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What’s the most resilient parasite?

What’s the most resilient parasite? An idea.

A single idea from the human mind can build cities.

An idea can transform and rewrite the world and rewrite all the rules.

Which is why I have to steal it.

I spotted this t-shirt on the weekend in Robinson’s, a rather flimsy looking piece for ¥9,990 (A$125 or so).

I was rather impressed with the unusal text and thought it was a fine Engrish specimen… until I just popped it into Google to refresh my memory about the last sentence, which I couldn’t see due to the bad photo resulting from trying to be discreet and avoid the wrath of the bored shop assistant.

And  … it turns out this text is from the movie Inception, staring the ever-frothy Leonardo DeCappuccino, a movie I would like to see but haven’t got around to yet.

I must confess to being disappointed that it wasn’t Engrish after all.

Summer festivals

Anyone who has talked to me lately will not be in any doubt that summer is here. The sun rises about 4.30 a.m. The cicadas are unbearably noisy from shortly after that until mid-morning, when they thankfully finally stop their “singing” routine and, like the rest of us, try to just sit out the 36 degree or so days and high humidity. The nights are almost as hot and clammy, and in fact we had a few weeks where the temperature rarely dipped below 30 even overnight.

Summer has brought lots of fun activities to though not least a seemingly non-stop run of summer festivals. These vary in scale and pedigree, but they all have a lot in common – people out to have a good time and summer festival foods like kakigori (shaved ice with sweet colourful syrup toppings), yakisoba (fried noodles), hot dogs, fairy floss, popcorn, and other nutritionally dubious treats. Many people, especially women and children, dress up in traditional outfits, which for me is one of the more enjoyable aspects of these events and gives them a real sense of place.

On the way home from the gym recently, I noticed a small festival being set up in a park near home, that we hadn’t heard about. We decide to check it out and ended up staying quite a while and having fun with the various kids games (catching water-bomb balloons with a tiny hook; lucky dips; etc) and navigating the decidedly dicey culinary waters.

Japan relief artworks

I have been enjoying collecting some fine art of differing kinds in the name of Japan relief efforts. I have picked up several fine pottery pieces, a few of which we have (carefully) dared to put into practical use on occassion, but mostly just items of beauty to admire (and try to keep out of Keira’s reach!)

This hobby has also led to the formation of some interesting connections, such as discovering up-and-coming artist Lorena Alvarez from Bogota, Columbia, whose work I aquired in a charity auction recently.

At the pricer end of the spectrum, I’ve seen some fine pieces as well as some that I don’t quite get. As an example of the latter category, there is a piece from the rather wordily named Silent Art Auction in Kiyosumi for East Northern Japan that has been sitting open in my web browser for the past two months or so, while I contemplated what to make of it. As Firefox 5 has decided to chew all my memory and make my Mac almost unusable at times, I’ve decided it may be time to shut a few of the 150+ windows and tabs I have open, including the Kiyosumi one… Which means, it is time to unleash this oddity onto my unsuspecting readers.

The title of the work is “carnvial” by “Tal R” from Israel, and it has an estimated price that is around US$12,500. So what exactly do you get for this? Obviously, considerable karma points for helping to fund the ongoing relief efforts in Japan. In terms of the art work, it is technically a wax-on-crayon drawing on (ripped?) paper. The content is… disturbing, or at least mysterious. Personally, I think it looks like a tall, dark woman (going by the boobs and hair), wih a rather over-sized dark-brown penis aimed at a petite but nicely dressed chicken. Of all the works in the auction, this one was the most, um, intriguing…

If anyone can see anything less odd than I can, my apologies for my sick, sick mind, and I’d be delighted to hear about it.

Phew. Well that’s one Firefox window I can close. Now on to solving other pressing global crises…

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Taking photos in public toilets and other pastimes

Okay, okay, I know I said no more posts for today, but I was just about to close my photo app and spotted a couple of other oddities. Actually it turns out neither of these are actually very funny, but they amused me at the time so maybe someone will bite.

First up, we had occasion to be in Karuizawa (軽井沢町) recently, a small town in the “middle bit” of Japan – the mountainous prefecture of Nagano to the north-west of Tokyo. Karuizawa is quite a small town, but is a popular tourist escape for Tokyo-ites in particular due to being easily accessible by shinkansen; offering a cool respite from summer heat; and some relatively nearby skiing in winter (though from my discussions with a local the skiing is perhaps better done elsewhere for anyone who is serious about it). There’s a lot more to say about our trip to Karuizawa (a wedding, great food, log cabins…) but for now, suffice to say that as well as being a beautiful environment with (frequently) snow-capped mountains and relatively unspoilt nature, there is a dispersed shopping outlet area that spreads out around the train station.

With the high elevation and being further north, there were still plenty of cherry blossoms in more or less full bloom even though ours in Odawara were completely finished when we were there (8 May). There’s possibly another reason too, which is I think these are predominantly yama-zakura (山桜) or moutain cherry blossom trees, which by their nature flower somewhat later than the “regular” paler pink flowering cherry more commonly found throughout Japan. Anyway, I’m not here to provide a botany lesson, so let’s just concede that the cherries were still glorious and attracting lots of photographers (including me) even in otherwise mundane settings like the carpark of the mall.

So to get back to what was going to be the original point of this post, I turned the corner at one part of this snaking and somewhat confusing mall to find myself confronted with a Lactation Room.

It struck me as rather odd-sounding, although it was clear what it was for, and my first thought was “What’s next, a Defecation Room?” Euphemisms were invented for a reason. When I got home though for whatever reason I typed that phrase into Google to see what the hive mind thinks of the concept of lactation rooms, and it transpires that this is quite standard terminology in American English. Thus this is not nearly as funny or strange as I first thought, although those blessed enough to hail from the land down under may have a similar reaction to mine.

Finally, to cap things off with some more almost-but-not-quite toilet humour, I couldn’t resist taking a photo of this “Multipurpose table” sign. Don’t get me wrong, I understand (after some thought) why this exists and is no doubt important for those people it is designed to serve, but my initial reaction on seeing the picture was… disturbing.

And speaking of disturbing things, this isn’t the first time I’ve felt compelled to pull out a camera in a public toilet. Hmmm… that doesn’t sound right. But the point is it is even more embarrassing for me to do so now, since having migrated from an Aussie iPhone to a Japanese one earlier this year I am now stuck with the “Japanized” firmware of the phone. Why should this make any difference? Indeed. The “feature” of the Japan iPhones, along with most other digital cameras sold, is that they must emit a reasonably loud “shutter click” noise each time you take a photo. This is due to the fondness of an unreasonable number of Japanese men for “upskirt” photography, which I won’t dwell on any further, but only mention this to show the lengths I’m prepared to stoop to to garner a cheap laugh.

And, okay, one more for the road. All this chatter of toilet pictures reminds me I did in fact whip out the iPhone on another occasion even more recently after a much needed use of the facilities. In this case it isn’t funny so much as quaintly Japanese. This was at a hotel in Hakone and the bathroom featured a very long and solid slab of timber as the benchtop, as well as prolific use of bamboo and other timber throughout. Another nice touch was the dragonflies on the stone sinks.

More irresistible Engrish

What a backlog of fun stuff I have… (yes, Doctor, when it rains it pours).

At Narita Airport last time, within puffing distance of the adult-smokers-only room was another little Engrish gem to help me pass the time. Apologies in advance for the bad photo. I partly blame the iPhone, but mostly I was feeling a bit paranoid about the folks staring at me from the cancer room for photographing their sign, so took this a little too hastily and didn’t realise until it was too late.

Passengers who are willing to use this First-Aid room, please call the Passenger Security Center.

I have no idea what was wrong with the facilities to make them this desperate, but I breathed a (smoky) sigh of relief that I wasn’t in need of any first aid there.

Meanwhile, back in Odawara, I spied an endearing ladies shirt that charms on so many levels.

Be beautiful in a CHERRY SACK

Looks like a sack

Feels like a sack

IS A SACK

Make of that what you will; but there’s no denying it looks cheery.

I promise that’s the last post for today. One needs ones beauty sleep before heading to the big smoke tomorrow (Tokyo), for an adventure I will probably get around to writing about in November (2012 :) ) based on my current backlog.

Smorking rooms part 2

I recently noted that the Smorking Room outside my gym has been re-branded, and is now merely a smoking room. Oddly, it seems to be being used a lot more (for smoking) now than it was when it had its title plastered in Engrish prominently on each side. Surely just coincidence… and I wonder too who pointed out the spelling error: not me, and I was mildly disappointed to see it corrected. The typo was the only good thing about the place.

Japan is still giving though, and with thanks to Japan Tobacco I present a shot from Narita Airport where they generously provide a smoking area “For adult smokers only”. (Children are kindly requested to use the smoking room across the hall.)

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Natsu mikan summer orange

This afternoon I wanted to have a sweet but traditionally Japanese snack. For a while now I have been admiring the natsu mikan (夏蜜柑 – summer tangerines) in Robinson’s and decided to try one today. The natsu mikan is roughly the size of a small grapefruit and has a distinctive sour taste, even more so than a grapefruit.

This was prepared with the flesh of the fruit set in a jelly inside the hollowed-out shell of the fruit itself. I set it on a platter we acquired recently by way of a charity art event in Odawara to support victims of the Tokohoku earthquake. Actually this particular plate is courtesy of my Mum I took to the art show one one of the three occasions I went. The day before I had bought its cousin – identical in shape but with different glaze, and was explaining I had had a hard time choosing between the two. Mum kindly relieved me of any regret I had about not having snapped up both earlier. These plates are almost too good to use and are often just on display as art, but every now and again like today I like to enjoy their functional beauty.

The summer orange is presented with some freshly cut new momiji (maple) leaves from our garden, as an additional sign of summer.

Rainy season Japan

Early summer is the rainy season in Japan and this year it came about 20 days early, arriving in the second half of May. The average arrival date in Kanto (Tokyo, Odawara and surrounds) is June 8 (very specific I know, but weather and seasonal date prediction seems to be a bit of a fine art in Japan). Global warming and crazy climate change? Who knows… But the warm days we had in early May got a bit cool again and we had more or less non-stop rain for a bit over a week. Today is very warm – heading for high 20s I think, and already 26 in my office.

The rainy season is known as tsuyu in Japanese – literally meaning plum rain, as it coincides with the ripening of plums. We don’t have any plum trees to show off, but we do have plenty of hydrangeas (ajisai in Japanese) that have taken their cue from the weather and transformed from rather ugly and angular bare sticks into fine displays of fresh green leaves and bluey-purple flowers.

Keira is mildly disappointed we don’t have pink hydrangeas and I have mildly thought about messing with the soil pH to tweak the colour, but I rather the like the blue ones and in any case all along our river we have plenty that have quite a dramatic mix of colour so we get to enjoy those too.

When it rains heavily, our back garden path gets submerged and becomes a rocky swimming pool, which I quite like to watch in the heavy rain. Fortunately it drains away by itself quickly once the rain stops – allowing us to get on with the endless tasking of weeding! (And yes, unsurprisingly those weeds do seem to love all this heat and water).

Keira and Yoko’s cookie baking

Yoko and Keira made some tasty cookies based on a receipe we got from Junko (hi Jun-chan!)

Yoko’s were sultana-free with added apriocots and choc-chips, while Keira’s batch had sultanas with hundreds-and-thousands, or whatever the stick-like equivalent of those little fun balls of sugary colour are called.

Aaaa…. I just realised I called them cookies. Damn Americanised Japan-English. My brain is starting to melt. These were quite tasty biscuits. In fact, I just secretly munched one of Keira’s for a pre-morning tea Saturday snack… Don’t tell her, ok?

Roses from our garden

We have a climbing rose vine that had looked like a dead stick all winter. As the weather has warmed up it has sprouted leaves – unfortunately in a ridiculously high position threatening to climb over and beyond the wall and where the flowers, now that they have come, are rather hard to see from most places inside.

So when the rainy season kicked in, it was the perfect excuse to cut a few blooms and bring them inside to enjoy before they got battered out of existence.

P.S. okay so a small confession to make – only the white roses are from our garden. The others came from the florist.

Now if only I could stop extended family members from “cleaning up” those fallen petals, which I think give the composition beautiful balance…