpack would tell me when it was time.  But it’s been looking a little rough for a while now - in fact, while my mum was here visiting she insisted on buying me a new bag even though I was adamant it was fine and the way the bottom seam was fraying was totally fine.  I am a creature of habit, you see, and I didn’t want to have to get used to a whole new system of zippers and pockets.  This blue starry backpack is perfect… how could I ever find anything that could replace this perfect bag!?

How do you carry all your stuff around with you?  
What do you look for in a new bag/ purse/ wallet? 
Tell me in the comments!

Long story short… I ended up getting the exact same model.

Thus, tonight I will be moving over my wallet, pocket umbrella and sketchbook.  My lip balm, tissues, and schedule book.  My sweat rag (if you live in Japan in the summer, you have one, don’t judge), hand sanitizer, and my pin collection.  And tomorrow will dawn a new era - the era of the black starry backpack.

today’s little language lesson
この かばん は、同じ ですね?
kono kaban wa, onagidesune?

isn’t that the same bag?