I picked up this bento box from Muji last winter while in Japan. It looks small but I never seem to go hungry when bringing this and a piece of fruit on the side, and on the days when I need a bit extra I pack my stacked thermal kit (not the same one but close) that holds rice, miso soup, meat and veg in their own separate container. It packs more than enough food then again weighs as much as a large infant so I'm reluctant to lug it to work everyday.

While walking through HMV the other day I stopped to watch this hilarious clip from MTV Japan's The World of Golden Eggs. Unfortunately I don't think the entire series is subtitled.
Update: all of season 1 and 2 can be found online here.

A little song I ripped from a tape of NHK children's programing to help you remember the stations on the JR yamanote line.

Masako can now get her fix of Japanese TV thanks to Japan OverSea Internet Television (JOSITV) -- an updated list of video files from all the major Japanese networks, including news and variety shows (which covers just about everything).

They seem to be in a very early stage, and if popularity picks up will probably turn to a subscription model. Give us the option of choosing the shows we want to watch that week and have high quality video waiting on my hard drive every day ready for viewing, and you'll have my credit card number.

I have fond memories of my first canned coffee shortly after arriving in Japan. My mother-in-law stocked the fridge with a few cans of Georgia Emerald Mountain Blend, and not long after she noticed I took a liking to it a case appeared above the laundry machine. Brewing a pot of coffee should not be on any sane persons to-do list during a hot Japanese summer afternoon, so those cold cans of Georgia, along with Mild Sevens, became close, close friends that summer. I had an on-again off-again relationship with the stuff. On when a newly designed can or brand showed up in stores and vending machines, and off when my body started sending me those little tell-tale signs that if I kept consuming the coffee-flavoured beverage bad stuff would follow.

By far the best, and only place to my knowledge for can coffee reviews can be found in Kuhaku and in the Chin Music Press blog Coffee Mondays. Now Chin Music Press brings us Canned Coffee. They've got posters, an e-book, and most importantly an all-in-one RSS feed.

I can't believe it's taken this long to come across the incredibly sick imagery of Kawahara Kazuhiko, AKA Palla. He takes photographs from the urban landscape of Osaka and mixes them to create beautiful mirrored and other interesting effects. His published book, The Book of Pallalink, is for sale in limited quantity and more work can be found on his weblog. Thanks to Jean Snow.

I just caught a short documentary on Stephen Wiltshire, one of a very short list of prodigious savants who possesses the extraordinary ability of being able to study urban landscapes and sketch them from memory in great, almost Where's Waldo detail. For the show, Stephen was invited to Tokyo and spent 30 minutes taking in 360 degrees of Tokyo skyline from the roof top (270 meters up) of Roppongi Hills. He was then provided a 360 degree 10 meter wide canvas, a box of pencils and pens, and in seven days had completed what was a remarkably accurate panorama of the Tokyo skyline. His longest ever panoramic drawing, and guaranteed to have given him a pretty bad case of writers cramp many times over. Absolutely Incredible. Understand this is coming from someone who couldn't win a game of memory against his daughter even if I cheated (and often), but most should really be able to appreciate Stephen's gift on both mental and artistic levels.

Check out Stephen's website for more info on himself and his art. His site is also hosting clips of the show narrated in English, as well as a few photographs. Here's a video (1 MB) of the completed panorama.

A mailing list I watch, which is concerned primarily with human rights issues in Japan, recently started a letter writing campaign to have Mandom pull an ad for Gatsby facial towels. The ad features a group of black men dressed in typical Rastafarian garb cleaning their faces with the wipes, and as the camera pans across the room a chimpanzee dressed in the same clothing is shown mimicking the others. Personally, I wasn't outraged by the ad. Done in poor taste yes, and I can fully understand how others would be seriously offended by the depiction of black men as primates. So I was happy to hear today that the protest was a success and Mandom pulled the ad and issued an apology. Congratulations to all those involved.

The ad was also removed from Mandom's website, but I was able to capture the stream a few days ago so you can have some idea what we're talking about.

Mandom's Gatsby 'Mogeha' ad (1.9 MB)

After reading about the Starbucks Delocator on BoingBoing last night I was going to write something about all the Anti-Starbucks rhetoric but this morning see Kurt Easterwood already did a splendid job of laying out what I wanted to say. He quotes the delocator.net Why Delocate? page and goes on to say: Kurt also links to Adam Greenfield's Anti-Anti Starbucks/Ikea rant Ikeaphobia and its discontents, an article I've pointed quite a few people to in the past. I certainly don't see anything wrong in searching for alternatives, or even independent alternatives but criticizing a successful business like starbucks for "making all of the stores identical: the same beverages, food, ambient sounds and smells" seems to miss the point why people frequent them, consistency. And in Japan that also means a smoke free environment, which is worth the price alone. A completely smoke free environment is a rarity in Japan and while other businesses changed their policies to allow smoking (Subway I'm looking at you) Starbucks didn't budge keeping every store smoke free.

Personally I'd like to see more energy focused on the origins of the raw product itself. We don't all have the privilege of living in uber-progressive centers where Fair Trade, organic or shade grown coffee is readily available, so for the rest of us who don't want to buy Folgers and care where our coffee comes from a Starbucks is a welcome sight.

Japan's got to be the only country in the world where the little old ladies dye their hair purple, and the punker teens are dying theirs grey. Fire Engine Red, Smurf Blue, Radioactive Green and Geriatric Grey? The Sunday afternoon bingo crowd looks like they're heading to a D.O.A. concert and shawls with gold beaded eyeglass chains are hip among schoolgirls.

Completely unrelated, but if I see another sideways trucker-cap I think I'm going to vomit, right after I kick the offending party in the back of the knee. My dad used to bring us those from the paper mill he worked at. They were lame back then and still are today.

While transferring between lines in Noborito this morning I came across a campaigning politician donning a large red sash and handing out pamphlets to commuters on the footpath between stations. This is in no way an uncommon occurrence here, but what surprised me was that my outreached hand actually scored a pamphlet, as this almost never happens. Most campaigning politicians that I've come across will hold back their flyers when I walk past. Who could blame them? How could someone with white skin possibly vote or even read Japanese for that matter. Of course this isn't always the case, just my own experience.

Another surprise was that the politician who handed me the flyer was Tsurunen Marutei, the first foreign-born member of the Diet (Japanese parliament). Born Martti Turunen in Finland he obtained Japanese citizenship in 1979. Tsurunen entered politics in 1992 when he was elected to the town assembly of Yugawara, Kanagawa and in 2002 when Ohashi Kyosen resigned Tsurunen took his seat in the Diet.

I've been following Vincent's Now and Then photographs of Yokohama since he started posting them in September. His shots of modern day Sakuragicho, Yamashita-koen, Motomachi and nineteen other city landmarks contrasted against postcards of Yokohama during the Meiji Era (1868�1912) are quite interesting.

I haven't seen any on the streets yet but certain sects of the Japanese public sure have cottoned to the iPod Shuffle. Reload the page to shuffle the top four images. [via tuaw]

I hate to pooh-pooh on the Japanese health care system, as I was quite impressed by the whole child birth experience, but why does this not surprise me? Doctor Riviera, Doctor Nick Riviera. Please report to the coroner immediately.

If you're in front of the tube tomorrow evening check out Millionaire on channel 8 (Fuji TV) at 7pm. They will air the episode which Masako's friend Hiroko competes on. They will also air video of Masako, Frankie and the rest of her brains as there was a camera on them in Hiroko's home during the entire show. And please folks, do not adjust your television set. Frankie really is that cute.

Update: 2,500,000 yen ($24,000) ain't too shabby eh? I've got the video in Quicktime but don't have the diskspace to host it just yet. The video is here.

Jeremy's post today reminded me that this book's been untouched on my shelf for too long. When I first learned about Kuhaku I knew if I didn't order it then it would've been forgotten shortly after. I bought the book and it seems to have been ignored on the shelf anyhow. Having only skimmed it I would still recommend this book for anyone who appreciates quality crafted and beautifully designed books, and of course an interest in Japan helps. Serious thought went into creating this book which is evident from the Chin Music Press website. Details like the book's cover and even chapter headers are documented in great detail and one could learn a lot about the publishing process from their weblog. And can't forget the cool illustrations by Kozyndan created from panoramic photos by art director Craig Mod (who was also kind enough to mail me a copy of the book from Japan).

I forgot to mention this earlier but Masako and two other sets of sweaty palms are currently awaiting a call from Fuji TV studios where they're taping an episode of Millionaire (the Japanese variant of the famous British game show "Who want�s to be a Millionaire?"). Her friend was picked to audition for the show, passed and picked Masako as one of her three lifelines, or brains as their called in Japan. I've never seen this show so I really don't know what to expect.

Masako's friend Hiroko was picked for the show because of her family�s current situation as well. Her husband, and a friend of mine, is from the Maldives and while his family survived the Tsunami they also lost everything. They're planning on going back to help rebuild their town in the next few months, so the added funds would really help. Keeping my fingers crossed.

We spent a brisk Saturday afternoon at Enoshima watching hawks circle and dive bomb people eating lunch on the beach steps. We were very careful, making sure not expose any food to the sky and still one of the huge birds swooped down going for what I guess was Frankie's milk box. No crowds, no vendors, and no speakers blasting Coca-cola jingles repeated ad nauseam. The Shibuya crowd can have Enoshima for their few weeks in the summer, and we'll take it the rest of the year. Just wish they'd leave it a bit cleaner.

What better way to spend a beautiful sunny day than at an indoor aquarium. Well I guess we could have gone bowling...

Frankie was really able to appreciate the aquarium exhibits this time. She bounced on my knee and clapped through the entire dolphin show, though I could have done without the whole "look, it thinks it's people!" aspect of the show. It may not be the most authentic wildlife experience for her, but until she can take the Zodiac ride out whale watching in the Strait of Juan de Fuca, this will have to do.

I did a double take last night when I got my change back from the convenience store clerk, thinking he was trying to pass off some of that funny Canadian money. After a visit to the ATM today I see all the new 1,000, 5,000 and 10,000 yen note are in full circulation. Here's a Bank of Japan page that explains the new security features, which are plentiful. The 5,000 yen note, shown above, features a portrait of Ichiyo Higuchi, a 19th century novelist and the first woman to appear on a Japanese banknote.

Recently I've seen a surge in people wearing these Phiten bracelets (fabric-covered PVC rubber cord containing powdered titanium) and necklaces. This so-called therapeutic brand of accessories are really catching on in Japan. My neighbourhood has its own Phiten store with life size cut out of professional athlete endorser Randy Johnson, and they were apparently worn by the entire Japanese Olympic volleyball team. Even Phiten's TV commercials run during prime-time, and seem to market to the every-person and not just as an athletic accessory, hence all the men in suits I see wearing them on the train. Through the act of "Phild Processing" titanium the super jewelry is said to relieve pain and stiffness in muscles, and improve blood circulation by regulating the body's electrical current. Alrighty then.

I've never entered any Phiten shop or bothered to listen to a sales pitch so I found this account on skeptic James Randi's site of Phiten's test for potential buyers very interesting. Phiten has a US website, but do people actually buy into this type of junk science overseas? If so, I've got some magic beans I need to get out of storage.

For those who would like to help with the earthquake relief effort in Niigata, Japan Post will send emergency relief packages for
free if you send them to the Nagaoka City Hall at:

940-8501
Niigata-Ken, Nagaoka-Shi
Sawai-machi, 2-Chome 1-1
Nagaoka Shiyakusho
Saigai Taisaku Honbu

How and What to send:
- Items other than cash (which must be sent in GENKIN KAKIDOME
special delivery) and which do not require special handling (cool
items or fragile items)
- Relief Items (clothing, blankets, non-perishable food, daily
amenities (diapers, alcohol spray, towels, saran wrap), school
items, newspapers, magazines, etc.) packable in a
small package (KOTSUTSU YUUBIN BUTSU) which doesn't require special
handling.

Pack only new items and one type of item in each box (ie.
a box of drinking water, or a box of food, or a box of daily
amenities) and refrain from sending the following:
- Used underwear or used blankets (even laundered)
- Fresh, perishable foods

Label contents on outside of package
Please mark KYUUENJO YOU (For Emergency Relief)

Other Conditions
- Sender may not request specific distribution of goods (as in
sending to a specific person, village or group.)
- Items may not be sent to gain profit.
- Packages to individuals are not eligible for this service.

Free shipping is only available until 24-Nov. You can also call the P.O.
and have them pick the package up at your doorstep. More information in Japanese here. Thanks to Kathy S. for rounding this up.

Holy crap that was scary! I'm counting eight quakes since 5:56 p.m. between 6.8 M and 5.1 M, six of which were strong enough to get us under the kitchen table. If this keeps up we'll need to buy a larger kitchen table, something that can comfortably fit all three of us during these multiple quake sessions. No damage here but media is reporting two deaths, multiple injuries, damaged homes, blackouts, broken water mains and a derailing a bullet train in Niigata prefecture.

As of this writing (9:02 p.m.) NHK and FNN are saying there may still be another big one tonight. That makes me feel much better. Other accounts in the area Blogd, Wirefarm and Cerebral Soup.

A fascinating piece of fiction written by a twelve year old on this utopian make believe country called Japan, published in the San Francisco Chronicle the other week --- or that it would be if it were meant to be fiction by an actual twelve year old. In this perfect land of Japan the police don't carry guns and the few criminals that they do deal with, Right, and the Bushido code of honour is alive and well in the Japanese criminal community. Adam Sparks, if that's even his real name, goes on to say that there's no homeless problem. I guess Adam failed to notice the blue tarp village in Ueno park, or the bodies lined up every morning sleeping on cardboard boxes in Shinjuku station. But the final insult comes when he reveals the true intent of his article, that the Japanese Earth to Mr. Sparks, dispite that being far from the truth, when we in the international "Reality-Based Community" call someone simple and people like Bush cowboys it's not meant as a complement.

Feel free to read the entire gush and mush article in its hilarity. I do have one question for Mr. Sparks though. When you pulled all these stereotypes and assertions out of your ass, did it hurt? This is the type of fluff I would expect to read on someone's weblog (like mine) after a few days spent in a foreign land, but not from a major US daily.

Living in Japan I see the English language mutilated on a daily basis. Nonsensical English on clothing, advertisements, stationary and catch phrases repeated ad nauseam. Then again, I have to give Japanese credit for not tattooing these on their bodies. We can't say the same for many in the west who, despite their best intentions, just can't seem to get it right the first time, which when you think about it is pretty imperative considering the temporary nature of a tattoo.

Personally I think Kanji tattoos are silly, but if you feel the need to show your individually in a foreign language please, please, make sure and double check your usage by those who actually speak the language. And when consulting with a native speaker be sure to watch for raised eyebrows and signs of held back laughter.

Update: Looks like the website I linked to above Hanzi Smatter, a website dedicated to the misuse of Chinese characters in Western culture, ran out of bandwidth. A little googling came up with Jeremy's take on Kanji tattoos, and a few words of caution on character stroke order.

Just when we really start to appreciate NHK programming, a scandal breaks and another 13,000 irate viewers refuse to pay. I say 'another' because I and pretty much everyone I know have always refused to pay the extortion fee that everyone with a television is required to pay. NHK relies on 'subscriber' fees for it's programming, but unlike public broadcasting in North America, NHK doesn't hold telethons or ask for donations. NHK dispatches hired goons with combovers door to door who demand you hand over cash, even if you don't watch NHK. Every time we've moved the drill starts all over, with the new NHK pimp making a visit within a week looking for his cheddar. I usually end up politely telling him where to stick his clipboard, we part ways and I imagine him striking a big red X with skull and bones through our address. The only way you can easily get out of paying the fee is by not owning a television, and the clip board mafia always asks to come in and verify the fact you never joined the twentieth century.

Honestly though, I wish there was a way for us to make one time donations just as I would with public broadcasting in Canada if Fran was watching their children's programming. Call me stubborn, but I just don't respond well to threats or lectures about "you now in my country".
NHK: We Break Remote Controls.

A little known fact (was at least to me) is that during a thunder storm, Japanese children are taught to lean forward and cup their hands over their belly buttons to protect it from the thunder. Apparently, in Japanese folklore, the god of lightning and thunder (Kaminari-sama) is thought to steal belly buttons. I'm not aware of any preference for innies or outties, but I would assume the smell of fear plays a big part (e.g. dogs, bees).

It's 12:30 AM and do you now where your delinquent, good for nothing, motorcycle gang member son is? Making his third pass past my apartment revving his tricked out bike louder than once thought possible with a 100 of his closest friends, waking my daughter and bringing her to tears. That's where.

The Japan Photography Mailing List spontaneously combusted yesterday when out of the blue the list maintainer Juergen Specht decided on his own it was no longer worth his trouble and deleted both the list of 250 plus members and more than a years worth of archived messages from his servers with no warning. Those thousands of messages accumulating a wealth of information, reviews, advice and general photography conversation between its members. Thanks Juergen, that was real swell of you. Jerk. Read what Jim, Kristen and Kurt had to say.

The list has been tentatively restarted at Yahoo! Groups so if want to join, or for that matter re-join the conversation send a mail to japanphoto-subscribe[at]yahoogroups[dot]com

From the crew that brought us Sundown Sessions comes the Sunscreen Film Festival. An independent short-film contest for both first-time and veteran filmmakers. The submission deadline is October 22nd and the 10 finalist films will be screened Sunday November 21st in Shimokitazawa.

For all the details download the official info pack (pdf 1MB).

After the last few weeks of selecting, editing, printing and framing (no blood, a few tears and plenty sweat) ten photographs are now ready for my exhibition on Sunday. If you're in the area come by and enjoy the live and dj'd tunes from 5 till 10.

Date: Sunday Sept. 19th 5pm to 10pm
Event: Sundown Session 13.0
Venue: Antena Cafe, 2-14-2 Shimokitazawa JOW Building 4F

I can't think of anything that would go better with curry then cheese, well maybe deep fried sausage. Coco Ichiban (pronounced: Coco Ichiban) is a chain Japanese curry shop and if at Burger King you can HAVE IT YOUR WAY® then at Coco you can HAVE IT PRETTY MUCH ANY GODAMN WAY YOU LIKE ® I say 'pretty much' because you probably couldn't ask for it to be served in your pocket or in your shoe, but then again I've never tried so I couldn't really say.

Coco Ichiban has got to have one of the most customizable menus on the planet, so much so that the back page of the eight panel menu lists five steps titled "How to Order". First you pick your meat, seafood, vegetable or miscellaneous. Choices range from menchi-katsu (battered deep fried hamburger), deep fried squid, cream filled crab croquette, eggplant or tofu which can only be classified as miscellaneous. Thirty-four choices in total, basically anything that can be thrown into the deep frier. Octopus, no problem. pickeled eggs, why not. Shoelace, sounds good. Next comes your choice of curry. If you don't specify then pork curry is the default "gravy" as they say in India, but you also have beef curry to choose from.

If you're one of those guys, and I say "guys" because I've never heard a woman say this, that loves really spicy food or rather likes taking about how they can stomach the rarest of chilies. You know the type, they can chow down on foods proceeded by the words "Suicide" or "5-Alarm" in which they need to sign a legal medical wavier to eat and the entire time brag about how "this is nothing at all, i've eaten much spicier". Meanwhile you can see the steam shooting from their ears, their tongue cracking like chapped lips in dry winter air and the waiter frantically hitting the 911 speed dial which happens to be labeled as one. If this describes you then you'll enjoy the next step of choosing your level of spiciness which ranges from 0 being the default level to 10 being the level in which hallucination is almost expected. As if this wasn't enough you can still pick from about fifteen different toppings like corn, garlic, scrambled eggs, bacon, kimchi or cheese.

With all the possible combinations available to me, I pretend to ponder the menu for a minute as if to impress the minimum wage high-school student behind the counter into thinking I'm making an educated well thought out decision, contemplating what a level two kimchi garlic omelet sprinkled with deep fried corn might taste like. A quick look at their menu would leave you to believe that pretty much anything goes in this place. If you wanted to try mayonnaise curry I'm confidant they'd throw a dollop in the frier for you and make up a price, in fact I think it's one of the toppings. With all this power at my fingertips I never fail to choose the same thing. "Creature of Habit.", my father used to jokingly say at our local chinese restaurant before predictably ordering his signature consomme soup and open-face hot beef sandwich. Me, I'm a chicken-katsu and cheese person but only two-hundred grams rice.

That reminds me. You can also customize the amount of rice to a hundred grams, 300g being the standard. If you can down 1,300 grams of rice, served in a plate the size of a small tire, in a certain time frame you get it for free. You get your polaroid on the wall and upon hearing your story of gluttony a small family in Bangladesh will curse the infidel pigs and their curry shop of unlimited combinations. When you die during your triple coronary bypass you get another polaroid on the back wall, except in this one you're not holding up your licked-clean plate with pride.

So when you're in Japan, alone and hungry (alone because it wouldn't be my first choice for a date) remember Coco Ichiban. You heard it hear first, or maybe second but I defiantly gave you more detail.

There's something nerve-racking about when the guy using the urinal next to you feels the need to unbuckle his pants and top button just to go pee. It's not that I'm watching or counting how many times he shakes, it's just a little difficult not to notice someone undressing so close by.

I wonder if he's ever thought about what that little zipper was for, or the slit in the front of boxer shorts. "These are all designed for easy access when relieving oneself" I'd tell him. "And to prevent one from having to tuck the back of your shirt in again and again and again, depending on the amount of coffee or oolong tea you consume per day."

I hope that if I and Mr. "I-have-to-pull-my-pants-down-to-pee" ever happen to cross paths again in the bathroom he would be willing to try out some of these suggestions or at the very least extend the courtesy of a one or two urinal buffer zone.

As some of you may know, Kevin of bastish.net fame will be packing his bags for Sweden and leaving behind this dusty one-horse town.

I'd like to get together for a few drinks this Thursday around 6:30-7ish in Ebisu. So if you'd like to attend please leave a comment with an email address here as the location may change.

Time: Thursday August 5th around 6:30-7:00
Place: Khumbila -Nepali & Tibetan Restaurant
3 minutes from Ebisu Sta. Hibiya line, Yamanote line

I got a notice in the mail from Japanese Immigration telling me that my Permanent Residency Visa application was approved. Yippee! Now I don't have to pay for re-entry permits when I come home from vacation. That's one step away from becoming a full blown Japanese citizen, but don't hold your breath on that one. Come on Canada, don't be jealous. I still love you too.

On a completely unrelated note, I'm currently enjoying these Italian potato chips made with extra virgin olive oil and they're not half bad.

Late last night I saw what might have been the first televised commercial for a blogging service in Japan. Currently you have to sign up for a free account with Livedoor to view the streaming ads on their site.

Hmmn... I guess Livedoor is trying to court the late night nonsensical variety show types.

A segment by CNN's Atika Shubert on the Fahrenheit 9/11 private screening in Tokyo has been airing all day on CNN World News. If you look closely at the first few seconds you can see my back as I walk into the theater (still shot of my backside). Watch the video. (8MB quicktime required)

I've been invited to a special shindig tomorrow evening, and so today I celebrated by exchanging cash for goods and or services, otherwise called shopping. I picked up a much needed, and procrastinated about Speedlight flash for my Nikon SLR. What's the soiree you ask? I could tell you but then I would have to, well you know how it goes. Since killing someone via weblog or even RSS reader is not yet within the capability of current technology it'll just have to wait.

I'm not one to poke fun at others metal disorders, but a guy we meet in the elevator today is worth mentioning. From the ground floor to the 5th he assumed responsibility of elevator-man taking charge of the all important open close door buttons. He was what you could call a train geek or "aficionados" as the media calls them here. In a high pitched voice he imitated the train announcements from Shin-Yurigaoka station to Hon Atsugi on the Odakyu line. At the first floor he announced that the train was now leaving Shin-Yurigaoka Sta. bound for Odawara. When we arrived at the third floor he announced we were now pulling into Machida Sta. and politely added that we could transfer to the Yokohama line from here. Immediately as we departed the third floor he announced that the next station would be Hon Atsugi. Now this is where it all went wrong. See, the next station after Machida is Sagamiono, which was the station we were actually at, and following Sagamiono and before you get to Hon Atsugi you have to go through Ebina as well. The fact that he completely omitted two major express stations made me question really how "obsessive" this guy was. Maybe it's just plain old compulsive disorder, who am I to judge.

Maybe my expectations were set to high by hollywood, but to me it's like Rainman asking his brother to drive him to K-Mart for boxer shorts with the name Linda on them. Though in his defense he was very polite as he held the doors open and thanked us for flying Odakyu train lines.

Wow, that was a big one. Rocked the one floor house pretty good out here in Odawara, and for the first time I'm not complaining about being out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by rice fields. Not as big as as the quake last year but at 5.5 on the richter scale it was still a doozie.

If anyone ever says earthquakes get easier to deal with over time, they're absolutely full of it. Somehow I don't think anyone would ever say this, but if someone might say this that person would therefore be full of it. And by it I'm referring to dirty lies.

Luis has a few more details on the quake.

On Monday Masako took Frankie to a small park very close to our apartment. Later that evening during dinner she told me how she had to pick out all the cigarette butts and trash from the sandbox before she could let Frankie play. I could feel a rant coming on, you know something about those dirty, dirty parks in Japan. But immediately after Masako when into how her good friend, that spent many years in Vancouver, told her about how children are educated about used needles in the parks and taught not to touch them. With the newer needle exchange programs I don't know whether or not this problem still exists in Vancouver but it sure put me back in my place.

I criticize things I observe in Japan often, yet I seldom do the same for Canada. I guess I should, though it�s always easier to hold the society that you live in under the microscope.

I'm a real picky eater, even when it comes to desert. I'm not a big fan of maple walnut ice cream so it would be safe to say that raw horseflesh ice cream with "real raw chunks of meat inside" would be off my list. Or how about Oyster, Garlic, Whale, Ox Tongue, or Sesame Soybean and Dried Kelp ice cream? Tempting, but no thanks.

These and 16 other "mouth watering" exotic ice cream flavors are for sale at Ice Cream City in Namco Nanja Town in the Sunshine 60 building in Tokyo's Toshima-ku. But don't all go at once, as they might sell out of their famous Lettuce and Potato Ice Cream and then you'll just have to settle for plain old chicken flavor.

My rss reader tells me I'm not the first to post this. Oh fish sticks, thought I had a scoop.

Shaving cream, rice, dried yellowy substance from lip to bottom of chin, possibly mustard. Whiskey. Although not visible you could sure smell it, possibly Johnny Walker. Toothpaste, purple hair dye, in hair. This is a common one among women in the 55-70 year old demographic. Possibly on purpose. Umm, hair gel?

The next Sundown Downtempo Session, this coming Sunday (June 6), will feature the photography of fellow photoblogger Kevin Cameron.

If you don't want to get lost in the rain trying to find the venue like me make sure to check the map for antena, or if you like getting lost in the rain feel free to use my rushed napkin-map.

On the way back from Shinjuku on sunday I stopped in at Sundown Towntempo Session in Shimokitazawa. It was also opening night for Andrew Beveridge's photo exhibition, which made it a great excuse for attending. Here's a few photos I took, and should see a few more I took on Andrew's Canon 10D dSLR up on Sundown's site soon.

NPR has an interesting interview with Jad Adams, author of Hideous Absinthe: A History of the Devil in a Bottle, about the cultural role the potent green liquor played among artistic circles in 1890s France. According to Adams Absinthe was to the painters and writers of the 1890's as marijuana was to the artist of the 1960's. Absinthe is still freely available in Japan.

My letter to the editor of the Japan Times was published on the web and should be in print this Sunday (May 9th). (UPDATE: My letter was published in the May 5th edition) Luckily their circulation dept keeps 3 months of back issues. Here's the scanned page.


Sure, the web's a great place to publish your ideas and opinions, but you still can't beat the coverage that writing to the editor of a newspaper with 50,000 plus readers gives you!

Forget computer animation, and even claymation. This is veggiemaion. I watched a show with Fran this morning called minori no mori no nakama tachi on NHK in which the entire show is made of fruits and veggies.

Japanese LDP member Takeaki Kashimura must be paying attention to how the Bush administration and the Right-Wing media in the US deals with dissent calling the recently released Japanese hostages "Anti-Japan" and "Anti-government" .

I thought this type of pointless language only existed in the US. I mean if you told an Italian or say a Mexican that they were Anti-Italian or Anti-Mexican they would most likely just laugh at you, but in the US, for many, those be fightn' words. [correction: the term I was thinking of was "Un-American" and not Anti-American]

Luis from Blogd.com has written and excellent post on the horrible treatment these brave humanitarians have received returning to Japan.

Seems someone or something goofed and listed Apple eMacs for 2787 yen, about 25 US dollars, on Yahoo Shopping. Some 20,000 shoppers purchase 100,000,000 eMacs before the glitch was fixed. link

Last summer my mother and her husband spent 3 weeks traveling through out England, Scotland, Wales, Ireland and France. I got a call a few days after they arrived home and 90% of the conversation revolved around an incident in Paris. This was saved as a draft but somehow I forgot to publish it, so here it is. I asked them to write it in their own words.

"While on our trip to Paris, Elaine and i walked miles seeing the many historic sights of this beautiful and exciting city. One sunny day on a busy street we were approached by an excited Japanese couple who literally swarmed us and began pleading for help. Through hand signals and a brochure they held plus a few English words which seemed to consist largely of " thank you very much ",it became clear what they wanted.The brochure featured a display of designer handbags which were on sale for exorbient prices in a trendy and expensive looking store [luis vuitton] across the street.It was the kind of store i would normally avoid at all costs.

They wanted us to buy two purses for them. Apparently it was store policy to limit one to a customer, and since they had already bought one each they could buy no more. They desparately wanted another two, desparate enough to peal out 700 Euro dollars from a large roll and press it upon two astonished strangers. Elaine and i considered for a moment and with a shrug said " okay, what the heck". The store was staffed by well dressed and snobish looking sales people and security guards. We were informed it would be an hour wait in a long line; an hour we could ill afford from our precious time in Paris. However the deed was done and completed by handong over the purses and change to two very grateful Japanese. 700 Euros is over $1000 Canadian. It would have been so easy to walk away with it. However, they had chosen wisely.

The very next day we were astounded to be approached by another Asian couple making a similar request. Needless to say, we politely refused and walked quickly away. "

If you just scan the headlines, like so many others do these days, you would be under the impression Japan has taken a positive step in the right direction towards banning tobacco advertising. on the other hand if you where to actually read any of the articles you would know this to be totally false.

The headlines were,

�Japan to ban tobacco ads in public places�
�Japan gets tough on smoking advertisements�
�Japanese lawmakers look to crack whip on tobacco ads�
�JAPAN: Tobacco ads to go up in smoke?�

What the headlines should have read is "Japanese government gives into tobacco industry yet again"

The Washington times reads,

�The Japanese government will impose a ban on tobacco ads in public places such as train and bus stations, the Mainichi newspaper said Monday. The goal is to prevent minors from acquiring the habit, officials at the Finance Ministry and the Tobacco Institute of Japan said. Beginning in April, cigarette advertisements will be banned in public areas except for tobacco shops and designated smoking areas. Advertising on transport vehicles such as trains, buses and taxis will still be permitted, but ads on television, radio and the Internet will be banned, except for advertisements exclusively aimed at adults. However, advertisements designed to improve smoking manners and prevent youth smoking are free from the ban, officials said.�

So wait, what is actually being banned here?? Advertising in public areas except for the actual train (every 3rd ad is for a tobacco company) radio and the internet? I can close the pop up ad but still have to stair at the Marlboro banner in my face for my 3 hour commute every day. But what I find most disturbing is the fact that this ban is not being regulated by the ministry of health but by the ministry of finance and the tobacco institute, the same ministry of finance that still owns 2/3 of Japan tobacco. Isn't that like letting the auto industry dictate car safety regulations