Monday, 31 August 2009
Typhoon
Sunday, 30 August 2009
City Spotlight: Hakone
Election day
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Bon appetit
Tuesday, 25 August 2009
DVDs
Vile Kit Kats
Saturday, 22 August 2009
Japanese Pet Peeve: Recycling
Thursday, 20 August 2009
Japanese Pet Peeve: Little Dogs Who Think They're People
If you go to any public park, you'll soon realise: Japan is full of ugly dogs.
I don't know if it's because the dog aesthetic is different, so that people think they actually look cute. Or I don't know if it's a case of taking pity on the animals that only a mother could love.
Of course, there is logic in choosing small, rat-like dogs; in a city where space is at a premium, little dogs can be kept in apartments.
Anyway, a dog is not to be blamed for its looks. What does bother me more is dogs in coats. I heard that coats can diminish a dog's ability to regulate its own body temperature. If there is a good reason for it to wear a coat (it has some rare sickness, or it's prone to running away and you want to be able to easily identify it), okay. But it seems to be more about cute accessorising. The dog clothes I've seen cost more than *my* clothes.
For the record, if you put an ugly dog in an overpriced coat, it doesn't become cute. It just becomes ugly and stupid-looking.
Then we come to the subject of dog-walking. Often in Japan, when the owner takes their little darling for a 'walk', the only one getting exercise is the owner.
I can't count the number of times I've seen people walking while carrying their dogs. Okay, so this is understandable in a big crowd, but let me go one step further: I've also, frequently, seen people pushing a child's pram or stroller with a dog inside. It's not like their child has gotten out so the dog temporarily jumped in; no, it's the dog's pram.
That's right, the dog is not to exert itself. Why take it with you at all?!
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
Ryokan
Sunday, 16 August 2009
Pachinko
Every time I've walked by a pachinko parlour, and have heard the sheer wall of noise, I have thought 'it's like the seventh circle of hell'. They are SO loud, and artificial, you can be walking down a perfectly nice, quiet street and suddenly you're interrupted by a barrage of beeps, rings, whistles, bells, and electronic music. Not to mention vast quantities of cigarette smoke, and countless lines of people sitting, vacant-eyed, pouring money into the machines.
For those of you fortunate enough not to know what pachinko is, it's kind of like gambling in a country where slot machines are illegal. You put in money, which buys you x number of little silver balls. You turn a dial to send your balls into the machine, and the balls fall, depending on how far you've propelled them. If the balls fall down a certain hole (once launched, you can't control them), you get a kind of 'slot machine' effect, where if you win, you are rewarded with more balls.
The reason pachinko is so popular is because, in fact, there are illicit ways to turn your winnings into cash. But it's a kind of back-door method. You can't do it on-site; it's against the law. There'd have to be some kind of motivation to keep so many people in there.
They really are ubiquitious in the Greater Tokyo area. There are so many of them. And they are so unappealing. But there are always loads of people in them... Even my sleepy suburb has several pachinko parlours. The machines often have different themes. There are also parlours with machines like slot machines (although real money doesn't come out), which are just as bright and obnoxious.
Look! Bon Jovi slot machines!!
Anyway, I did try pachinko once. It was mildly diverting; nice to try once, but doesn't offer the thrill of a) winning actual money, or even b) pinball, where there is some element of skill in your success. Also, being in such a smoky, bright and and cacophonous environment for more than twenty seconds is not good for any human.
Kirin Yokohama Beer Village
Friday, 14 August 2009
You know it's summer in Japan when...
City Spotlight: Odaiba
Thursday, 13 August 2009
Hanabi
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
Cafe Colorado
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
Earthquake!
Saturday, 8 August 2009
Top Three Views
Of course, the brilliance of a view depends on a lot of things; time of year, the sun's position in the sky, whether it's cloudy or clear, etc. I have been fortunate to see many very beautiful sights. But here are my personal top three.
3. Omuroyama. This is a not-very-famous mountain near the Jogasaki coast on Izu peninsula. I went during Golden Week. The mountain has a ropeway to the top, and the whole mountain was covered in grass. There were wildflowers everywhere; the sky was blue; and from the top we could see far in every direction. We faintly saw Mt Fuji from one side, and the top of the mountain was a great, grassy basin.
2. Sunflower field in Yamanashi prefecture. This was near the 'Heidi's village' miniature theme park. Thousands of sunflowers, against a backdrop of mountains half-shadowed in mist, with rays of sunlight playing over them.
1. Yuzawa Gala ski resort. This ski resort is in Niigata prefecture. We took a gondola to the ski run, and sat in a cafe and had a cappuccino. This is the view we saw:
Wednesday, 5 August 2009
This is a high-brow blog
Sorry, this is not one of my more genteel posts. Rather, this post is about poo.
In Japan, there is a stylized, even cute way of drawing turds. If you don't believe me, just put 'Japan poo' in Google Images and look.
I knew about this from long ago - a Japanese friend in high school drew them occasionally when doodling pictures - and didn't think much of it.
This week I was in my local department store and I saw poo-shaped cookies.
Yes, they were little cookies shaped like cute little smiling poos. It wasn't even a joke of 'eww, look how gross it is to eat something that looks like a poo'. It was just a cute design choice.
Seeing them, I remembered a conversation between two 40-something friends at an izakaya:
Y: Did you use to draw poo?
S: Yes, of course. I think every boy does so.
H: Yes, they always had to have steam coming from them.
S: That's right. They look better with steam.
Welcome to Japan.
Sounds of the morning
Monday, 3 August 2009
Yokohama port opening
Today I did get the chance to see the giant robot spider in Minato Mirai. (That link will take you to Kirai Net, a very interesting blog about Japan. I wasn't able to take any pictures of it, so you can see the spider there.) And I didn't have to pay the 2400 yen admission fee, either; I just watched it from the World Porters bridge.
So, right now they are having the 150th anniversary of the Yokohama Port Opening. This is a several-month-long expo being held in Yokohama, especially around the Minato Mirai area. If you live in Yokohama you could not fail to be aware of this. It seems a lot of advertising has gone into it. Their official website is here.
The spider was pretty cool - it did a kind of elegant dance, extending and setting down its legs - but frankly, the port opening celebrations seemed rather underwhelming to me. I think they were too ambitious in expecting lots of people to pay to see them; they should have tried making all the attractions free and tried to recoup their money some other way.
After such a huge amount of publicity and seeing posters, newspaper articles, fliers, decorated trains, etc, I did expect a certain amount of... well, *something*. But I guess to be fair, it was a Monday and no scheduled big events were on at the time. This event is running for a long time, so I accept that it can't be all fireworks and balloons every day.
I did poke around the 'international food hall' (which seemed like any food court with cheap food ordered from one of those ticket vending machines) and the 'Open Country, Open Port' display, which seemed to be a bunch of merchandise from local department stores.
Amusingly, there were all these posters with tons of information about how the port opening introduced internationalisation to Japan, and the various foreign influences, and so on. That's really the whole point of this anniversary event. But there was not even a *sentence* of info in English, or any other language but Japanese.
(Now that I think about it, even in the 'international food court', the food dish titles were *only in katakana*! No Roman characters, so if you can't read Japanese characters, you can't order your food. Welcome to internationalisation!)
Okay, I'm dissing the event a bit too much for someone who didn't actually go into any of the paid displays. From what I've read, nothing in them was in English, so I wouldn't bother. But from the outside it seemed the thrust of the festival was to a) sell Tanemaru goods and b) put up Tanemaru 'port opening festival' posters and flags over every square inch of Yokohama.
In the interests of absolute veracity, I suppose I should confess that I myself bought a Tanemaru hair-tie... hahaha...
(Note: I wrote this over a month ago. However, the displays and buildings are still there and will continue until September 27.)
Sunday, 2 August 2009
Peace and tranquility in Sakuragicho
As is my habit, I went down to the harbour today. Unfortunately, nobody had told me it was 'Celebrate Antisocial Behaviour Day'. I've never been shouted at so much in one day.
There were high school students collecting money (which apparently required them to shout through a megaphone), some group of massage therapists (also, bizarrely, using megaphones), a gauntlet of environmental activists, two religious types reading loudly from books, and of course, the usual political party trucks spewing platitudes from loudspeakers.
I sat on Kishamichi bridge and watched fish jumping in the water, and there was an environmentalist shouting "konnichiwa! konnichiwa! konnichiwa! konnichiwa!" on loop a few metres away. I went toward World Porters and there were Yokohama Port Opening Expo staff shouting at us where we could buy tickets.
I went to Bubby's (and they are still fuckin fresh and delicious). Previously it's always been too windy to sit outside, but today the weather was perfect. The first time I've been able to sit in the fresh air. So I happily settled down with my cappuccino and pie.
Then a van pulled up across the square and four high school students stood on its roof. Out came the megaphone. My heart sank. They bellowed speeches for a full 35 minutes. I sat there with my fingers in my ears, glaring at them, wishing the police would rush in and haul them off.
I knew that wouldn't happen, as 'disturbing the peace' doesn't seem to be an offense here. So I amended my fantasy and longed for someone to throw something large and heavy at them, and maybe knock them off the truck.
Well, okay, maybe that was a bit harsh. I didn't want them to come to real physical harm (and really, whichever adults encouraged them to be so obnoxious in a public place should be the ones punished). I wished for a huge rainstorm to come up - perhaps one small but powerful raincloud directly over their heads - and wash them out.
Unfortunately none of my amiable wishes came true. I suppose I should have capitulated and done the logical thing, and gone back inside. But there are so few cafes or restaurants around here where one can sit outside! Why should they force me back into the sterile air-conditioning?! So I stubbornly sat there and muttered insults to myself.
Now I'm home again, sitting in my own room, and my neighbour is doing some kind of home DIY involving loud drilling.
Perhaps tomorrow will be better.