Helium

After a brief e-mail exchange with newly-minted professional Internet author Sean P. Aune, I've decided to give writing for Helium a try. There are three main differences between writing for Helium and Blogcritics. The first one is that Helium seems to be less of a hotbed for political, social and cultural commentary. The second is that I'm pretty sure that Helium has a smaller readership than the mighty Blogcritics. Third is the fact that Helium is supposed to pay you a share of advertising profits.

While I'm not expecting to get rich any time soon (or necessarily make a few bucks, honestly), I figured that I'd give writing for Helium a try. At first, I'm probably going to be revamping content which I've posted about on this blog such that it suits a self-contained article format. I'll still write for Blogcritics on occasion but I'll be splitting content according to what seems most appropriate for a particular outlet.

My first article is an expansion and rounding out of a story I told here before awhile back. If you're interested, you can find it here.

Weekend Posting

If you have a blog which receives comments regularly and post fairly often, you soon notice that comments drop off greatly on the weekends. For those out there who bother to track the number of hits they get (I don't), I'm sure that there are actual numbers to back up the fact that fewer people spend their time on the Internet on weekends and blogs get fewer visits.

That's not to say that weekend posts don't get read because I'm sure that Monday morning procrastination at work allows for ample opportunity to catch up but it does make me feel less compelled to put something up on weekends unless I'm chomping at the bit to do so. It's not that I don't have something to say because I almost always have something to say. It's more a matter of weekends tend to be busier than weekdays (except Wednesday which seems to be a smoking hot day for private lessons) and it's easy to just not put out the extra energy on the weekend.

For me, posting generally isn't some quick dash and send though I'll admit it is on occasion. It's usually a long slow walk around the topic and an attempt to view it from different angles in the hopes of offering a balanced view. This is followed by a spell-check and at least one proofread most of the time and sometimes a re-write. You can see why spending energy on posting on the busiest work days of the week would be a little hard under those circumstances.

Saturday and Sunday are also the only working days that my husband and I have any time to speak of together so the time is more precious. At present, my husband works from 11:00 am to 10:00 pm on Wednesday and Thursday and 1:00 to 10:00 pm on Friday. Since he gets up early enough for a swim before work, our evening schedule on those three days is usually spent cramming down dinner shortly after he walks in the door at 10:40, washing up, and getting ready for bed by midnight. That's a scant 90 minutes of time each night on those days. I should note that he chooses to work those 11 hour days so that he can make a bit more money for us while I "convalesce" and work only about 1/4 of a normal work week from home. This isn't one of those cases where a Japanese company is slave-driving him without extra pay.

On Saturday and Sunday, his schedule is 10:00 am - 6:20 pm so it feels like a real evening where we can actually interact meaningfully and enjoy each other's company after three days of "deprivation". Of course, we do have a "real weekend" on Monday and Tuesday where he has the whole day off but that time just seems to fly, especially with real world business day obligations like banking, bill paying, and appeasing the bureaucratic beast with offerings of properly filled out forms horning in on that time.

In my previous post, I talking about breaking out of habits and I'm thinking of simply not posting at all on Saturday and Sunday because I might be better off spending that time doing other things. Also, since I know other people are likely out there living their lives rather than vegetating in front of their machines (and good for them, I say), posting on the weekend is a bit like showing a movie that only a few people are watching.

Habits

As anyone who has read my blog for any length of time knows, I'm a strong advocate of de-cluttering but I realized something today which showed that I'm far from perfect at it. My husband and I have had two pair of tweezers for years. One has a tip which is bent or corroded in such a way that they are ineffective. The other works okay so we only use them.

For well over a decade now, my husband and I have been searching the tin box we store the tweezers in, picking up one and putting it back into the tin if it's the "bad" one. This pointless behavior is something we do out of habit. The logical thing to do is to throw away the pair that doesn't work and I finally did that today. But habit is a persuasive mistress that kept us making a pointless little choice for years.

While vacuuming today, I started to think about how much of our lives are conducted on auto-pilot because we act out of habit. Sometimes such habits are unintentionally destructive. If you turn on the T.V. or radio and leave them running in the background while you do something else out of habit rather than because you are sincerely interested in the programming, you waste energy and you divide your attention and risk prematurely exhausting your attention span from over-stimulation.

With television in particular, we grow so used to it droning on in the background that we forget how to stare off into space and daydream or think of nothing and get a mental cleansing. If reading books has any great advantage over television, it's that you have to actively want to read and attend to the process whereas T.V. is so effortlessly entertaining that we leave it on out of habit.

What is perhaps worse about habits though is that they end up robbing you of the pleasures of certain experiences. If you drink coffee everyday out of habit, you stop really enjoying the experience of the smell and the taste of it and just mindlessly drink it down. The same goes for other sorts of eating habits. In fact, overeating is likely contributed to in part by the habit of eating without paying attention to the experience of tasting the food or your body's cues that you are getting full. The first bite of anything is always the best and by the third, you are seeing diminishing returns on the pleasure of any gustatory experience but we mindlessly consume certain portions out of habit.

Habits are comforting though and they provide structure to our lives. There are good habits as well as bad ones but even the good ones can benefit from a regular analysis and alteration, particularly if you find yourself becoming a slave to your dutiful attention to such habits such that they either cause you stress or become destructive. You'd be surprised how often people complain about having to do something at a certain time of day or day of the week which they could just as easily choose not to do or to perform at a different less troubling time.

Our thinking can become so rigid at times that we forget that we have a choice about the patterns we fit our lives into. For instance, one of my students was complaining to me that she was beginning to get stressed because of too frequent e-mail exchanges with an English-speaking friend of hers. He would send her a message and she's respond immediately then he'd zip back a reply right away. It reached the point where she was getting 5 messages a day which took her a long time to compose replies to because of her limited English skills. Since she always responds immediately to e-mail, it never even occurred to her to change her habit and reply the next day to slow down the pace of the correspondence.

As for me, I'd been doing my student data and lesson content entry on my PC for the past two years. However, I started using the Macintosh full-time for nearly everything over the past several months and reserved the PC for game-playing only. Consolidating the majority of my work on one machine cut down on the keyboard and monitor swapping. The exception to doing all my "work" on the Mac was my student record keeping which I continued to do on the PC. As I pointlessly swapped to the PC today, I realized that this was a mindless habit. I can do e-mail and Excel work equally well from the Mac so I finally copied over the necessary files and made the switch.

If you're more interested in pragmatism rather than mental breaks, you can also look at your habits to see where your choices in spending could be altered to save you money and add variety to your life. For instance, I drink Diet Coke with lunch and dinner everyday but the truth is that I like iced tea quite a lot. The tea costs about 1/5 what the Coke is costing but it never even occurred to me to make it because I was following my routine. The same may go for how you travel to work, particularly if you drive a car and could take a bike ride. You also may find that services you pay for regularly like cable television or newspaper subscriptions are well past the point of diminishing returns and could be canceled with little loss to you.

Perhaps one of the worst habits we all have in this day and age is getting up and sitting in front of our computers. The first thing we do is read web pages or check e-mail. I'm guessing that checking or pecking at ones cell phone is another of these sorts of habits (but I don't have one so that isn't an issue for me). There are certain experiences we rob ourselves of by allowing ourselves to be drawn to our devices everyday out of habit. You could be having breakfast at a table with someone you love making eye contact and having a real conversation. You could be in the kitchen making the kind of breakfast that takes more than 5 minutes to slap together. You could stare out the window as you drink your coffee and think about something creative or personal rather than being spoon fed the thoughts or ideas put forth by others on their web pages.

If we take the time to break our most mentally-consuming habits, we can find that even daily experiences feel more "alive". I'm not trying to speak poorly of watching T.V. or using the computer but I do feel it's good to do these things because you really want the content rather than because it's there and you're consuming it almost thoughtlessly out of habit. My husband has actually been building on this sort of idea for a few years now. When he finds himself sitting in front of his laptop reading it without real interest or finding no true pleasure in it, he puts it down and reads a book or sits back and meditates. I can't say I've become as good at it as he but I do believe it's worth continuing to try and follow his example.

"Nice, Clean Girls"

My life at my former company began as a temporary worker who picked up the slack during the annual busy season between November and March. There were 4 full-timers and 5 of us temps. The full-time workers were John, Jolene, Doug, and my former boss Darryl. Doug and Jolene were both married but John was single. I sat in a cubicle next to John so I got to know him first and best.

Even though I'd been in Japan for two years at that point, I had limited experience with the types of gaijin Lotharios who treat the local women as potential harem girls for their sexual entertainment. To those who don't know, there is an unflattering but sometimes accurate image of some western men who come to Japan for the potential to score and are able to romance women largely based on the fact that they are foreign. These are typically the kind of men who couldn't get women back home for one reason or another and who like to carry on about how western women are inferior girlfriends/wives compared to Asian women. I guess it's easier to say you don't want something because there's something wrong with it than to say you can't have it because there's something wrong with you.

Before all the nice and well-adjusted men who have Japanese girlfriends/wives initiate their hackle-raising maneuvers, I'm not talking about you. Note the use of the word "some (western men)", not "all". Well, maybe I am talking about you if your dander is fluffing at the mention of this topic. If the very notion that there are some predatory foreign men out there who are losers who can attract Japanese women because the culture and communication gaps mask their more repugnant character attributes then you may be one of them. Otherwise, why would you get all worked up about it? If it doesn't bother you then you likely aren't one of them and are confident in your appeal to the opposite sex in any culture.

Anyway, John was my first experience face-to-face with one of these types of foreign men. Previously, I'd associated with men who were pretty decent (mainly married to Japanese or foreign women already, gay, or plain decent fellows who were open to women they encounter but not hunting them down as sexual trophies). He would come in some days looking like he'd slept in the clothes he wore the day before because he actually had done so. He slept with any girl he could and, since he looked like a pint-sized Bruce Willis, he didn't seem to have too many problems locating some accepting women who didn't mind a guy on the short side. He didn't respect Japanese women at all and in fact sometimes called them "honey" when he was teaching them on the phone as a sort of snide joke. His attitude toward them was as something he could use for sexual pleasure.

At some point, John, Doug, and I were having a conversation about John's dating habits and, of course, he wasn't shy about talking about how many girls he'd slept with in Japan. I can't recall the precise number but it was not some ridiculously small or large one. The topic of birth control came up and John said that he never wore a condom. When Doug and I expressed that we strongly felt this was very dangerous, particularly from a disease point of view, John said, "I only sleep with nice, clean girls."

Doug and I tried to convince him that STDs don't distinguish "clean" from "dirty" but he had no plans to start wearing his raincoat when he went splashing in the rain with his "clean" playmates because he was certain they wouldn't splatter any mud on him. Unfortunately, his attitude is not uncommon among either Japanese or foreign people who feel that Japanese people, and the women in particular, are too "clean" to carry or transmit STDs. This was a fact that I was reminded of when I read an unhappy story on Stippy related to this topic (which I recommend others read as well).

The irony is that many foreigners are aware that Japanese businessmen frequent the sex trade in Thailand and other Asian countries they pass through. While I'm sure most of them wear condoms, some of them do not and they are still at risk of contracting STDs from visiting prostitutes. If the knowing gaijin puts two and two together, he'll realize that it's only a matter of time before such men return and infect unsuspecting women and diseases will start making the rounds.

The fact of the matter is that HIV and AIDS are viewed as "foreign diseases" and doctors will lie to patients about their diagnoses if they feel the truth is going to be too hard on the patient. The shame associated with dying of AIDS as a cause of death may result in the cause of death being listed as the disease that the person succumbed to as a result of his suppressed immune system rather than as a death because of AIDS. This misleads people about infection rates and the possible risks that come from having unprotected sex and continues to contribute to the myth that Japanese people are, by and large, too "clean" to spread (potentially fatal) STDs.

Update: There's a thoughtful article on AIDS on Stippy which analyzes statistics in Japan which everyone should read as well.

Making a Wall Decoration

Back when I was taking high school art classes, we were required to experiment with a number of techniques for various projects. One of those projects was constructing a layered "3D poster" by building up elements using thick poster board. This required you to sub-divide your art into portions that were "flat" on the lowest level (the main "canvas") and elements which were to be cut out of a separate sheet of board and pasted on top of the first sheet.

Image pinched from Wikipedia's page on Rock and Roll Over because I'm too lazy to scan in my CD cover.

For my project, I chose to reproduce KISS's "Rock and Roll Over" cover art (pictured above). If you look at it, you can see there is a lot of intricate work around the top of the hair and I happened to choose the black portion of the inner area as my second layer. That meant I had to trace it onto poster board and cut it out with an Xacto-knife. My high school art teacher was convinced that I would not be able to successfully carve out the intricate edges around the tops of the heads and tried to dissuade me from this undertaking. Rabid KISS fan that I was, however, I would not be dissuaded and I did just fine. The end result was quite nice. Unfortunately, this bit of artwork is long gone now.

This sort of art is appealing for a large-scale decoration because it has texture and depth. While posters and pictures are quite flat, this sort of thing feels more "alive". One thing I had decided in redoing the living room is that I wanted to add more texture in general to the decor (hence the Indian woven fabric on my T.V. stand with nubby thread running through it as a design).

The model art created in Adobe Illustrator.

With the memory of this in mind and the gaping black space above my T.V. tasking me, I decided to give this sort of project a less ambitious (but hopefully more stylishly-themed) go. As I mentioned in a previous post, I decided to go with something chess themed. The first stage was designing the basic elements in Adobe Illustrator (as I mentioned and showed in my original post). Though drawing the pieces, particularly the knights, was somewhat tricky, this was actually the easy part of the project since making perfect lines and boxes is simple on the computer.

The next stage was to take a piece of corrugated plastic that was about 5 feet x 4 feet in size and cut out a 600 mm x 600 mm square. Since the sheet was so huge and unwieldy and I had no place to keep it, It was a serious struggle cutting it down to size. The bottom edge isn't perfect by a long shot but it's otherwise pretty decently done.


The next step was to measure and draw on the chess board grid with a pencil. I had hoped to avoid painting the white portion by erasing the lines when I was finished. Since I didn't have a 60 mm straight edge, I had to do this with a metallic self-rewinding tape measure and it was no picnic.

Next, I cut out 32 60 mm x 60 mm squares to use as raised tiles for half the board. This was actually much harder to do straight than one might expect because the blade kept slipping into the hollow part of the corrugated plastic and shearing. The final squares are barely adequate but I had little choice short of finding a new material to work with. Since I didn't want to work with cardboard or paper (because I'm afraid it'll develop problems in the super humid summer followed by the super dry winter), I decided to just accept the imperfection.


The picture above shows the squares and a sample sheet for the pieces graphic. I painted one square yellow and one blue to color test them against the black pieces. My husband wasn't too keen on the yellow so I thought I'd give blue a shot. Unfortunately, the blue was too dark so I went with the yellow.


Painting 34 (two spare) squares of plastic yellow is pretty messy and I ended up with yellow fingers from trying to hold them while painting them edge to edge. They ended up needing two coats of paint because of streaks.

You can see the ragged bottom edge pretty well here but it won't be as visible when it's completed.

After mulling over various methods of attaching the squares, I settled on using double-sided tape because it is instant, clean, and easy to pull off if I make a mistake. Using a straight edge, I taped them down with extra-thin tape from the 100 yen store.


After the yellow squares were attached, I painted the rest of it white because the pencil lines would not erase clean. I used a cut up postcard to protect the edges of the yellow squares from the white in between but it still smudged over on occasion. You can clearly see the corrugation of the plastic even through 3 layers of white paint. This is actually fine with me as it adds more texture to the piece.

The board was the hardest part. I knew that if anything was going to go wrong, it would be with its construction. While it's not as perfect as I'd like, it's certainly fine enough. The next point I had to consider was how to attach the chess pieces. I originally wanted them to be a third layer on the same corrugated plastic but it was far too hard to work with for anything requiring even a modest level of detail. I printed the art on label paper and put it on a pizza box which was made of relatively thin cardboard but this didn't work very well either and was going to also put paper into the equation.


In the end, I decided to settle for printing the pieces on photo paper, cutting each piece out with an Xacto-knife and laminating them. I figure the lamination will keep the paper from being affected by the humidity and make them shiny so they will fit the shiny painted look of the board. Laminating also tends to make the pictures look sharper and crisper. The main drawback is that the pieces are nearly flat and I had hoped for a third raised layer.

Cutting out and laminating all the pieces was time-consuming and, again, my results were far from perfect though only close scrutiny is likely to reveal the imperfections. I noted with irony that the pawns, which were easiest to draw in Illustrator, were the hardest to cut out and attach to the board because of their narrow, curvy shape and there were more of them than any other piece. I had to cut down the double-sided tape several times to get it to fit on the pawns but finally got all the pieces attached.


In order to make the edge look more finished, I trimmed it with heavy foil tape. I'm not sure what the original purpose of this type of tape is supposed to be but it is literally very stiff foil which is sticky on one side. It was very hard to work with and didn't go on nearly as well as I'd hoped (there are crinkles in it as one would expect in foil). If I could do it over again, I'd use some other type of silver tape which wasn't as prone to wrinkling but I can't rip this stuff off and do it again because I'm sure it'll tear off the paint in strips. Nonetheless, I think it looks better with the tape than it would without it and looks quite nice up on the wall next to the Monty Python poster.

Food Snobbery

Recently I've been following a web site for "foodies" called Chow. This is the sort of site which is heavy on recipes that include balsamic vinegar, edamame, pine nuts and goat cheese. If you read the boards, you will easily come away thinking that this is a site frequented by people who turn up their noses at "pedestrian" fare. I've read threads where they've taken the time to express their impressions of the latest set meal at KFC (hint: they're not fans) and spoken disdainfully of places like Applebee's (one wag said he wouldn't inflict it on Saddam Hussein).

This same group of people rub their hands together with glee because a Japanese department store is now offering green tea "soft cream" (that's soft serve ice cream) in their area (in a U.S. city) with optional azuki bean topping. This is the crap that you can buy in convenience stores all over Japan. The people who sell it take bags of pre-made (likely powdered) mix, pour it into a machine, add water and pump a little air into it then squeeze it out through a tube for you. It's essentially the same gloop you get at Dairy Queen in the U.S. but instead of it being topped off with canned crushed pineapple that has been boiled with sugar it's topped with canned soy beans that have been boiled with sugar.

I don't have a problem with people who like exotic or gourmet food and dislike food prepared with cheap, low quality, or commonly-used ingredients. I do have a problem with the hypocrisy of people who praise the pedestrian fare of one culture while putting their noses in the upright position for similar pedestrian fare from another culture (usually American). Soft serve ice cream from the U.S. is swill. The same thing from Japan in a different flavor is a culinary treat.

I've witnessed this sort of hypocrisy mainly in regards to Japanese food because I know it so well from having lived here. I know when cheap Japanese food is being lovingly embraced as if it were haute cuisine because I know what is commonly available. However, I've also seen glimpses of it on (sometimes chef, author, and full-time T.V. personality) Anthony Bourdain's food and travel programs for the Discovery channel. On the whole, I enjoy his shows but he really has a thing for taking every opportunity to speak derisively of America's popular food culture. He went out of his way to chase down the origin of nachos in Mexico not to teach us how this monstrously popular snack was created but how it was originally served to American wives of dignitaries when there was nothing better around to serve them. The ladies had the low taste to enjoy this off the cuff concoction and it somehow (supposedly) spread to the U.S. from this one experience. The notion that this one instance where a Mexican served stale chips with cheese and peppers set off a trend is pretty absurd. At the same time, I've seen Bourdain praise relatively mundane fare in Europe. The most memorable one was a crepe spread with Nutella (a mass-produced chocolate hazelnut spread full of fat and sugar which you can buy in a jar at most markets which is also extremely yummy) and a few bananas. Qualitatively speaking, this is little better cuisine than a peanut butter and banana sandwich.

The problem with food snobs isn't that they have a taste for food which is unique in flavor and texture. The problem is that they dislike food simply because it is popular with a lot of people or available to the masses. These are the sorts of people who would view meatloaf dismissively but get excited about an order of tsukune when they're both little more than ground meat and regionally-determined seasonings mixed up, pressed together and cooked.

Sometimes I wonder what it is about human nature that compels people to deride what others embrace while talking about what they love. Is it really so hard to simply love what you love and let others enjoy what they like without subjecting them to your disdain? I guess it is if your ego is structured such that you can only elevate yourself by putting down something.

"Oil Taking Paper"

When you buy bottles of Coke or Pepsi in Japan, it's not uncommon to find plastic packets attached to the top with little bits of various types of junk in them. Often these items are trinkets to dangle off your cell phone or "collectible" items following a certain theme such as small plastic figures of Snoopy or the characters from the animated series Lupin III. Quite some time ago, I was even compelled to collect a series of small (very cute) Christmas ornaments of the Coca-Cola polar bears (I still have them in the closet in a Christmas tin). Most of these items are decorative and completely impractical though you'll occasionally get something of extremely limited use such as a magnet or a clip.

Since Coke Zero was only introduced to Japan relatively recently, 1.5 liter bottles of that beverage sometimes have these little bar magnets hung around their necks. If you click and look at a bigger version, you can see the left end of the magnet is a little Coke bottle shaped "window" to the back of the bar.

Today, I bought a 1.5 liter bottle of Diet Pepsi with a Bugs Bunny packet attached to the top. I didn't pay much attention to what it was since I was mainly picking it up because it was cheap. From the appearance, I thought it might be a little calendar or stickers. When I opened it up, I saw it was full of little papers. Before reading the Japanese, I thought they might be for cleaning your eyeglasses though that did seem like a rather peculiar thing to attach to a bottle of soda.

When I looked more closely, the package said "aburatorigami" on it. The rough translation of this is "oil taking paper". I remembered then that I'd seen these types of papers before in the hands of the office ladies at my former job. They rubbed them on their faces on occasion to remove oil from their skin. Supposedly, these are effective in removing sebum in such a way that make-up applied after a mop up with these papers is less likely to crack or deteriorate throughout the day. However, since I often saw women using them in midday, they may be commonly used for all-purpose oil removal.

Given that this is an item used to conduct what could be considered personal hygiene maintenance, it seemed an even stranger thing to be attaching to the neck of soda bottle than eyeglass cleaning papers. While doing a little research on this type of item, I did discover that they are distributed with company messages, logos, or advertising much like matchbooks in the U.S. or pocket tissue packets on the streets of Tokyo. There's a web site which seems to specialize in producing these papers for companies to give away to prospective customers. It seems that they are appropriate for all types of businesses from dentists to lacquerware makers to beauty salons.

The bottom line for a company that chooses to distribute these papers does not appear to be how appropriate they seem to be with the type of product they're given away with (like soda pop) but appears to be their desirability and usefulness to nearly anyone who gets them. Much like pocket tissue packets, they seem to be the sort of thing most people wouldn't mind having handy. Well, everyone except me. Mine are headed for the trash bin.

Inner-Directed and Outer-Directed Pain

It could be my imagination and statistics may not back me up but there seem to be more suicides in Japan recently. Some of the suicides have been gruesome and particularly sad. In today's news, there was a story about a man who likely murdered his pregnant wife and children then killed himself. The motive in this case was very likely despair over his debt. Another man decapitated himself by tying one end of a rope around his neck and the other around a tree then driving off at high speed.

As most people know, Japan is well-known for having a high suicide rate among developed countries. This is generally believed to be the result of a lack of mental health services to help people deal with their problems in conjunction with a shame-based culture that views "falling on one's sword" as an "honorable" means of escaping one's problems. While I don't disagree with these explanations, I think it goes further than that.

One screamingly obvious thing you notice as a major difference between Japan and the U.S. is that there are far more murders in the States and more suicides in Japan. You also can't help but notice that many Americans have no shame when it comes to airing their dirty laundry. People make a living out of T.V. shows that show people modeling the ugliest aspects of human nature. It's one thing to succumb to your weaknesses but quite another to display the consequences of having done so for all to see. What is worse are the people who entertain themselves by watching the base behavior of others.

In the U.S., you see that people direct their anger and pain externally. If life lets you down in America, you blame others and curse the unfairness of existence. If you don't get what you believe you deserve, you go and take it from someone else. If you hurt, you hurt someone else to counterbalance your pain. American culture sees loud and incessant catharsis as an indication of mental toughness. It also glorifies vengeance in the popular media and sees revenge as a form of justice.

In Japan, the culture values controlling one's feelings and sees the inability to control your emotions as immature. While Americans view speaking your mind as an indication of confidence and indifference to the opposing opinions of others (which shows how intact one's ego is), Japanese sees this as showing the same level of emotional control as a child and being insensitive to the feelings of those around you. You also don't see reality shows in Japan where real people parade their shameful behavior.

The Japanese are particularly more likely to decide to end it all over money problems since they take debt far more seriously than Americans do. While people in the U.S. weigh the effects of declaring bankruptcy on their credit rating and future borrowing and spending patterns, few of them seem to think too long or hard about the fact that they have failed at being fiscally responsible and are cheating their creditors out of money they owe them.

The Japanese culture deals with problems in an inner-directed fashion. It's no surprise that, while an American in great debt who just lost his job will go off and shoot his coworkers, a Japanese person will kill himself. Since the roots of this inner-directness appear to be deeply-embedded in the core values of Japanese culture, I'm not sure how effective counseling would be, particularly conventional talk therapy. I'm equally sure that the Japanese would not quickly embrace pharmacological therapeutic methods as they are much more hesitant to take strong medications or new drugs than those in western cultures.

If counseling is to be an answer in Japan, it will need to be coupled with real answers to problems. I doubt that allowing people to talk about their problems and attempting to guide them away from killing themselves when they are in a situation which seems to have no solution will provide much of a deterrent and would be more likely to result in a delay. The entire culture has been encouraging them all their lives to be responsible and stoic. Effective counseling will need to go hand in hand with social programs that allow people to dig themselves out of the hole they see themselves in and come out of the situation with their self-respect intact.

Note: I see the U.S. as one extreme and Japan as the other but don't believe either is "better" than the other. I think there's a happy medium somewhere between the two.

Not Before 8:01 am

At around 4:15 pm this afternoon, the delivery folks arrived with the new Harry Potter novel from Amazon Japan. Since we live in the future, we get a head start on the U.S. It's legal for us to have them now.


If you look closely at the sticker on the box, it says that the box cannot be delivered before 8:01 am on July 21. I imagine that means these parcels were idling somewhere waiting for the magical day (no pun intended, trust me) to arrive.

All of this concern over something as trivial as a novel about a boy wizard getting out a little early strikes me as beyond absurd. It strikes me as doubly so when I listen to the book's author bellyaching about how true fans who really, really love the Potterverse will show their faith and wait like good little girls and boys for the officially-sanctioned delivery date before peaking inside the covers. The sense of self-importance behind any author who attaches so much meaning to her work that she gets worked up about it getting out a few days early boggles the mind, particularly when that author isn't the bee's knee's of great authors.

All of this hoopla will be a curious memory after today. Personally, my desire to actually read the book has been considerably dampened by the presence of that ridiculous sticker on the box treating the package as it it were precious and important enough not to be let out too soon. I'm going to read it but not for awhile yet. I think when something which is merely a distraction from life takes on such importance, it's time to re-evaluate priorities.

Gurnard

When you're a language teacher, you spend a lot of your time introducing new words to your students. On rare occasions, you find that your students will introduce new words to you. I'm not talking about learning Japanese words but about English words that I've never heard of before.

One of the reasons you tend to hear "new" English words is that most students are working out of dictionaries that haven't been updated since the turn of the previous century. They poke at their electronic dictionaries to find the English for a Japanese word they can't express (or refuse to express) in simple English and out pops some antiquated or obscure word that even your Grandpa wouldn't use.

Another reason is that the dictionaries give awkward translations in lieu of multi-word accurate translations. Most bi-lingual dictionaries seem to have been written by the same type of people who teach high school English in Japan. That is, the type who aren't actually fluent in the language that is their livelihood and never double-check their understanding but mainly draw their information from research sources who had little better knowledge of the language than they do. A good example of this is that the Japanese word "tokucho" is sometimes found to mean "characteristic" in dictionaries but a better translation would be "distinguishing feature". You find that students often mis-use "characteristic" because they are substituting it for situations where they'd use tokucho.

One of the obscure English words that I learned early on was "antifebrile". I also learned it's brother, "antipyretic". Unless you're a doctor or involved in medicine in some fashion, these aren't the sorts of words one tends to encounter. However, the Japanese seems absolutely obsessed with taking their temperatures and the doctors equally obsessed with doling out medication for even a hint of fever so it's not uncommon for a student who has made his or her semi-weekly trip to the doctor in a panic over a "fever" to mention that he or she was given antifebrile medication. (Yes, I exaggerate, but just a little. ;-) )

This evening, I learned another new English word from one of my students, gurnard. My student was telling me about her weekend activities and how they were affected by the typhoon. On Saturday, a barbecue had been planned by one of her friends. He was going to grill steaks, shrimp, and various tubers on a grill set up by the sea or a river but the rain put the kibosh on his plans for a scenic locale. The barbecue, which was also a 32nd birthday party for one of the attendees, was held despite the heavy rain. Everyone crowded under the cover of his car's parking space and spent 10 hours eating, talking, and, mostly, drinking. I guess that standing in a parking space for the better part of the day is bound to inspire copious amounts of imbibing.

While my student's Saturday was plagued by the typhoon, her Sunday was enhanced by it. One of her friends works at an expensive hotel in Yokohama and the hotel had planned a weekend of festivities for its guests including fireworks. The expectation was that a large number of guests would appear there and patronize the restaurants because the fireworks could be seen very clearly from this particular hotel. The typhoon caused the fireworks to be canceled and a high turnout at its restaurants was looking rather unlikely.

With a ton of expensive food, particularly fresh seafood, ready to rot in the pantry, the hotel employees were encouraged to call friends and family to come in and chow down for a 50% discount. My student enjoyed a multi-course meal at an Italian restaurant which included gurnard and so I learned another new English word from a student.

From dictionary.com:

gur·nard:

any marine fish of the family Triglidae, having an armored, spiny head and the front part of the pectoral fins modified for crawling on the sea bottom.

So, It's Out

Image pinched from Amazon.com's Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows page.

There are rumors, inevitably, that the 7th (and possibly final) Harry Potter novel has leaked and is available via a torrent file. Some people are saying the files are an elaborate hoax and others are saying it's the real deal.

Well, folks, I can tell you that it is the real deal or the most amazingly convincing hoax ever (and I'm convinced of the former). While I'm sure that the book's publisher may be wringing its hands and fretting over this, it's really not worth worrying about. The files are a collection of jpegs of the pages of the book taken with a digital camera as the book lies open on a table and someone turns the pages. The pages can't even be read without zooming in massively and are illegible near the spine of the book. No one is going to "read" the book in this fashion and fail to purchase a real book.

The main purpose of this leak isn't to allow people to not buy the book (after all, we're all going to buy it...my husband and I have our pre-order in place already). The point of this is to provide spoilers several days before the official release date. So, this means that spoilers are out there 3 days earlier than they normally would but otherwise means little else. Some people appear to have gone through the painstaking process of attempting to read these eye-straining pictures and plucked out all the most important details (like who dies) and posted them.

If you really care about not being spoiled, you may want to turn your computer off now and don't turn it back on until your pre-ordered copy shows up and you've spent all night reading it. For those of us (raises hand) who think that J.K. Rowling's "hints" lend an extreme irritation factor to reading the books because they make the reader think mainly about who is going to kick it, the spoilers are actually welcome since we can find out who buys the farm and just pay attention to the damn story this time around.

20th Anniversary

Several months, I posted that my husband and I celebrated our 18th wedding anniversary this year. The truth is that we didn't actually want to get married on the date we chose. July 18th was the date we wanted to get married on.

I'm not sure about most people and how they reach the point where they put themselves out there and admit their feelings for one another. If I believe what I read and see in popular media, relationships often start with a date and build in intensity until one party or another declares he or she loves the other. The other party either happily reciprocates or disappointingly says something to let the moment pass with the least embarrassment possible.

I imagine that it's hard for anyone in a relationship to be the first person to say "I love you" because it is an incredible emotional risk, or at least it is if you really mean it, and aren't one of those people who utter it meaninglessly and with ease. In my husband's and my case, the situation was complicated by the fact that we hadn't met face to face and were pen pals so there was a certain weirdness factor. No one believes you can fall in love without having seen each other yet but we did. And everyone feels that even if the two of you believe it, it's not "real" and you're fooling yourselves.

Even though my husband had been receiving all the signals in the world from me that I was pretty enamored of him, it still wasn't easy for him to be the first one to admit he'd fallen in love with me but he did 20 years ago today. I never would have been the first one to say it as my weak self-esteem would never have allowed me to put myself out there with the possibility of rejection but I had been in love with him for months at that point.

So, this is the day we wanted to marry because it carries more emotional significance and marked the moment when our relationship changed from friendship to serious relationship.

Blog Cannibalism

There are more than 20 blogs in my bookmarks list. I open them in tabs and either read or at least scan each of them every day. While a fair number of them are about Japan, some of them are also about technology or news. By far, the ones I enjoy most tend to be those where people talk about their lives in an interesting fashion but I also like to see what's new (even if I'm very unlikely to purchase anything).

One thing I have noticed from reading so many blogs is that there appears to be a fair amount of cannibalism going on. That is, I see a lot of people posting exactly what other people have posted about already. This is particularly pervasive when it comes to posts about items or certain news bits which tend to appear on the big technological announcement sites like Engadget or from major item-oriented sites like TokyoMango. In many cases, the same graphics are pinched and used in the copycat posting.

While I like it when people say things like, "I read about this on (site name) and I think this/want this/think it sucks/love this because...", I don't like what boils down to outright content theft. The reason I don't like the repetition of announcements isn't that I'm annoyed that I'm not being served new content. It's mainly because it makes me think some people have blogs but really don't have enough to say so they go around stealing someone else's work. It also makes me feel like people who work harder to get content are being ripped off.

Obviously, there are situations which occur where everyone tends to ride the same bit of news at the same time, particularly when that news is a major release from a big company like Apple. I'm not talking about those situations. I'm talking about when someone will post a picture and talk about something relatively esoteric then the exact same picture and essentially parallel content are posted on another blog shortly thereafter. I've seen this happen with Roy's Q-taro blog on occasion because he tends to come across more quirky and unique items than most people.

I guess this sort of copying is the result of the profitability of some web sites but also from the pressure people feel to steadily feed their audiences with "new" content each and every day. I sometimes wonder why people care so much about posting every day if there's nothing to say. After all, if you have to pinch content to fill the space on a particular day, then you didn't really post everyday and saying you posted for x number of days straight has no meaning.

To be honest, early on in my blogging, I intentionally skipped days so I wouldn't fall into the trap of thinking 'I've posted every day since I started'. It prevented me from falling into the ego-gratifying but ultimately empty trap of feeling posting everyday was a necessity since I "failed" at posting once a day without fail very early on.

Lifehacker and Lifehack

There are a great many blogs and sites that I follow which provide advice for improving your quality of life in one way or another. I really should add a section for links to such sites but I wanted to take a moment to recommend a couple which I've found particularly interesting and enjoyable.

Lifehacker provides tips and links to sites with tips about many aspects of life including using your computer, changing your living space so it is more attractive and efficient, making your own versions of things more cheaply, saving money and time and reducing consumption. I don't find every tip useful and tend to skim the headers for each one and generally find one of use or interest several times a week. The comments on Lifehacker often add even more to the tips and provide a lot of information as well.

The nice thing is that the tips are useful to those of us living in Japan for the most part and not specifically geared toward people in any particular life situation. I strongly recommend bookmarking it and giving it a glance on a daily basis.

While Lifehacker is mainly concerned with improving your external life, Lifehack is concerned with both improving your outer and inner life (but not in a spiritually-oriented way so please don't think it's a religious site). There is an absolutely excellent post there on "10 virtually instant ways to improve your life" which every person ought to be forced to read again and again until they act in accord with those ideas and teach them to their children, friends, coworkers, and pets. Honestly, the world would be a happier place if everyone followed those steps (or at least tried to do so).

As with Lifehacker, I don't find everything useful but I give the headings a read everyday and find several really good items a week. The links to tips for using vinegar are particularly interesting this week.

Russian Roulette

The earthquake yesterday in Northwestern Japan, which has so far resulted in 9 known deaths (possibly more to come), fills me with the feeling that I'm playing Russian roulette by continuing to remain in Tokyo. Everyone talks about how Tokyo is "overdue" for a "big one" and I always believe that's a bit of nonsense since mother nature doesn't work on a schedule.

When it comes to nature (or even life in general), anything can happen any time but nothing "has to" happen at any particular time. I think that the sort of people who enjoy talking about how Tokyo is overdue for a devastating quake are the sort that smile just a little and experience a thrill when they hear there's been a bad car accident nearby. Some people really just love the excitement that comes along with unusual and unusually bad news which isn't going to affect them.

However, it is a fact that anyone living in the "Ring of Fire" is gambling that a truly horrible earthquake isn't going to come her way. That doesn't mean I'm going to run off and escape "the big one" because the truth is that a natural disaster can hit anyone anywhere anytime and what will be will be. When I lived in Pennsylvania, there were floods, hurricanes and tornadoes. In fact, I saw a real twister in the distance when I was a child. It didn't come too near our house but tornadoes are very unpredictable and can move erratically and demolish one house while leaving neighboring houses standing. You don't know where one will touch down and for one to be close enough for you to see it is a pretty intimidating experience.

Anywhere you live, you're gambling that the natural events which are capable of occurring in that area will not happen to smite you. Even before we lived in dwellings that were big enough and heavy enough to fall and kill us, our ancestors were dying from various natural disasters. Archaeologists speculate that the Olmec civilization was ultimately consumed in a flood. Pompeii was famously destroyed by a volcano which had been dormant for so long that the people who lived near it didn't even suspect it was going to erupt despite there being early signs that it may happen.

The thing about gambling is that it's always more likely that your prediction will not happen than it will. Would you bet your life savings on the possibility that a certain number between 1 and 7,300 would come up on a wheel during a given spin? Twenty years in Japan is 7,300 days and you're betting your life that a huge earthquake that could kill you isn't going to occur. That's a pretty safe bet and odds are that the chances of a hugely devastating quake are far lower than 1 in 7300.

Note: To those who have kindly inquired about our well-being after the quake, we were too far away to be seriously affected though the quake did result in some spooky long-lasting swaying. Thanks for your concern and thoughts. It's very appreciated.

Chess

When my husband was quite a bit younger, he competed in chess tournaments and was quite a good player. To this day, when he sees someone playing chess in a movie or T.V. program, he will scrutinize what is happening carefully and pronounce whether or not the moves are realistic. He also has nothing for disdain for the way in which "checkmate" is proclaimed in a completely dubious fashion in so many shows. At those times, he reminds me of my father, who can identify older cars' makes and years with a glance, and who similarly scoffed at various things related to cars in T.V. shows.

At some point in his teen years, my husband lost interest in taking part in tournaments but he's still a very good player. On occasion, he plays against a fairly good program on his computer. He even has a kid who is a student at his school who he played chess with in lessons a few times. Part of the problem for him in terms of finding partners is that few casual players are as good as he is. In fact, I can play chess in that I know how the game is played but it's just too much concentration for me to think as many moves ahead as a really good player is required to do. My husband, on the other hand, is excellent at thinking things through thoroughly and he possesses the sort of memory that helps him remember moves.

A very long time ago, when my husband and I were still buying each other Christmas gifts, I bought him a small marble chess set at Tokyu Hands. I bought the small one because of our limited space but he would have preferred a really good large one with heavy, tactilely-satisfying pieces. One of these days, we'll live some place where we can just set up a nice little table somewhere and he can leave a beautiful chess set all the time.

The set pictured above has been in the closet for quite some time but I decided I'd take it out and use it decoratively in the bookcase. I made the picture near it with a collection of stock photos, Photoshop, and my new printer. It's actually served as an inspiration for an art project that I hope to create and hang in the living room some time in the next few weeks in the big glaring empty space above the T.V.


I'm hoping to construct a layered bit of artwork from a huge piece of corrugated plastic we have, vector art, and a lot of careful measuring and painting. Yesterday, I drew the basic chess pieces based on my husband's favorite bitmapped representations from his chess-playing days. If all goes well, the big version will greatly resemble the picture above.

The Big Swap - Part 3

I decided not to sit on my re-vamped living room until it reached a state of "perfection" because it'll be awhile given my high standards and limited free time. So, here is the result of all my cleaning and hard work. Click on any picture to see a bigger version which has easier to see details.


The corner of the room which I revealed as a filthy mess with dust climbing up the walls in a previous post is now my desk area. The walls really do look fairly clean now though there are still "smog patterns" near the top which wouldn't come clean. I only lost the desktop real estate on the right which the PC now occupies. Two DVD burners and a video capture box are stacked on it. The black one is a new dual layer burner my husband brought back from the U.S. in May. The other is my old one which now mainly functions as a reader for the PC which has always had a wonky drive. My former desk set-up is pictured here.

The main change I had to make was the arms from my chair had to be removed so it could be pushed completely under the desk during my lessons. While the room has more space now than before (and feels bigger), the clear floor space doesn't work so well with two huge chairs and a table. Frankly, I don't miss the arms much except for when I pull the chair in and out. The back has never worked properly (the back always reclines and won't stick in place) so I tended to yank the chair around by the handles. Now, pulling it out by it's flexible back rest is more troublesome.

I plan on painting the framework my stuff is stacked on as soon as the humidity drops and I have the time. I figure I'll paint it ivory so it'll be lighter but not shockingly bright.


My favorite part of the change to my area is how the top looks with the Buddha and tea candle holders as well as a special spot for my Skull plushie. The Buddha is from the gardening section at the 100 yen shop and the candle holders from the "interior" section of the same shop. One thing I've realized is that you get better decorative objects from the gardening section in cheap shops than in the "interior" sections which seem to have a lot of cheesy-looking, hyper-colorful crap.

The orange speakers, incidentally, are a leftover from my tangerine iMac days. They now serve my Mini (which has horrible internal speakers). The nicer-looking but just as cheap black speakers are for the PC.


One casualty of the move was poor old Sammy the Hammy's ear. I knocked him over so many times while setting things up that I chipped his ear. I gave him his own iMac to make up for it and he seems just as happy as ever.


My attempts to control cord spaghetti were pretty unsuccessful as you can see. The yellow pillow is my foot rest. The orange iBook is for use in lessons so I don't have to print two copies of lessons and the black box has my digital camera and cables. The teal basket has printer paper.


While the set-up with two desks next to each other is the same as it was before, the main difference is my husband actually uses the desk now. That's his notebook PC on it in this picture though he often takes it to work with him. Since his desk is smaller than mine and I've taken all the shelves for my own purposes, I mounted a small rack that you can hang little baskets off of for him to put his things in at the end of the day. The set-up for this desk previously is shown here.

When we're both home and using our computers, his chair is right next to mine. We're somewhat close together, especially when he reclines, but we're both much happier being next to each other in this way and he's better off at a desk than lying on the bed all the time.


My new printer (with the already lauded front-loading cassette) and scanner take up the lower shelves. The scanner is quite old and I'm figuring it's the next piece of computer equipment that is going to croak on me (that or my aging PC).


The wall space above the T.V. is still tasking me. I have a plan to put something decorative there but it's going to take awhile to make. I also want to paint the stand the T.V. is on but I know that's going to take a long time to get to (if ever) so I covered it with woven fabric from India to add in some color and undermine the feeling of the right side of the room being a dark pit. The old T.V. set-up is pictured here. On the bottom shelf, I also put some gold tea candle holders I've had for almost two years but never found a good place to put them. They were part of a huge pack of wonderful-smelling Christmas candles my husband bought. They're the only thing I have left from it and add some nice sparkle to the lower shelf.

The clay figure on top of the DVD shelf, which sort of reminds me of something from South America, is another garden section find from the 100 yen shop.


I ditched the dark sofa cover and pink pillowcases and decided to change to a color scheme with light blue and gold because of the darker carpeting. Click here to see the old look of the sofa and carpet. I also swapped my kitty tile clock for the blue Apple one to add in more blue and a bigger decorative element. I went with blue and gold because they're the main colors in the Month Python and the Holy Grail poster above my husband's desk and it's the biggest decorative element in the room.


This bookshelf was transplanted from another corner of the room and I cleared out some of the shelves and re-arranged them. The old shelf set-up is pictured here. The Easter Island type figure on the top is yet another garden object. You can't see it but the trash can is a planting pot. I wanted a clay one and a bigger one but couldn't find one on the cheap.

When I see the pictures of the room, I think it actually looks better in person than the shots indicate. Part of the reason for this is that I can't get just any camera angle I'd like because of the size of the apartment and the difficulty of shooting back as far as necessary to get a good angle.

Another reason is that, unlike all the glamor shots of homes you see in magazines, I don't remove all the everyday stuff from the shots to make them look nicer or shoot in such a way that only select areas show. It's amazing how every time you see a picture in some magazine of someone's gorgeous home that these people never have things like trash cans, phones, televisions, or any sort of wiring. Apparently, all their gorgeous lamps are wired directly through holes in the floor or end tables they sit on. On rare occasions, you'll see some impeccable home that hides the T.V. behind a screen or concealing cabinet but, for the most part, they seem to lack a lot of the types of things we can't avoid (like cables from a PC to a monitor or a power supply cable).

When I finish up the bedroom, I'll post a tour of it.

Anyway, I'm pretty happy with how things turned out except for the things I've mentioned. :-)

Getting a Japanese Credit Card

The doorbell rang today (Sunday) and a postman was standing in his rain suit with a registered letter. The last time I got a registered letter in Japan, it was from the local ward office demanding I cough up my delinquent health insurance payment or they'd go to my company and tell on me. This wasn't much of a threat because I'd quit my job about a year ago at that time but I paid anyway and now they love me again.

I wasn't exactly pleased to see another registered letter and wondered who was going to threaten to run off and tell my mommy on me this time, especially since I'm not behind in any payments now. Fortunately, it was just the bank sending me a new credit card to replace the one which is at this very moment approaching complete obsolescence. I believe this is my third renewal since getting a Japanese card and all I remember is that the first one was really nice-looking with a grey and black representation of Botticelli's Birth of Venus on it. The re-issued one looked pretty much like the one above, blue and boring.

If you read forums or blogs, you find a lot of hostility when it comes to foreigners (not) getting cards issued by Japanese banks. A lot of this is justified because it is difficult to get a card if you're not Japanese. The banks are afraid you'll spend to your maximum credit limit and blow the country so they don't want to issue cards to people who have been here a short time or haven't shown job stability. In my case, I was able to get a card after working at my company for about 5 years. My company asked me if I wanted a card (I didn't request one) and did all the paperwork for me. It surprised me that it was so simple given all I'd heard.

If you read forums frequented by foreigners, you get a lot of misinformation about what you have to do to qualify for a card. I've heard people say you have to be able to read the fine print, which is written in Japanese, and therefore you can only get a card if you are fluent. This is simply not true. I never read the agreement nor even had it translated for me by someone else. It's also sometimes said that you must have an official hanko (personal ink stamp seal) to get one and this is also not true.

These days, it's probably easier to use a shop which really wants to issue cards to help you get a card. Costco in Japan, for example, is more than happy to sign you up and they're very gaijin-friendly. It's also easier to get the sort of cards that charge an annual fee (like Master Card) than the free ones. The truth is that Japanese financial institutions aren't stuffing credit cards into people's hands like candy into a child's Halloween bag like they are in the U.S. They're a bit more wary, particularly with people who are potentially a bad risk because they have no incentive to be responsible for their debts, and frankly, a lot of short-term visitors lack such an incentive. It's not too much to ask that people show some sort of commitment to their life here (staying more than a year) and the ability to pay off their debts (by having a steady job) before handing them a card.

If you really want a card, I suggest having your visa sponsor apply on your behalf just after they renew your second contract. Most accountants in companies are willing to lend a hand though you may be out of luck if you work for a monolithic fast food school that doesn't offer any sort of support to its employees (such as Nova).

Some people might wonder why someone who resides in Japan must have a Japanese card when a card from any country is just as usable at shops or for on-line purchases. The main reason they're good to have is that it saves you charges for (two) currency exchanges. If my husband and I use our U.S. card, we have to transfer yen to dollars to put money in our U.S. bank account to cover the charge. This is a time-consuming and expensive process which we prefer to do with great infrequency. Additionally, we lose money on the exchange since the true rate is not charged when doing a currency exchange (if it's ¥123 to the dollar, we'll probably pay ¥125 to the dollar). If the purchases are made in Japan, the disadvantageous exchange rate is applied twice. Essentially, we buy in yen, it's converted to U.S. dollars when charged to a U.S. card and it's paid in dollars which were converted from yen. In the long run, having a Japanese card can save you a tidy bit of change.

Typhoon-wear

A typhoon has bled over into Tokyo bringing cooler air and constant rain. It's not a really bad typhoon, mind you. The worst one I've ever experienced was the sort that inverted umbrellas and dangerously blows around signs. This is far from one of those.

When I worked in Nishi-Shinjuku, I worked near some of the more well-known skyscrapers including the Nomura Building and it was there that witnessed one of the scariest typhoon-related things I ever saw. The Nomura Building has a metal sculpture near it which is hard to explain the appearance of and impossible to find a picture of on-line (and I don't happen to have one of my own). The best I can say is that it is a couple of huge, thick metal bars (about 2 stories high) which are joined together at one point and rotate when the wind blows.

Under normal circumstances, they may gently roll around. When there's a big typhoon, the bars whip around with sufficient speed and force to make you think there's a serious danger of one twisting off and crushing cars, people, and structures. It's like an ill-placed, artistically-designed windmill. We walked past it to take a co-worker to a restaurant on her last day of work which happened to be a day with a strong typhoon and I was very nervous being anywhere in the vicinity of that thing.

Early on in my employment, I used to ride a bike to work most days. This was before Nishi-Shinjuku Marunouchi line station was built and I was having severe back problems such that I couldn't make the walk from Shinjuku station to my office (about 15 minutes). Riding a bicycle took between 30-40 minutes (one way) which was only slightly longer than taking the train. This offered me both the benefit of sparing my back and of allowing me to keep my monthly train allowance in my pocket rather than spending it on a train pass. For those who don't know, almost all Japanese employers reimburse their employees for public transportation costs to and from their offices. This was also an efficient way of getting some exercise everyday since it used time normally spent standing on the train to good advantage.

There were, of course, disadvantages. For one, there is an absolutely epic pair of hills culminating in a deep valley just before entering Nishi-Shinjuku so you get to go up one coming and going. If you want to bike up it, you have to have extremely strong muscles (and knees) or you have to work up a head of steam coming down the first one to give you momentum to get up the other. This being Tokyo, that is not something one can do safely or well. The sidewalks are crammed with people who will do anything to avoid walking in a straight line or look where they are going. It is essential if one is a pedestrian in Tokyo that one take all necessary precautions to avoid awareness of one's surroundings at all times.

Given the sidewalk conditions, you can't really go barreling down one huge hill to get momentum to go up the next unless you don't mind crippling or maiming meandering pedestrians along the way. Also, ultimately, if you get up a good head of steam and are making great progress up the hill, someone will dreamily zig-zag in front of you forcing you to stop dead so there's no point in even getting your hopes up. Usually, I'd pedal 1/3-2/3 of the way up and walk the bike the rest of the way.

Beyond the shooting gallery experience of biking to work, the main downfall was the weather. During my first summer of riding in, the summer was excessively long and brutally hot with temperatures reading 100 degrees or more. Inevitably, there were also rainy days and typhoons. To cope with this, I shopped around for rain gear. Most Japanese people wear a suit with pants and a jacket. In fact, my company had such a suit which the office girls donned to ride the company bicycle to the post office on rainy days. It was a hideous thing that they all hated because it was ancient, over-sized (it was clearly designed for men) and dirty yellow.

My boss used to ride a scooter to work on Saturdays back then and he also wore one of these. He told me that such suits were hot and time-consuming to put on so I didn't want to go that route. I found the Moschino rain poncho pictured above at Odakyu department store many years ago. It served me very well because it is long enough to cover my legs but the fact that it's open at the bottom means you don't get really hot in it. One can also put it on very quickly. The only problem is that it has an inane smiley face on the back. I guess that it might send the message that it may be raining but I can still smile.

Eventually, I had to give up riding my bike to work because my knees started to trouble me. Also, a station opened up within 4 minutes of my office after several years so I could handle the shorter walk. My old poncho still sees some use though on those rare days when there's a typhoon and I have to go out somewhere on the bike (like today). My husband even wears it on occasion when he's in a situation where struggling to ride and carry an umbrella at the same time is out of the question. Given the choice of looking goofy or staying dry, we'll both opt for being dry.

Breath

This evening I had a lesson with "little old man" (LOM) in my 4.5 tatami mat living room (incidentally, the Wikipedia link shows the exact layout of my room in its first sample diagram which shows a square). In the past, I've had lessons with the door between the bedroom and living room open because the bedroom was the only one with an air conditioner and I'd have to leave it open in the summer heat. Since the living room now has its own air conditioner, it's most efficient to close up the living room and cool only one small room.

This definitely makes for less wasteful energy consumption but it also puts me in a smallish room without much air movement because I use the A/C on a low power, "weak" mode to keep from freezing my students to death since most of them are more sensitive to cold than heat. Unfortunately, it also pens me up in a little room with all the attendant odors of the other party. Most Japanese people are pretty clean though sometimes the women go overboard on the perfume and that can be an issue. The bigger problem though, is halitosis.

Two of my students, including LOM, frequently have halitosis and even though I sit at least 4 feet away from my students when they speak, I am constantly bombarded by this unpleasant odor. This evening, after LOM left, I returned to the living room and found that the entire room now smelled of his bad breath. I had to open it up to the other rooms and crank up the air conditioner power to dissipate the smell. I guess that such a small room will really fill up with a smell when one person is doing a lot of talking.

I'm not the first person who lives in Japan who has remarked on the bad breath of Japanese people (which does appear to be a more frequent issue than it is back home). People often speculate that they aren't engaging in adequate oral hygiene but I honestly don't believe that is the case. In fact, despite the plethora of people running around with intricate metal dental work in Tokyo, I think Japanese people are pretty meticulous about brushing their teeth and many of them brush more often than Americans.

One of my dentists told me that one of the reasons Japanese people have more teeth problems which results in more fillings and bridgework is that the water isn't fluoridated nor is much of the toothpaste. Among older people, I think there may be a greater tendency toward bad teeth because dairy products weren't consumed with great regularity in the past and people didn't get enough calcium. This is the same reason you see older ladies who are bent over from osteoporosis. Incidentally, the reason you sometimes see more metal dental work in their mouths compared to westerners is related to the type of dental work national health insurance covers. I believe porcelain crowns aren't covered under the insurance plan so you don't see many transparent fillings or bridges.

So, I don't think that Japanese people aren't brushing. I can't say exactly why there are people who seem to have fowl breath in greater abundance here but it may have something to do with a diet rich in certain types of protein (fish, tofu, soy-based foods). Protein trapped on the tongue is a common cause of bad breath and toothbrushing doesn't necessarily cleanse the tongue. It could also have something to do with the types of toothpaste sold in Japan though I can't speak from personal experience since I've never used Japanese toothpaste (we always get imports). And though I'm sure this is a somewhat controversial bit of speculation from a medical viewpoint, it could be that they just eat less often and eat less food and people with empty stomachs seem more likely to have bad breath. One of my skinny (and favorite) college professors sometimes asked me if she had bad breath because she didn't eat much and knew it could be a problem.

None of this understanding really makes my life any easier though. It's still a bit of a struggle to get through an hour with someone who is exhaling foul air in my direction, even though I know he can't help it. I find myself trying to move back further and suppressing a cringe every time LOM leans forward bringing him a good foot and a half closer to me. I guess this is just one more reason to be glad when summer is over and I can open up all the rooms and windows again. It'll be "a breath of fresh air" in more ways than one.

Seam(de)stressing

As part of my continuing quest to finish redecorating the living room, I decided I had to do something about the huge black object which is my husband's office chair. It's probably the most offensive object in the room in terms of making it feel too black on one side because of the height of the back.

There's also an additional problem which my husband has had with this chair for quite awhile. The chair is made of black vinyl in a weak imitation of leather and his legs stick to the chair when he wears shorts. In order to kill two birds with one stone, I decided to try and cover it with something brighter.

In order to accomplish this, I investigated web sites about chair covers and found out all of the instructions and existing designs are for dining room chairs. None of them had anything to offer for someone trying to gussy up an office chair so I had to improvise and work out my own way.

When one combines the difficulty of winging a pattern for such a thing with my absolutely horrible sewing skills, it's a recipe for disaster so don't judge my pictures too harshly. In fact, as part of a disclaimer about my skills, I should reveal that I got a "C" in the home economics classes that required us to sew and all we had to make was a simple handbag design (an awful-looking one) and a simple skirt and I was a straight "A" student otherwise. In fact, I think the "C" was a pity grade. I can't even cut fabric straight. Everything always ends up with a ragged edge which is actually worse than most attempts to rip cloth.

I guess I was lucky that I didn't have a pattern to work with since I don't measure anything regardless. I just sort of drape fabric over things and start pinning then hack away the extra. I should also add that I don't know how to use a sewing machine which is okay because I don't own one. I have to sew everything by hand and my stitches are perfect so long as one is aiming for zig-zags and slanted lines.

The "pattern" for the back, as it were, is like a tunic or, more simply, a huge, long pillowcase with slits down the sides. I used a king-size sheet that my in-laws gave my husband when he visited in May. The sheet is one of several and is lovely but too big for our bed (the other ones are queen size) so I decided to re-purpose it. It also has the advantage of being large enough for the chair.


The bottom is a bit like an apron that lies flat on the seat and ties around the back. In fact, the hardest part was the tie because it is between 6 and 7 feet long and I had to sew all along the length of it.


I made the tie by cutting a strip off of the sheet length-wise then folding in the sides and then folding that in half. It was so long that I had to pin as I went (I don't have that many pins).

Unfortunately, I haven't figured out how to cover the arms yet. It's important that any cover I attach be removable for washing and I'm not sophisticated enough in my sewing skills to add things like zippers or buttons. I'm sure it'll also look better once I press it at the end of the process. For now, I'm just going to see how well it holds together with my husband's sitting on it. Given my poor sewing skills, I'm more than a little concerned that it'll start falling apart from normal wear and tear.

Despite all the work, dubious results and my stabbed fingers, I found the process of making this rather relaxing. Since marrying, I haven't made much with my hands and that's something I used to do a lot when I was younger. It makes me hope I can start doing some of these types of hobbies again on a regular basis as they really do help alleviate stress.

Oppression

I'm getting tired of this thing coming up looking like a near-win on a slot machine.

There's a typhoon in the air and the air is oppressively humid today. If you could see the water molecules hanging in the air, the world around you would be a nearly opaque cube and you'd be the fly stuck in the middle. When the weather is like this, it feels like the gravity has been turned up and you just don't want to move. It's depressingly gray and it causes one to have the tendency to be crabby for no explicable reason.

After days of rain predictions and holding back on washing clothes, I had to do some laundry and hang it inside today but it's not getting any drier. In fact, the carpet in the room that it's hanging in actually feels moist when I step on it. It is as if the added moisture released from the clothing has joined forces with the ambient humidity and actually caused it to finely rain on the floor. The room also has the type of smell you associate with a laundromat...as if the smell of clean but wet clothes being dried has permeated the air for so long that the scent has penetrated every wall and floor.

One of my students is off to Syria for a few weeks and he told me that he'd rather be there in dry over 100-degree heat than here in 80-degree weather because the moisture soup makes it incredibly uncomfortable here. This is a student who hates hot weather and comes to every lesson dripping with sweat. You know it's got to be bad when someone who loves the cold weather would rather be 20 degrees hotter and dry than endure this humidity.

I know they're an environmental scourge but I'm immensely grateful for air conditioning when it gets like this.

Avoiding the Stink

For Tokyoites, garbage is a rather constant preoccupation. This is not only because there are strict rules for separating trash but also because you can only put trash out on certain days. A lot of people also have experience with "trash Nazis" who police how trash is sorted and hassle those who make mistakes.

All of the sorting and holding back of various sorts of trash until the appropriate day arrives for removal wouldn't be such a big deal if homes weren't so small. There really isn't any place to keep trash temporarily other than in your home for most people and the smell can became a problem, particularly in summer when it's hot and humid as all get out.

My own solution for this is to make sure I wash out anything nonburnable (such as plastic containers) with food residue in it and to separate food scraps into a separate sealed pail which I keep under the sink. If you keep the types of things which may rot separated and sealed off, the smell is contained.

I've discussed this with a few of my students and they've told me some things which explain certain behaviors in supermarkets. For one, there are spools of very thin plastic bags at all markets. These bags are on the smallish size and I always thought they were for putting possibly leaky trays of meat or fruit and vegetables into. However, I see women grabbing hold of the spool and tearing off a good many of them and stuffing them into their shopping bags. Since the bags are thin and small, I never understood what women wanted so many of them for but my students told me they were for putting food scraps into and then sealing them up so they didn't stink up the trash.

One of my students told me she goes a step further in this regard. She can't bear the notion of there being any food scraps rotting in her trash, even inside of sealed bags. She actually stores the food in the bags, seals them, and then keeps them in her freezer until trash day when she takes them out and tosses them in the bin. I told her that I had no space in my freezer for this sort of thing and she said she didn't either but she crams the scraps in there regardless. Personally, I'm not so sure that food scraps in my freezer with my still edible food makes me feel any better than having them in the the trash where they'll decay for a few days before the trash goes out.

It is important in Tokyo to try and reduce the smell of your trash as much as possible though as it will attract roaches (and other unpleasant creatures). It's a good idea to wash your trash cans out regularly with baking soda and plenty of hot water and soap. It's also important to change the liners each time you toss the trash even if they seem relatively clean. It's also important to give recyclable items a thorough cleaning (particularly beer cans) so that they don't start to smell up things and attract unwanted guests.

Anger

When I was growing up, anger was a normal part of my everyday experience. My mother, who loved nothing more than to say I was temperamental because of my red hair, was probably the angriest person in the family. Any small hiccup in the day's activities could set off a screaming fit of verbal abuse. This could be quite irrational at times. For instance, she would be ready to go off somewhere in her car and discover that she'd misplaced her handbag. As her frustration escalated at lightning speed, she'd start screaming at my sister and I saying that we hid it from her to intentionally frustrate her.

My mother's wrath was so frequently let loose on us that I remember an incident as a child which sticks with me to this day. We were camping and she gave me a bar of soap and told me to go down to the river and wash up. She sternly told me not to lose the soap. Of course, if you have soap in a large body of water and you're a child with small hands, the bar slipping from your hand is a very predictable occurrence. After the inevitable occurred, I stood in the river and cried because I so feared the tongue lashing I was going to get. My father asked me what was wrong and I told him I lost the soap. His response was, "it's only a bar of soap," but I was sufficiently conditioned by my mothers verbal abuse over little uncontrollable things that I was completely neurotic about making such mistakes.

My mother wasn't a bad person, mind you. In fact, she could be a wonderful and giving person but she had her problems and one was that her life was very hard and there were many bad things going on which she couldn't control. When just one more thing broke the camel's back of her ability to cope (and that happened a lot because she had so much stress and difficulty), she'd let loose on my sister or I because my father would just walk off and go to a bar to get away from her and we were far easier to intimidate into cooperating or at least offer the illusion of effectively controlling our future behavior with a heaping dose of verbal vitriol.

When I first married (which coincided with when I first came to Japan), my husband experienced some of this type of irrational anger only this time it was coming from me. He'd do something thoughtless or careless to upset me and I'd say he was doing it on purpose because he didn't care about upsetting me. My husband is about as sharp as they come and he knew my history with my mother so he let me know that I was following in her footsteps. He also pointed out something which I knew from my days with my mother. Why would anyone intentionally anger someone who turned into a shrieking harpy when her hackles were up? Anyone who knows how much daughters hate to be the same as their mothers when their mothers have issues that made their daughters miserable can imagine how much of a motivator this was to change my emotional responses.

While I could, with a great deal of self-reflection and effort, learn to control my anger about all the little things in life that tended to send me off the deep end, I couldn't control my anger about a lot of things I experienced early on in Japan. To a limited extent, I still can't. Mainly, I'm talking about the rudeness I experience almost daily which either is because I'm a gaijin or because I live in a metropolis full of dreamy-eyed wanderers who rarely look where they're going and carry on their daily activities as if no one else existed. The staring, pointing, and animated talking as bugged eyes point in my direction or the tittering conversations which are bald-faced conversations about me which I'm not supposed to understand because I'm not Japanese continue to be the hardest part to tolerate though I am getting better at just ignoring it.

After I passed through the honeymoon phase a year or so after coming to Japan, I spent several years saying really ugly things about the Japanese. I'm not talking about racist sentiments but just general angry comments about how "stupid", "ignorant", and "rude" they were. I had a big "me against them" attitude. The thing is that some people can be rude, stupid, and ignorant. It's not as if my feelings had no basis in reality but my anger was disproportionate and my sentiments too generalized. At times, I'm sure that it was also misplaced. If you are subjected to something frequently enough and it makes you defensive, you will eventually start seeing these "attacks' everywhere, even when they're not really going on.

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about the nature of anger. People commonly feel that anger is based mainly on fear but I'm not so sure that I'd agree it's at the root of all anger. I think some anger is based on feeling out of control and acting out on your anger is a means of attempting to gain control. If you can bully or intimidate someone into ceasing the actions they are undertaking which are causing you distress or pain, then you have gained a measure of control over them. If a Japanese person rudely gawks at me and I can intimidate them into looking away by tossing them a dirty look, an angry word, or an intimidating gesture, then I've taken control of the situation and stopped the behavior.

This sort of control is, of course, an illusion, just as my mother's verbal abuse gave her the illusion that she could control my sister and I by yelling at us. While one can use anger and acting on it to put people momentarily in their place, it won't change the underlying thoughts causing that behavior or prevent future incidents and all it does is end up making you walk around conditioned to react defensively all the time and to have a perpetually sour look on your face. If you read other Japan blogs, you'll sometimes see people comment that they often see foreigners walk around looking very unhappy. I can say that I can understand why those people look the way they do and I don't really blame them. When so much around you is overstimulating you and often rubbing you the wrong way, you've got to cope anyway that you can.

I don't mean to imply that foreigners should walk around mad all the time but just to say that it's understandable. In fact, I think the best thing you can do is develop an understanding and tolerance of the ignorant behavior of people. In some ways, it's a little like learning to tolerate the way children are always screaming and shouting and carrying on in a nerve-wracking fashion. Before someone takes that the wrong way and says I'm saying Japanese people are like children, let me say that I mean that we come to understand that kids don't mean to annoy anyone and are just acting on impulses they can't control and never stop to think about how they affect others much in the same way Japanese people don't really stop to think about how their actions toward foreigners may be perceived when they behave rudely toward them.

I wish I could conclude this post by saying that I've mastered my reactions and allow bad behavior to roll off my back but the best I can say is that it's a battle I consciously fight every time I fail at being sanguine about it. It's been a long time since I tried to intimidate someone into pointing their gaze in another direction but it's been far less time since I've wanted to do so.

Japanese Fast Food

Most of the U.S. fast food chains have branches in Japan but the Japanese also have their own home-grown fast food burger franchises. One of the best known ones is MOS burger but there is also First Kitchen and some other smaller regional franchises like Dom Dom. "First Kitchen", incidentally, is a name resulting from a common mispronunciation/misunderstanding of the difference between "fast" and "first" among Japanese people.


The main difference between home-grown burger shops and foreign chains is that the core menus tend to carry more items based on Japanese eating habits such as burgers served on a few compressed discs of rice. Some burgers also are served with kinpira (root vegetables and other items cooked in a Japanese style).

A few months ago, Mos Burger made a bid to compete with western fast food chains such as McDonald's (who they have been losing ground to) by crafting a "Nippon burger" which includes a mixture of both beef and pork in the burger. Supposedly, this type of burger suits Japanese tastes better than pure beef burgers. If you go by what is available at supermarkets, this assertion is correct. In many markets, only beef/pork mixtures of minced meat are available.

When we first moved in, there was a Mos Burger about a 3 minute walk from our apartment. We probably got food there once a month or so because we try to avoid expensive, nutritiously suspect food. The trusty Mos Burger was close at hand and convenient if we were tired or I had a taste for a chili dog with jalapenos on it. Unfortunately, about two years ago, the place shut down so I guess we weren't the only ones who ate there infrequently.

One thing about the Mos Burger experience which may or may not have contributed to the local branch's demise was the fact that the food was served fresh. You didn't have the sort of pre-cooking and storing in slots that you see at McDonald's. This meant that the "fast" food wasn't so fast but it was often better prepared and didn't have that dried out under a heat lamp texture. The food was also much smaller and slightly more expensive than Mickey D's so perhaps the weak Japanese economy has been a part of its decline.

The thing is that true Japanese "fast food" has nothing to do with burgers, fries, hot dogs, or any of that ilk that you get wrapped in paper or served in cardboard sleeves. Real Japanese fast food is the stuff you get at little food stands like takoyaki (octopus balls) or ramen. Places like Yoshinoya (a chain of restaurants selling bowls of rice with various things served on top of it, mainly beef) and kaiten zushi (conveyer belt sushi) are the real Japanese fast food places. The other types are mainly just knock-offs of western places attempting to compete in a market already dominated by franchises that originated in other countries.

Blogcritics Post #17

The next Blogcritics article has been published. This one is about war and "victimhood", particularly in Japan regarding World War II but also in the U.S. in regards to 9/11. If you're interested, you can read it here.

Creepy Gum

The Japanese are crazy for Xylitol-based gum and you can find a wide variety of it in most stores. For those who don't know what it is, it's a sweetener which is somewhat lower in calories than sugar but is mainly useful because it doesn't promote tooth decay.

As you can see by the big-mouthed caricature on the package, the idea of how it affects our teeth is paramount. I actually find the drawing and the other bits of artwork of huge choppers on legs on the company's web site rather creepy. However, the company must think it's a pretty appealing graphical element because they offer desktop pictures that include it.


I came across this gum while sorting through the vast collection of crap my husband had shoved into storage areas at his bedside. Even though the gum isn't outdated, it's clearly a variety that is no longer being offered. The gum is like a big Chiclet with a candy-coated exterior but it tastes a bit odd. The flavor is "funky orange" (look carefully at the right side of the box as it's written very lightly there) but it tastes like a strange combination of mint and orange. When I commented on this to my husband, he said that all of the Japanese gum he's tried seems to have a strange minty flavor mixed in with it whether it's a mint derivative or not.

This particular gum is called "digi-gum" and there's a message on the side which says something akin to "don't fail to go to the web site at xylish-show.jp". This seems just a little strange as it seems pointless to market gum to drive people to your web site but it's very important to some Japanese companies to encourage people to visit their sites.

One of my former students worked for a major electronics manufacturer which is pretty well-known in Japan but mainly known for its monitors alone in the U.S. Her company is currently attempting to increase its brand awareness abroad by putting up a funky series of movies and advertising on other major sites (like CNN) to get people in western countries to go and watch the movies.

During her second to last lesson, she had me go to the site and render an opinion on the content. The movies were weird and incomprehensible in some cases and overly long and tedious in others. One of them had some sort of trampoline sumo which was clearly going to be incomprehensible to anyone outside of Japan even with English sub-titles. What was worse about them than anything is the subtitles contained errors in the English and that made the site's content appear somewhat shoddily put together.

The thing about this situation that puzzled me was why the company focused so much on driving traffic to the web site rather than on getting people to embrace its products. To me, sending people to the web site to see a bunch of movies that had nothing to do with the products wasn't accomplishing much toward recognition of the brand. In fact, all it did was muddy the waters of what the company was all about. At least the Xylish gum web site pushes its products and has those big scary anthropomorphic choppers to tattoo the idea that they produce gum and its good for your teeth on your brain.

You Say Pixma, I say Pixus

I've had an Epson Stylus Color 740i in translucent orange for over 7 years now. I bought it to replace an absolutely gigantic early color inkjet Epson printer. I was even dumb enough to pay an extra $10 for the orange cover (it came with a blue one) so it would match the iMac we had at that time. For at least 4 of those years, it has been a royal pain in the ass in terms of print quality. Over the last several months, it had been printing magenta instead of black on occasion but I still wouldn't give up on it. Four days ago, it finally gave up on me.

Usually, my problem with it was that it wouldn't print well or would smudge ink all over the page as it printed. The other day, it went on a hunger strike and refused to feed any more paper into itself. No matter what I did, it wouldn't suck down one more sheet so I reluctantly started researching new printers.

My main criteria in making my choice was that it be a model I could get from Amazon Japan for less than ¥15,000 ($121) with reasonably-priced (if not cheap) ink cartridge replacements available via mail order of some fashion, be well-reviewed and that the model be mirrored by a similar English language model so I could download a manual and software in English. That was actually a pretty tall order, particularly the latter.


After considerable research, I chose a Canon Pixus. For reasons I'm not sure of, the Pixus series is called Pixma in the U.S. At least some of the models (if not all) are exactly the same machines in each country. I downloaded the software and manuals and checked out on-line reviews.


Everything negative that the reviews mentioned was true. The printer is relatively big and boxy and is somewhat cheap in its feel. It also does not come with a USB cable to connect it to your computer. One bad point which ended up being less of an issue for me was the cost of the ink. For some reason, the cartridges are $7 each in Japan when you buy a 4-pack and $11 each in the U.S. On the down side though, the cartridges come with computer chips and can't be refilled so that's out for me now as a way of saving money. One final negative for U.S. models which isn't an issue for Japanese or European ones is a CD printing tray isn't included. I have no idea why the U.S. models don't come with these simple and clearly inexpensive bits of plastic but I got mine.


I set it up and did a test printing and it's shockingly noisy at times. It makes somewhat loud clunky noises as the head lines itself up and it can be a little worrying when you're new to using the machine. You get the feeling it's in there chewing up its parts and you've made a horrible mistake in your set up but it seems fine.


I haven't printed much with it yet but the test print I did looked good. The main benefit for me is that paper can be fed in through a cassette at the bottom rather than a clunky sheet feeder in the back. It does have a feeder in back as well so you can use it alone or you can put two different types and sizes of paper in at the same time and choose which orifice to feed the paper from. For me, it works best this way because I have to use the printer on a low shelf under a desk and it's hard to get to the back to put in paper. This way, it all goes in and out the front.

The other main benefit for me is that the printer's various exposed areas all snap shut into a nice, tidy box. Given that my place is as dusty as a dirt road on a hot summer day, this should help keep crud out of the moving parts for the most part. I'm hoping it ends up serving me as well, or hopefully better, than my dearly departed Stylus Color 740i.

"I Envy You"

Today I taught one of my students the phrase, "could you do me a favor?" At the end of the lesson, she said, "could you do me a favor and send me (the scripts for the CD content from last week's lesson)?" I had meant to send her the scripts last week after he lesson and in fact, had forgotten to send them once before. I apologized to her and said that I usually receive a phone call from my husband every Saturday shortly after her lesson and once I start talking on the phone, the idea of sending the scripts flies out of my head.

My student was understanding of this, of course, but she was also a bit puzzled. She asked me if today was my husband's day off and I told her he was working and called me during his lunch from 1:00-2:00. She then asked if he called me everyday from work and I told her he did. Her response to this was, "why?"

I'm pretty sure that a western person would not ask me why my husband took the time to call me every day from work. I told my student it was because he wanted to talk to me and he loved me. Her response to this was "Japanese men never do that. I envy you."

Based on similar responses from women at my former office, I'm pretty sure her statement about Japanese men in this regard is, by and large, true. Back when I was working full-time and my husband worked on a temporary basis and was a househusband the rest of the year, he used to make special trips to my office once or twice a week to have lunch with me. On occasion, he'd even meet me and go home on the subway ride with me even though the trip wasn't incredibly long. My female coworkers were unfailingly impressed with his voluntary show of devotion. One of them even asked me if I was asking him to do these things for me.

I am worldly enough to know my husband is unusually attentive even for a western husband but I also know that most Japanese husbands almost never call their wives just to chat or see how their day is going or visit them for lunch at their offices. One of the reasons for this is that it would likely seem untoward for them to visit them at their offices. Another is that most Japanese men are the main breadwinners and work a lot of overtime and wouldn't have the time to do so. However, with cell phones in nearly every hand, calling ones spouse to have a little chat at lunch every day is certainly within their grasp but it's simply not a usual part of the normal behavior in Japan for husbands to seek out interaction with their wives on a regular basis in this way.

One of my other students recently told me that her perfect future mate would be a foreign husband because she felt foreign men were more aware of women's needs and treated them better. She said that she felt Japanese men were selfish and put themselves first all of the time. While I've never been in a relationship with a Japanese man, I can say that my experiences teaching them do reveal a great deal of self-centeredness. While the women I teach have conversations with me in a give and take fashion, men rarely, if ever, ask anything at all either in terms of my disposition, personal news, or opinions on a given topic. Mind you, I'm not complaining about this as a teacher but it does show that they are not very other-directed compared to Japanese women.

I'm not certain that Japanese women aren't idealizing western men to some (or a great) extent but I'm pretty sure they're not demonizing Japanese men to a great extent. Based on my experiences, I'm sure that I could never have married a Japanese man and been happy. Beyond the inevitable cross-cultural personality and communication issues, there's the fact that anyone raised in a culture which puts men first and foremost can't help but end up feeling that he's at the top of the heap.

The Big Swap - Part 2

There's a saying that "the devil is in the details" and, boy howdy, that's true. Since the big furniture swap, I've been struggling to refine certain problems created by various changes. Despite all my careful planning, one problem came up which took three days and a great deal of patience and effort to fix.


Our television used to be on a huge rack in the bedroom and it worked fine there. The plan when I moved everything was to put the T.V. in this stand in a spot to the left of my husband's and my desks with another stand to the left of it in the corner of the room. However, I hadn't considered how far out the thing was going to stick from the wall and it looked like this amazing black behemoth trying to edge its way into the middle of the room. It was simply awful and made me hate the whole move and if it was a gigantic failure.

I decided to swap it around so it was in the corner much to my tired husband's chagrine (he helped install it initially and was glad to have it finished). He moved the T.V. and I moved the rest. Unfortunately, that didn't work either since a metal support bar from the rack was completely in the way if we rotated the T.V. to the right so we could watch from our desks (which we will almost certainly do on occasion).


The next day, I decided that what we needed was a lower stand but I didn't want to buy a new one so I pinched the one next to my husband's beside and gave him the tall one the T.V. was on. They are actually precisely the same style of stand (metal racks with completely adjustable shelves) but one is very tall. Both are quite strong and adequate for holding something heavy like a T.V.

The consequence of this change was that the new tall stand was only about 10 inches below the air conditioner in the bedroom and blocked the air flow such that my husband was too warm at night so I had to move that monster shelf again. This time, I gave my husband my bed-side stand (which is too small and weak to be used for a T.V.) and gave myself the behemoth stand. Bear in mind that moving these metal shelves required me to disassemble them and change the position of the shelves each time and it was an utter nightmare. Huge long jagged leg pieces had to attach to sharp-cornered shelving with screws that did not always want to go into the slots. I'm covered in scratches and bruises from all of this.

This solved the air conditioning problem and I actually will likely be happy to use the huge stand for blanket storage during the summer (though it now blocks most of the remainder of the window in the bedroom but that's another issue which I won't worry about yet). However, my bedside stand is narrower and reduced my husbands bedside surface space by a margin he wasn't pleased with. You see, he uses the stand to charge his PDA, iPod, and sometimes keep his laptop at night. He's also an inveterate "piler" and likes to keep his little collections of stuff nearby him. At the moment, he's also got a large collection of things he picked up in the U.S. which he will use slowly which need storage.


Today, I endeavored to solve this problem by installing a wire rack board above the stand so he can hang some of the necessary items and free the space on top for the computer and other electronics items. I also bought some bins for his collection of "stuff". I'm hoping this will be satisfactory and solve this situation.

These types of racks and a plethora of various little baskets to hang from them are available at 100 yen shops (though the main rack actually cost 400-500 yen) and they can solve a lot of problems in small homes with limited free space. Generally, they are used in the kitchen to store things like spices, utensils, and plastic wrap but, they're great anywhere you have a bunch of little things and no place to tuck them (like around your desk).

There are also aesthetic issues I need to resolve. Our new carpet is much darker than the old one and our old furnishings are mainly black. On a pink carpet, this was fine but it makes everything look bottom-heavy on a dark gray one. I'm not sure what to do about this but I'd like to make some changes. However, I won't make any which require much of a cash investment so it'll be a challenge to work everything out.

One thing I am hoping to do is paint some of the black items a brighter color. This will likely cost no more than a few hundred yen per item so it'd be much more economical (and less wasteful) than buying new stuff. For instance, I'd like to paint my old (and clearly worn) bedside stand which I've transferred to my husband's side of the bed yellow or possibly green. Right now, I'm too tired to even consider disassembling the stand, washing it, sanding it, priming and painting it, let alone subjecting my husband to a few days without a night stand while it is done.

Some of the changes are functional rather than aesthetic. Now that we occupy the living room and use the air conditioner in it, I needed to deal with the power issues. The way our power is set up is that there are three circuits and each is capable of handling up to 20 amps of power but all of them together cannot consume more than 30 amps. Each of our air conditioners consumes 5 amps so putting the computer and audio/video on the same single outlet in the living room seemed rather imprudent. Rather than risk blowing fuses, I decided to use the extension from the kitchen that had previously been in use by our DSL modem to hook up all the computer gear and leave just the air conditioner and A/V gear on the living room outlet.


This requires the door between living room and kitchen to be left open in about a 1/3 inch gap to allow the cord through and a fair bit of cold air would be bleeding off into the kitchen. This would be rather wasteful so I had to do something about it.


Among my purchases (again, at the 100 yen shop) was self-adhesive foam insulation tape. I've used this sort of tape before and it works pretty well but it will eventually flake off if you attach it to a doorway which people tend to rub up against for any reason, particularly if it's a narrow one. I don't know if this stuff will last or not but I applied it to the door instead of the door jamb in the hopes that it'll stay put as the door can be pushed far over and there's no need to make contact with it. It's not that it's expensive to replace so much as messy as foam chunks start to come off.

On top of all this refining, I've also been dealing with the normal daily stuff and have had more laundry to manage than usual since things tend to get pretty dirty when you're moving things around.


In this regard, the weather has not been cooperative. Since we don't have a dryer (as is the case for many people living in Japan), I have to hang out the laundry to dry but, as the weather widget above indicates, there's rain, rain, and more rain so that's become rather tough.

Once I get more of my refinements settled, there will be a part 3.

On Insecurity and Validation

One of the curious experiences I have in Japan is students thanking me for liking some aspect of Japanese culture. If a student asks, for example, "do you like Japanese (insert anything here)," and I say, "yes, I do," the student responds with "thank you" as if I had personally complimented him or her.

Some people may say this is an inappropriate response in English and not really what the student means but, trust me, the fact that they are complimented is crystal clear by the sound of their voices and the looks on their faces. They are delighted to hear that I've embraced some aspect of Japanese culture (or at least one they believe is uniquely Japanese). To me, this is a very strange thing as I would never respond to a favorable comment about America as if it were a compliment. If a student tells me he researched Pennsylvania (my home state) and said that it looked like a beautiful place to live, my response would be, "yes, it's very nice," not "thank you."

The recent exchange in the comments section in my previous post reminded me of this situation because a comment was made by a Japanese person hoping to provoke an argument or defensive reaction from me regarding my ability (or inability) to read Japanese fluently. Why is it that this person should care what I'm capable or incapable of? In what way do the choices I make in my life impact him, particularly in regards to what I have and have not studied? The only way in which it relates to him is if he has an insecurity about his culture and needs to know others are embracing it as a means of validation. I believe this same need is one of the reasons some of my students are so gratified when they hear I like something about Japan.

I don't mean to imply that the Japanese have the market on insecurity. In fact, you find that people all over the world are constantly judging others about lifestyle, career, intellectual, and other choices not because the choices that are made have anything to do with them but out of a need to feel superior to others (which is a manifestation of insecurity) or a need to have their own choices validated and confirmed as the "right" or "best" ones. If no one chooses to value what you value, then perhaps you have made a bad choice or failed to enhance yourself as a person.

A very long time ago, I was one of the types of people who felt people should do this or that in their situation even if it was a situation I was not a part of and even if the choices they made had no negative impact on society or on me personally. In order to validate those judgments, I could weave an intricate lattice of connective issues to somehow force the situation to seemingly have an impact on me. I could look at someone who dropped out of high school and decided to work pumping gas and convince myself he'd made a wrong choice or was stupidly limiting his options in life and tell myself, if he failed, I'd be paying taxes to pay welfare to support him. This is, of course, a crock. Anyone can fail at anything and there are actually a lot more menial, low-paying jobs than there are jobs for highly-educated professionals. A person who wants to be a college professor is far more likely to "fail" at finding a great career in his chosen career than a gas jockey.

Sometimes I think we spend the greater part of our lives distracting ourselves from what we really should be working on and prioritizing in life because we want to focus on the quantifiable over that which is unmeasurable. We can easily attach value to job titles, educational levels, material possessions and salaries but we can't measure our own psychological or spiritual evolution as people nor can we easily measure it in others. In particular, we can't measure it against other people and come out feeling we are better than them because the very act of doing so indicates a lack of maturity and spiritual awareness.

In the end, the languages you speak or read, the degrees you can put on your resume, and the money in your bank account mean nothing next to the people you have had a positive influence on in your life and the spirit you've shaped as you head onto whatever you believe lies ahead. The same goes for everyone else so you can't judge their value or whether on not to respect them based on external appearances or quantifiable choices. What is really important about them is how many paths they've crossed and left others happier, more enlightened, or fulfilled as a result of that. Of course, this isn't as gratifying as judging them for the car they drive, the school they went to or the work they do, particularly when you've got ego issues that need a little boost at the expense of others.

Rather than use other people as a springboard for judgments meant to make you feel better about yourself, it's better to let them live their lives as they want to and be happy they inflict no harm on anyone because of the choices they make. I'm hoping that I'm crossing Takechanpoo's path and making his life a little better in some way as a result. If not, I wish him well and hope that he finds a way to let go of his anger against non-Japanese people and finds some contentment.

The Big Swap - Part 1

Yesterday, I did the big furniture move that I've been writing about so much lately. I started at almost exactly noon on the dot. I "finished" at about 9:30 pm. In between, I hurt my arm, got absolutely filthy, and strained muscles I'd forgotten I had. I haven't ended a day so tired in quite some time yet I still couldn't sleep last night.


First things first, I had to empty out all the cabinets to prepare to move them. This actually went pretty quickly since I scooped everything into a laundry basket and deposited the contents on the bed. These three shelves took 15 minutes to gut.


These clean shelves are brought to you by this huge pile of crap. You never realize just how much junk you have until you evict it all from it's tidy, cozy home. You can't see it in this picture but underneath this thin crust of storage boxes, DVDs, files, etc., there's a huge core mass of clothing in a total state of chaos.

Moving the tall empty shelves out was harder than I thought. For one thing, dust was all over the back and sides and each one had to be thoroughly vacuumed and wiped down before it left the room. For another thing, though they weren't that heavy, their height (about 5' 8") made them very hard to handle, particularly since they are a few inches higher than any doorway in the apartment and have to be angled through. Since our kitchen floor was recently replaced, I also had to be very careful moving them into the kitchen so as not to scratch up the floor.


Once I removed them, the full glory of the secret life behind tall cabinets revealed itself (pictured above). Fortunately, the vacuum sucked up the worst of this lot. I also used a sponge mop and washed them down really quickly. If you start at the top and pull the mop down, the dirt comes down to the bottom where you can then clean it up with a paper towel and clean the baseboards at the same time. Some of the stuff near the top is pure Tokyo smog soot though and wouldn't budge no matter how much soap and elbow grease were applied.


The next set of shelves included books and these were, by far, the hardest thing to move both because they were so heavy and so voluminous. We've been paring down our book collection for years now but we obviously still have too damn many. These stacks aren't even all of them. If you look at the second picture, you can see there were more stacked by the bed.

There's a Seinfeld episode about Jerry retrieving books for George and getting suckered into a relationship with a woman George was extricating himself from and Jerry remarked about how people make such a big deal about books. I'm pretty much on-board with the notion that you really don't need to keep them around once you've read them unless you plan on re-reading them again. If I lived in the U.S. and had access to a library, you can bet I'd avoid any book acquisition like the plague. That being said, an entire large shelf of our books is textbooks for my private lessons and that can't really be avoided.

The final bit to remove was the DVDs which I know we also have a lot of but I can justify these a bit better since few can easily be rented in Japan and we tend to watch a lot of them once a year (or more in my case).

I dragged out all the shelves (and was careful to leave a path to the bathroom and sink - something which is no small feat given the size of our place) and did the final scrub down of the walls. The sofa was still in the room because there was literally nowhere for it to go. I thought I'd try and lay down half the carpet and then move the sofa on top of the laid part and lay down the rest but this so very much did not work.

Our sofa serves as a means of storing a multitude of items in addition to giving derrieres a place to rest. It was simply too heavy to pick up even one end and move it on top of the part of the carpet that had been laid already. I had to open up the storage area and toss all the crap under the sofa into the corner where the carpet was already down and only then could I lift it. Taking it all out was not so bad but knowing it'd all have to go back in was a depressing thought. I decided to put the sofa on it's end so that it'd be anchoring down less of the carpet and strained the old arm muscles to lift it up.

As for the carpet itself, we purchased it from a local shop which sells curtains, carpets, and various household decorative items like novelty pillows. It also has a collection of leather purses shaped like various objects and animals on display including an extremely gruesome one of what appears to be a frog in its entirety. This shop easily wins the award for "world's most uncomfortably warm and stifling shop". I'm pretty sure not one molecule of air stirs in there and it's about 90 degrees. The guy who sold us the carpet spends most of his day sitting in a thousand degree room playing on an old iBook (dual USB, white one). It's one of those places that rarely sees any customers. When he delivered the carpet, he beat on our door and tossed it on the kitchen floor and hit the road in about 20 seconds flat (no exaggeration).

The carpet is actually quite thin, as you'd expect from a cheap carpet, and wasn't too hard to handle but it was rather unwieldy and had a tendency to shift at the slightest provocation. It also was very hard to even out and get it to lie straight but I actually did relatively well with it compared to the last one I put down about 16 years ago. It doesn't appear to have any puffy bubbles and seems to line up along the edges of the room pretty well. I had to step outside on the balcony to give it a yank a few times to help the process.

When it came time to tip the sofa back over, it got away from me (and was still very heavy) and I injured my right arm muscle trying to catch it as it made an alarmingly rapid descent to the floor. At this point though, the ugliest part was done. All I had to do now was drag my computer gear and desks from the bedroom over a bed full of crap and set everything up. The clearance around the edge of the bed and through the doorway is such that any large object going into or out of that room has to use the lower right hand corner of the bed as a slide area to make the journey.

By the time I got the desks in place, around 4 hours had passed and my husband, who was making a badly-needed run to Costco called to say he'd be home in an hour and a half. By the time he had returned, I had all of the furniture in place and most of the computer equipment up and running again but little of the mountains of crap put away. It was all quite daunting because I'd been at it for 6 hours or so and still had miles to go.

Despite the fact that he truly hates this kind of work and has no interest in home improvement and was tired from his very long and annoying shopping trip, he volunteered to help me put things away. He wrapped up all the meat for freezing from Costco then put away all of the DVDs and about 3/4 of the books for me while I dug into the mound on the bed. I don't know what I would have done without his help because I'm certain it'd have taken me 11 hours (possibly more) to do it all alone and I was already exhausted. At the end of all this, I splurged on a Pizza Hut pan pizza (and it was actually pretty well made for a change) and sat on the sofa and tried to recover.

It's still not finished. We have to move the T.V., set up the closet, and put up a few pictures but it should be only a few hours of work then I'll be posting a new tour of the apartment to show the results in part 2.

Transformation

In my "Crud" post, I showed what might be considered a truly embarrassing and awful picture of the state of the lampshade in my living room. I posted it knowing I had every intention of giving cleaning it another go and you can see the transformation above. If you'd like to take an 18-year-old light fixture like mine and turn it into the clean specimen it has become, I offer you a step-by-step technique which worked for me but could just as easily fail for you.


Step 1:

Since you will be working in a dim room (because the light needs to be off), assemble all your tools. You will need:

• a small broom (available at 100 yen shops)
• a face mask to lower the amount of dust you breath in
• a vacuum cleaner with enough suction power to pluck your eyebrows if it gets close to your face
• something stable that won't fall over if you do the equivalent of a heavily gyrating dance on top of it
• a carpet you don't care about underneath you or some sort of drop cloth

Step 2:

Turn off the light in the room and allow the bulb to thoroughly cool. Remove the (fluorescent) bulb and set it aside. After the bulb is completely cool, dust it off. If necessary, very gently rub any residue off of it with a damp paper towel.

Step 3:

Put on your face mask. With absolutely no air movement in the room whatsoever, start sweeping at the super dusty lighting fixture only to find that 18 years worth of dust won't easily sweep off. Try to gently, but firmly bat at it like it's a pinata full of delicious candy except your goal is to knock loose huge wads of dust instead of tasty, tasty candy. Repeat until the room is clouded with dust and you resemble the character of "Pig Pen" from Peanuts.

This is going to be you.
(Image lifted from Wikipedia's entry on Pig Pen.)

Step 4:

At this point, you will have removed all the dust possible from the shade and wires with the broom and it'll still look like crap. It's time to carefully scrutinize the design of the shade and attempt to carefully remove it via the appropriate method.

Step 5:

You will realize their is no appropriate method and the shade was designed to only be removed when the socket was removed by a trained electrician. Decide that you will forcibly remove it. Turn on the air conditioning to full power at the lowest possible temperature because it's 85 degrees and humid as a dank bog. Yank, squirm and pull until almost all the blood in your arms (which you have to hold up high to do this) is pooling in your shoulders and you have forced the shade off the fixture. This will require you to, of course, break the shade.


Pictured above was the portion of the shade that got knocked out when I forced the fixture out. Pictured below is the sharp and extremely filthy piece of plastic that fell on the floor after this.


Step 6:

Carefully search the floor for any broken pieces that you may step on and puncture your foot with. Fail to find any pieces.

Step 7:

Take the lampshade to the kitchen and scrub it vigorously inside and out with a ton of soap and a sponge with a plastic scrubber side for about 10 minutes until it is thoroughly clean but still yellowed with age.

Step 8:

Take the shade back into the living room and nearly step on the sharp plastic piece (conveniently oriented in such a way that it's like a rusty nail sticking out of the ground). Be relieved that you didn't step on it and need a tetanus booster but annoyed that you didn't find it earlier when you searched for it.

Step 9:

Take the vacuum cleaner and attempt vainly to suck any remaining dust off the exposed wires and fixture. Worry about somehow managing to electrocute yourself.

Step 10:

Plant your feet firmly on your highly stable elevation device (I used the sofa) and prepare to repeat your earlier struggle. Fight with the shade taking necessary breaks to allow the circulation to return to your arms and to breath and allow your extreme frustration to pass. Force the shade back on and hope you don't break it into a non-utilitarian state.

Step 11:

Start to worry even more about getting electrocuted. Attempt to put the bulb back in. Fix the bent parts of the fixture that you messed up in your struggle so the bulb doesn't fall out. Put the bulb back in after managing to only fix two of the three bent prongs that hold it in place.

Step 12:

Vacuum again.

Step 13:

Develop a higher tolerance for filth and promise yourself you will never, ever do this again.

Sumo Experiences 2 - Visiting a Sumo Stable

This is another card from our collection of sumo postcards. This one depicts former American yokozuna (grand champion) Musashimaru. The artwork was painted by famous sumo artist Lynn Matsuoka.

A story has been in the news recently about a young professional sumo wrestler who died during a training session. The wrestler's fighting name (shikona) was Tokitaizan and he was 17 years old. The current speculation is that he died because of shock after receiving multiple injuries all over his body. While it is certainly shocking and sad that such a young man died, the condition he was in is absolutely no surprise to anyone who has ever visited a sumo stable and watched the training they undergo.

My husband and I visited a sumo stable about 16 years ago and witnessed the lifestyle and culture of the wrestlers firsthand. At that time, there was a rare opportunity for a small group of people to take a "package" tour of the Ryogouku area and visit Tomozuna Beya (stable). Taking this tour involved getting up extremely early in the morning so we could catch a bus and arrive in time for a practice session that would begin around 7:00 am. This morning practice is called "Asageiko" and the fine folks at Tomozuna Beya have put up a great many pictures of this on their English language site so you can see for yourself what it looks like.

While the pictures do a good job of showing you certain interesting aspects of the practice like the thigh muscle busting stretching they undergo, there were things we saw which aren't shown there. There is a part of the training where a wrestler is worked over to a near point of exhaustion to build his physical toughness and endurance. He pushes another wrestler across the training ring and when they reach the edge, he is rolled down to the ground and gets up and pushes again. This wouldn't be such a big deal if the ground in the practice area weren't hard as a rock.

When we were there, the fellow who was doing this endurance training was covered in bruises. He had a nasty black eye and pushed the other fellow (who wasn't really exerting himself), fell to the hard ground, and got back up so many times that he was gasping and panting so hard that we could hear him clearly 20 feet away. He was worked incredibly hard and sometimes hit with sticks. I felt very sorry for him given how beat up he looked. The thing is that this fellow wasn't the only one who looked a bit worse for wear. I have read that the worst of the brutal training (beating with sticks) has been phased out for the most part but the training itself is still pretty rough on the body.

The point of this training isn't to be cruel or to beat up the wrestlers, of course. This form of training is traditional and allows the wrestlers to develop the strength to (hopefully) succeed in their professional careers. Sumo is an extremely competitive sport with a great many low level wrestlers who don't make much money at all or become famous and very few rise to the top ranks. If they don't train hard, they will never get anywhere. A lot of people don't realize this because they only see sumo on television but there are low level ranks that compete hours before what is broadcast on television. These low level competitors aren't making much more than the allowance their parents would give them unless they can reach the upper ranks.

In addition to the hard training they endure, the lower level wrestlers are responsible for taking care of the higher level wrestlers. One of the reasons our visit was so early was that we were watching the lower level training. The low level guys get to train first then go off afterwards to clean up and prepare food for the higher level guys who train after them. I've seen and read that part of what the plebeian fellows must do is scrub the backs and even wipe the back-sides of high-ranked wrestlers in the stable though we didn't personally witness either of these activities. ;-)

During our visit, the low level wrestlers made chanko nabe ("sumo stew") for us and served it up in the huge tatami room they slept in along with copious amounts of oolong tea. They stood around the room in yukata (light cotton robes) while the stable leader (oyakata) held court and yakked to the assembled package tourists. At one point, Sentoryu, an American from Saint Louis who was a low-ranking wrestler at that time, spoke to the group though I don't recall if he did so in Japanese or English (but I'm guessing it was Japanese). Unfortunately, our visit occurred early on in our stay in Japan and we couldn't understand most of what was being said by the oyakata.

In terms of the environment at the stable, it seemed like a smallish place for so many big people. It was simply decorated but quite clean and there was a lot of wooden architecture. I remember also there was a second floor with an extremely narrow set of stairs. I'm sure that no one enjoyed tromping up and down them. The atmosphere wasn't oppressive though the younger, lower-level fellows were quiet and respectful. I'm sure that it can be quite a warm and friendly place when they aren't being forced to parade around in front of tourists or act as wait staff for them. However, it was also clearly a hard life where these guys were getting up early, doing a lot of work, and enduring grueling training. After witnessing their life first hand, I can see why sumo is losing ground to imported western sports.

I don't know if they offer such tours of stables anymore but, if they do, I'd very much recommend taking part in one. You learn a lot about how the sumo world continues to embrace the feudal spirit as well as how hard it is to live in that little old-style Japanese cultural bubble on a daily basis.