One of the most annoying aspects of the Trump presidency, beside having that asshole as the talking head for my birth nation, is the fact that in Japan playing cards (A234…JQK) are called Trump (トランプ). So, even though political discourse never makes it way into my lessons, I do occationally use playing cards as a learning tool (for counting). Therefore, everytime I bust out playing cards for a lesson I have to hear a gaggle of students exclaim “Trump da yo!!!!”(“トランプだよ!”) It graits on my ears. So much so that I have actually forgone using playing cards for the forseeable future, just so I don’t have to be reminded of that dispicable troll all the way over here in Sapporo, Hokkaido, Japan.
Coloring Tenkara
Recently Tenkara USA started publishing a free monthly web magazine called “mounTENzine“. The end of each issue features a colorable comic about tenkara, so I took some free time at work to bust out my colored pencils and act like a kid for an hour or so. It really helps pass the time, and keep me in a decent frame of mind.
Death of a Linux Workhorse
My old Linux powered Toshiba netbook, the NB205-N210, finally breathed its last spark of electricity on September 3rd, 2018. She put up a noble fight, but her small internal fan had given out and something was causing consistently random reboots / screen lockups. (probably from a failing internal power supply) It all just got to be too much, and I had to put her down, i.e. break it down and remove the hard drive and memory. This didn’t go nearly as smoothly as planned, but the result was all the same: a dead netbook, guts exposed.
Well, my strip down didn’t go nearly as smoothly. But I was happy to get a look at the inner workings of a mini laptop way past her expiration date.
I was sad to see her go. The last several months had me distro hopping and finally landing on Fedora LXDE, where I worked on my Red Hat commands for the LPIC-2. But when it came time to get a new machine I had my heart set on finally running Ubuntu Mate, and getting familiar with that distribution’s ecosystem.
Toshiba has been in some financial as of late, and their laptop/desktop business recently got sold off. So I decided to go to the mainland and get myself a Lenovo. They did not disappoint.
For around ¥45,000 (450 USD) I was able to get a significantly upgrade. Lenovo’s Ideapad 330s (slim) was perfectly suited for my needs. I opted for a 128 GB solid state hard drive since I don’t plan to store much media. Essential this is a MacBook Air clone, with slightly lower specs.
My first plan of action was to immediately immediately rid the hard drive of Windows 10. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to keystroke into the BIOS quickly enough. So I had to hear the horrible Japanese shrieks of Cortana trying to guide me through a Windows setup I had no intention of completing. Finally after a few minutes of pure proprietary hell, I was able to exit that process and reboot into my USB stick with Ubuntu MATE 18.04. From there the install went reasonably smoothly.
Aside from some minor tweaks to enable Fn key functionality and the occasionally troubleshoot for resuming from sleep/standby (a common Linux issue), this machine is a joy. In fact, this current post is the first that I can honestly say has been composed, soup to nuts, via free and open-source software.
The Ugly Side of Glamping
Camping in Japan can be hit and miss. Although there might be opportunities for hardcore back country camping deep inside some national forests, most public lands don’t have decent, low-impact, camping areas. Instead, there are a multitude of privately run campgrounds each offering different amenities, check-in/out times, and rules (and being Japan, there are plenty of those). So finding a place to pitch a tent and enjoy a bit of wilderness with minimal intrusion can be a challenge.
I’ve written previously about the large, resort-like facilities of Arten. Although their bathrooms are spotless and the on-site onsen is convenient, the crowds can be a bit overwhelming. I am still mentally scarred from my uncomfortable onsen experience there, when someone’s naked toddler grabbed my leg – not cool.
We’ve since tried a good many different campgrounds (キャンプ場), but the best ones have been the more no-frills style facilities. No onsen on-site. No scooter/sports equipment rental. We thought we had settled on the DROM campground in Akaigawa, about an hour from Sapporo. That was until, DROM, sold their land to some ridiculous Singaporean eco-glamping resort developer.
Last year, shortly after handing over the reigns to this foreign outfit, we visited the now newly re-branded Akaigawa Tomo Playpark. We were assured by the staff that the campground would remain as it was, a simple place to pitch your tent, BBQ, and fish in the small adjacent stream. Surprisingly they held their word – for a few months.
Then corporate greed and needless meddling took over. Suddenly there was an ATV and snow mobile course and an archery range installed over the winter. We could live with that, since they didn’t seem to get any use when we visited that next summer. Just who Tomo Playpark thought they were catering to is beyond me.
Things really changed for the worse when they decided to remove the parking area near the entrance and replace it with a fully paved BMX race track. Because that’s just what everyone was requesting, right? First thing me and the fam are looking to do once we get into the mountains, away from the city’s hustle and bustle, is some professional level BMX competition!
This sickened me. I was somewhat gratified when camping there on probably the busiest holiday weekends of the summer, there wasn’t a single person using the newly christened “pump track” course. Alas, the damage was already done, and Tomo Playpark has the cash to literally import BMX riders to rural Hokkaido to drum up fake interest in their eyesore. Check out their Instagram feed (@akaigawa_tomo_playpark) to see them churn out posts of random foreign dudes being rad while ignoring the fact that nobody wanted this!
But the wholesale destruction of a previously idyllic campground didn’t end there. They teamed up with Snow Peak and let them install 5 prefab electrified box huts, complete with BBQ deck, destroying the best tent sites closer to stream. Then they went one step further and decided that those premium box huts needed a better view. So they literally chopped down most of the high bamboo and thickets along the banks of of the Shiroigawa River. Can’t see the water with that nature all blocking up the view, right?
Now I’m no environmental scientist, but I do know when you clear cut near a body a water, bad things are bound to occur. Which they did. The campground had to close off all the area near the river because of flooding that would have been contained if they hadn’t slashed down all the vegetation. What you have now are a bunch of overpriced box containers that feature a mosquito haven lagoon on their porch step every time it rains.
Needless to say we are hesitant to return to that cluster※※※k. I’m sure some Japanese families will find these amenities charming, but not those that prefer camping in its more natural state. So now the quest continues for a new, low impact, minimalist campground, free from corporate “eco-tourism” in Hokkaido. If you have any suggestions leave them in the comments.
“I apologize for my father’s death”
Here in good old Nippon, where much of the burden of caring for the elderly is placed on sons and daughters, the realities of such dynamics are clearly evident in the workplace. And even though it is seen as an honorable thing to care for one’s family, missing a day of work can easily wipe all that honor away very quickly.
Case in point: A forty-something teacher at my public junior high school, recently took a day off due to a death in her family. Japanese people are not known to pry into your family life, but for someone to take off any time at all is usually a pretty big deal. You would expect the staff and administration to just let things be, let her take some time to cope. But the absent teacher was back at work on Monday. That’s fine, to each their own.
The disturbing part came during the morning meeting, when after the usual daily messages from the vice-principle, the grieving teacher stood, did an overly long deep bow and proceeded to apologize for missing the previous Friday due do the death of her father. It wasn’t a lengthy speech. But I found it pretty unnecessary. Even more concerning was the teacher’s overall demeanor during that morning meeting and the rest of the day. She bowed repeatedly to the principle and vice-principle, continuing to apologize for her absence.
Apologizing – for missing one day of work – to attend the funeral of her father.
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen this. In fact, I clearly remember another time a teacher was absent, returned, walked the apology plank, and then later distributed omiyage to every staff member as a kind of penance for the burden they put on us by missing that workday unexpectedly. Yes, I have witnessed an employee leave butter cookies on every office desk because they placed the death of an immediate family member above their commitment to the workplace.
Maybe I am being a bit melodramatic. It’s time like these that I revel in my foreignness by actively avoiding such situations. I will continue to do so for as long as I live here.
Halloween is for Children
No other Western holiday, transferred to the shores of Asia, annoys me more than Halloween. Here in Japan, though your occasional kindergarten might hold Halloween events, the holiday seems to be reserved for 20 something Japanese pseudo-eccentrics and patisseries looking to make a buck. There are Halloween themed nomikais (drinking parties), and Halloween hook ups (just like on Christmas Eve – I know, disgusting right?). But one thing you most certainly won’t see is children knocking on doors, trick or treating.
Japanese as a society, although famously safe, possesses very little social trust. It would be highly unusual for anyone, child or adult, to knock on a neighbor’s door at an unspecified time in the evening and ask for anything – even if a local custom/festival allowed for such wanton behavior. The closest here in Hokkaido, might be Tanabata, where supposedly children go singing door to door, receiving sweets along the way. Despite reassurances that this is a real regional custom, I have yet to see any child doing this on Tanabata, and the custom may only survive in a few small villages (if at all).
So as a whole, Halloween is an excuse for “young” adults to act a fool, drink, and cosplay away from the prescribed make-believe zones in Harajuku. For the rest of Japanese society it means orange and black shopping mall decorations put up way too early, like mid September early, and cake shops busting out the orange food dye while jacking up the prices on Halloween themed cupcakes.
Where are the masked children rampaging through neighborhoods with an old pillowcase overflowing with candy? Where is the gluttony? Where is the post Halloween sugar high?
Alas my biggest pet peeve this time of year is the dreaded foreign resident Halloween enthusiast who feels the need to go way over the top with their preparations. They’ll lament about the difficulty in finding a decent orange pumpkin, while causing a stir at the local elementary school, arriving at class in full Dracula garb. Because it’s cultural, right? Trust me, your school principle is not pleased. And besides, isn’t being the only non-Japanese person within a 10 block radius enough to draw sufficient attention to yourself? Did you really need the fake axe impaled in your back to prove your still connected to your homeland?
A Blogvember to Remember!
Well, it appears quite a bit a time has passed since my last post. This always frustrates me to no end. So in order to seriously jump start my blogging, I declare the month of November as Blogvember! Since it is also NaNoWriMo, and also since I am not in a novel writing mood just yet, I thought I do the next best thing and get as many words as possible uploaded to my site. So for each day of November I will be making a post, no matter what. This might lead to some interesting thoughts, it might not. Whatever thoughts just pop into my head that day. I may ruffle some feathers, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles!
My Favorite Shop
I hate shopping most of the time. That’s a tough position to take living here in Japan, with its long shopping arcades, both above ground and below. But there is one shop in this country I can honestly say I love. Love! It’s in Tokyo, in Kanda, and it sells traditional Japanese hanafuda, karuta, and table games. My obsession with hanafuda (dating back to my Korean Go-Stop days) led me to Okuno Karuta. The shop sees little foot traffic, but its ambiance and mixture of both old and new left me in a state of wonder. It is literally the only shop in Japan that I have had to be dragged out of by my wife. Part museum, part retail shop, always colorful – this shop has it all.
Everything is for sale, but most of the sets displayed behind glass are too pricey for even the most avid collector. There are hand painted hanafuda, kabufuda, and karuta of every variety. There are also Mahjong sets, igo sets, and shogi boards of the highest quality.
The second floor is more like a museum than a shop, and some of the shops most prized pieces can be found the there.
@okunokaruta is also located hear Jimbocho, so you can stock up on all your sporting goods while your there. Funnily, there is a Games Workshop just down the road, if your into more modern tabletop gaming. But if your proclivities demand something more traditional, than check out Okubo Karuta.
Ukrainian Animal Crackers in Japan
March 2003, eating a hot dog from a vendor near my hotel in Kiev, Ukraine. Lots of cabbage on top, kinda like coleslaw. Not my proudest world culinary moment. I hardly remember any of the food eaten on that Trans-Siberian trip, but that hot doggy thing under a streetlight at dusk still sticks. I remember deciphering the Cyrillic to make out hot dog (Хот-дог), proud of my linguistic ingenuity.
Wherever I have traveled, I seem to remember most the foods of other ethnicities than the one which surrounds me.
Bicycling around the Netherlands in a half daze, eating shawarma at Utrecht’s Vredenburg Market. That’s when Middle Eastern food first got on my radar.
My first take out order while studying in York, England – egg foo young from a nearby Chinese joint. The jury is still out on that one.
Here in Old Nippon, land of soba and sushi, my true pleasure palace has been Taj Mahal, found in the basement of the Sapporo Factory shopping complex. While the kitsch of their interior ambiance might be overwhelming for some, the naan is made my a skilled artisan and keeps me coming back. Nothing repulses me more than the ubiquitous Japanese curry restaurant, and I have done everything in my power to avoid them for almost a decade. Even worse, an “Indian” curry place run by Japanese. That’s a tough one to wrap my taste buds around. Nope, I seek out the real thing every time. Legit Indian food, with a Bollywood soundtrack in the background (at a Japanese price point unfortunately).
Which brings me full circle. The other day my wife swung by Kaldi and picked up a bag of Grona Animal Crackers, straight from the Ukraine. The Ukraine to Japan food export scene can’t be that strong – this might be kismet! That’s a Turkish word.
100 Yen Knock-Off Nanoblock Inspiration
At heart I guess I am about 8 years old. If I happen to find myself in a 100 Yen shop, I immediately gravitate to the toy section. I can spend hours scouring the shelves, hoping to find some cheap hanafuda variant to add to my collection while my wife stocks up on random household supplies that are far more necessary.
These small animal sets took a deceptively long time, and easily killed a rainy summer afternoon. Projects like this help spark my creativity, and soon after this build session I busted out the old sketchbook and got back to work. I’m not an artist, but it helps calm the mind. Sometime I just like sketching something previously unexamined from my micro man cave. Take a look at this akabeko toy (a legend from Fukushima) and an early kind of bobblehead: