Painting and story by Lehan Winifred Ramsay
In small towns people stick to simple rituals. Actually it was one of my colleagues at the university; a blind professor, who taught me that. Small towns have mostly simple things to do, more practical things, and if one starts to want more, one will leave. So it’s a kind of choice when people start to crave more. They generally leave. Those that stay must abide by the nature of a small town and keep their hopes small.
So it’s a bit tricky to start a school here. People have been on my back. This will not work, people don’t do that, they don’t do this, why not change that and you’ll get more students. Call it English Conversation, for goodness sake! For a few weeks I thought I was just being proud. But whilst talking to someone I realized that I was just being stubborn. Of course things are difficult when they are new. Of course it would be easier to do what everyone recognizes. That’s why things stay the same, and that’s why my university backed down on its vision for the future and settled for a safe and steady past. But that’s also why I am here, doing this.
I have a lot of time to think about what I’m trying to do. It isn’t easy to get a picture; one pixel at a time, one conversation at a time, it falls into place. I am making a school for people to become stronger people.
It’s a simple school, and very cheap – ten dollars for an hour, and you can come if you want with no reservation and if you don’t come next week nobody will say a thing. A nice idea but if I don’t find an awful lot of people who want to do that I’m sunk. Still it’s worth a try. Here, where high rents and expensive lifestyles are not going to get in the way of a simple idea. I’m trying to find teachers to fill up three rooms four afternoons a week. People can come in and decide on the spot what they want to do, or they can come with one thing in mind and stick to that. Alongside my courses, which are english and art based, there is one on history and one on presentation. Now I am looking for more classes and more teachers. I want a simple course on philosophy. A simple course on psychology. Voice training. Education, especially a class on how people learn. An introduction to Complex Systems, and another on systems theory. One on management, one on leadership. High level reading and writing in Japanese. Business writing. Meditation. Book keeping. Local Ecology. New Media. Local architecture. See? Simple.
There is not much I can do at the moment to solve my problem of having no students. So I am taking a bunch of flyers with me every time I walk a dog, and putting them in the letter boxes of apartment blocks. This semester runs till the middle of February. The one from the middle of February might just be a really good one.

I’d say ‘very lifelike’ Lehan, except it’s pretty obviously a dead squid… nonetheless, it is the prettiest dead squid I’ve seen in a long time… Now don’t overcook it whatever you do! Try frying in garlic, and serve with a squeeze of lemon…
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Gee Lehan, you sure give out mixed messages about the Hakodate Experience. There’s the Japanese Culture Thing, which must be as cool as it sounds, despite the challenges of living in a different culture, which you are obviously fully aware is about a lot more than food, things, and vocabulary.
I really like your squid picture. I am wondering why you wrote Squid on it in English. Is it that the characters appeal to Japanese people? Is it an afterthought? Do the Japanese characters translate to Squid? Are Japanese characters often part of their Art? Personally I think the English word detracts from the work, but that’s a personal opinion, not a criticism.
Is there a market for English Conversation classes there? What would it be? Schoolchildren? Businessmen? Tourists? If so, why not meet it? Is it incompatible with also providing a few Self Actualisation classes?
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Hi Voice. It’s true; it’s great here, it’s awful, it’s okay it’s not okay in equal parts I guess. If things were going well I wouldn’t be as conscious of everything.
I didn’t really think about the text. It says “Hakodate baibai (buy and sell) on the right, I thought about using the kanji for squid but decided I wanted some english in there. No reason really.
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You must have seen a lot of squid to paint a squid like that! It’s true to form.
All the best for the New Year!
Wojciech.
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I brought one home to paint it Wojciech. Happy New Year!
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G’day Wojciech! Nice to see you here at the Pigs’… Merv! A pint of Trotter’s Ale, for Wojciech…
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Why, Lehan, you’re quite the revolutionary in your own quiet way, aren’t you?
Anyway, here’s wishing you, your school and your students, and of course, all the other piglets a Happy New Year; may your school grow and prosper. May the road rise up to meet you and may the wind be always at your back… (old Irish blessing…)
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Yes astyages. A revolutionary I have been training for, this five years, though as yet I’m completely unsuccessful. The open universities of the sixties, that’s what I’d like, with people fighting to get in the doors. Of course, that’s not what I’m going to get, I’m realistic about that. Still, even if it fails I can say I didn’t lose faith. This is what I came here to do. Surely that must mean something?
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I was watching a many hour documentary called “The Story of India”. The people worked out that the monsoon winds of April would blow them across the sea. Then they worked out that there were other monsoon winds in November that would blow them home again. And so, they figured out how to make bigger stronger boats.
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– So. What you need is an idea that it can be done. Then you’ll find the way to make it work. So I told my painting student – do nothing to annoy yourself when you are painting. Do nothing that needs to be repaired or returned to. Accept your mistakes. Because what you need to do is manage to paint a lot of paintings. Then – you’ll be good at it.
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I feel much the same way about playing the blues, Lehan…
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I know zip about squid. That looks to me a splendid and loveable squid. Its coloration and the texture of the skin. The tail and its markings. It meets my Salvador Dali dreamworld where in my imagination I browse through ‘Cookbook for Gala’ never having seen another, one copy only. So calamine lotion pink this hue.
Now we have this wonderful story! Your voice is the specialist diarist! Seeking to thine own self to remain true! Your job is you are an artist! In whatever form that comes and whatever its expression! Your writing is art!
We are a wonderful lot! Congratulations, Lehan!
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Thank you for this story with squid.
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Awesome movie! Your eye for wonder is beautiful and may you have everything that is sufficient for your way. Some new direction might present itself to you as well and new wonders yet, using all the resources you bring and provide. What a wonderful provider you are! Thank you for your bounteous gifts!
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You’re right, shoe. Squid are a white colour. But there is some luminousity in it that I’m not yet capable of making and a sheen of faint purple, together with purple flecks and together they make, to the Practical painter who doesn’t know tricks, a pink. So pink it was! A Calamine squid is kind of a nice thing though.
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I was on a sketching and photography expedition way down south closer to Victor Harbour and our party took a rural road from the main road through a series of vales and rises. Around one corner we stopped to take in that everything appeared pink and green. There was nothing in view that betrayed the underlying reality the sun’s rays transformed. In the vale surrounded by run off hills and subsidiary gentle vallies was a drinking hole. It was shining pink and the slopes away from it were emerald and emerald all around unlike the greens of the countryside we had driven through. There was no evidence of a habitation in the midst. The most curious effect was the sky that appeared flat pink above the almost three-quarters of a circle of hills in front of us although, again, viewed from other directions and atop eucalypts, had not drawn our eyes to this exclusion. It seemed magic. If it was not magic, Lehan, someone painted it. Please accept this clumsy attempt to reproduce this in words as one of the defining moments of my own reality. Thus for Squid. 🙂
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Lovely painting and fascinating information regarding just what you are doing in Japan. I’ve still got my fingers crossed for you. Did you eat the squid?
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Hi Vivienne
no, unfortunately I got distracted by something the day I bought it, and left it on the shelf near the chimney for the stove; it wasn’t until the next afternoon that I unwrapped it. Frangrant. The dogs were most interested and I had to keep my eye on it firmly until I was finished.
I’m thinking I might exhibit it for a week or two in the window of the fish shop I bought it from.
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I have to say though, when you’ve eaten sashimi in Hakodate, fish from really cold seas, it really puts you off eating it in warmer places like Tokyo and Kyoto. The local emblem is the squid, there is a “15 000 people squid dance” held here in August of each year. The squid is pretty good.
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What an excellent advertisment for the place. Come and see the place before the killer squids destroy the place. Loved the opening line “We asked 100 aliens”.
Do the 15000 do the squid dance at the same time?
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Almost, Algernon! The dance is held over two days, from downtown to mid-downtown and then from mid-downtown to mid-town. Groups of people interspersed with trucks trumpeting the squid dance tune, dancing up the street. People drag their loungeroom furniture out onto the footpath, for there are few tall buildings on the main street, and if they like a dancer they give them a beer. It’s cute. The dance is silly, and to see hundreds of people doing it is to see something unique. Especially thousands of people doing it for two days…
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I like a bit of sillyness. It’s not continuous is it. Do they come and go as they need to.
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What a lovely painting, what an interesting story, Lehan!
I really like your way of doing things; there is so much in your stories, they are simply told, yet you get a very vivid idea what’s happening in your little Japanese town of people with small hopes…
I’ll have to read this again after the small boys’ breakfast…the big boy makes his own…
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Thankyou Helvi! If you have any ideas for things people really should learn, please let me know. I’m sure I can’t find exact matches for the things I would like to have taught here, so I’m going to have to think pretty widely.
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Maybe the students could start by learning to make their own breakfast…are they eating squid first thing in the morning 🙂
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