tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33886054763438994342024-03-12T23:13:38.796-07:00yoyogi takoNews from the Townsley/Davis family in TokyoUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-87668045391325790022011-05-22T22:16:00.000-07:002011-05-22T22:16:46.745-07:00The Flute PlayerWhen I walk the dog at 7:15 in the morning, there is a man and an woman who circumnavigate the park the opposite direction from me and Sandy. He plays some simple wooden flute while she simply walks. I'll try to get a pictureUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-89529305184589129602009-11-18T18:48:00.001-08:002009-11-18T23:36:36.285-08:00Ronald McDonald in Japan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYXHNLjYHm_BvGll7go471ukl092boYXC8J68v8B5VOuPN_Yxl8I2Vn1m7s_TZtVaIIAVc_WO3aAs2jLGctL1_rIH0A0N0HRcELKKJwLgM7bXO2O5zoUxLVLnxhQi7qPmZXAwmDffag0/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYXHNLjYHm_BvGll7go471ukl092boYXC8J68v8B5VOuPN_Yxl8I2Vn1m7s_TZtVaIIAVc_WO3aAs2jLGctL1_rIH0A0N0HRcELKKJwLgM7bXO2O5zoUxLVLnxhQi7qPmZXAwmDffag0/s400/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405641452899357074" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Since somebody asked: the Quarter Pounder is the クオ一タ一パウンダ一 , of course. You would pronounce that kuo ta pa oon da. Add the cheese, its a クオ一タ一パウンダ一テ一ズ (chi zu)<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-45537100514850914862009-11-16T04:09:00.001-08:002009-11-16T04:19:46.071-08:00Difference<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVB8vxhymgqIqXyCXEXYAyRD6ynlL8Mj6xFMJ7glF_ndaS1058OFGU7B4xFQqskAzqxOQO9DktD0jESg0hqyRsZWImwrX5qRevnNBsJeVpK2wiTlXbNawKcJVN61EbZB9A5VogfPeappk/s1600/IMG_6270.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVB8vxhymgqIqXyCXEXYAyRD6ynlL8Mj6xFMJ7glF_ndaS1058OFGU7B4xFQqskAzqxOQO9DktD0jESg0hqyRsZWImwrX5qRevnNBsJeVpK2wiTlXbNawKcJVN61EbZB9A5VogfPeappk/s320/IMG_6270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404672679324693106" /></a><br /><br />After I buy my bleach and deodorizer, I take them to the counter to pay for them. The nice sales person wraps them both in plastic before putting them in a plastic shopping bag.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-10790484377566011132009-11-04T17:35:00.000-08:002009-11-04T17:58:16.944-08:00Urban PlanningDriving in Tokyo can be a interesting thing. Nevermind fact that they drive on the right hand side and that streets are rarely labeled. <br /><br />This post is about the <span style="font-weight:bold;">size</span> of the streets. <br /><br />I'd estimate that about 80% of the roads in Tokyo are fairly narrow one-lane streets that are intended for two way traffic, pedestrians and bicyclist. The telephone poles also are in the streets, albeit at the edge. Sandy--on the leash here--helps provide scale for this picture.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkkVQE6KCBTo51nwW6WfjefygxicwfmbvQCQTWoopE-T7HJcvd0xds6JYTVZsJWZ9N1vWpNsf9cHpk-cILE8ZGhJVDs8y6hR2vTWukwCIXz18wLH_Q3OL1EK-Veg5IPDEwNpVqe2w7cP8/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkkVQE6KCBTo51nwW6WfjefygxicwfmbvQCQTWoopE-T7HJcvd0xds6JYTVZsJWZ9N1vWpNsf9cHpk-cILE8ZGhJVDs8y6hR2vTWukwCIXz18wLH_Q3OL1EK-Veg5IPDEwNpVqe2w7cP8/s400/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400429961075122050" /></a><br /><br /><br />The major arteries are wide and accomodate a lot of traffic. Still, such roads are also used by many bicyclists and motorpeds that dart between cars, so one has to be a particularly attentive driver. On such roads, pedestian crossings are carefully managaged. Fencing inhibits jaywalking (which is discouraged and not much practiced here). Between corner crossings, there are many raised pedestrian crossways. This picture was taken from one such elevated pedestrian bridge.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiGZ94YKuJ1plaqzTqaf5bEvlyamMDbO5sr3zGBLf52s1p_rGKXgPvi6UkLvbDFx2pizxtHMaUMjLnHHFQrARL9dARRpPejSNJWUgenjdQTAnmA3HeWvfnFuR6kA5f8DoHAy1q2cXUSJo/s1600-h/IMG_0182.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiGZ94YKuJ1plaqzTqaf5bEvlyamMDbO5sr3zGBLf52s1p_rGKXgPvi6UkLvbDFx2pizxtHMaUMjLnHHFQrARL9dARRpPejSNJWUgenjdQTAnmA3HeWvfnFuR6kA5f8DoHAy1q2cXUSJo/s400/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400429944630498930" /></a><br /><br />These pictures were taken on an early Sunday morning without much traffic, but will give you an idea of the scale of the roads.<br /><br />All and all, I would have to say that this helps to discourage driving and concentrate vehicular traffic to the major roadways. It also encourages the use of public transportation or self-transportation.<br /><br />I will have to say I love riding my bike to the grocery store.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-60656404166484539352009-11-02T15:30:00.000-08:002009-11-02T15:43:22.687-08:00Yoyogi Park<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://worldwidekate.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/n5202857_44926478_8557.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://worldwidekate.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/n5202857_44926478_8557.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />This morning, Sandy Peach woke me up pretty early in the morning for a walk. She and I were out in Yoyogi Park by 5;15 am, before the sun came up. As we walked to one of the quieter corners of the park, I observed some strange motion underneath a dense cluster of tress. As I got nearer, I realized it was a man repeatedly practicing karate kicks.<br /><br />Public space is extremely well used in Japan. Yoyogi Park, is one of the largest Parks in Tokyo (see picture at the bottom of this blog). It is always full of human activity. On weekends cars line the street near our apartment waiting for a parking space. Families spread out plastic sheets and settle in for long picnics. <br /><br />The night Sandy Peach arrived (6 hours late--a typhoon delayed her flight) I took her for a long walk in Yoyogi Park at midnight. I am rarely up that late so it was my first encounter with the park late at night. I discovered that midnight is a popular time to jog here in Tokyo.<br /><br />Anyway, I have started a new list in the right hand bar of this blog--a list of things I have seen people doing in Yoyogi park. I'll update as I note new and unique things that people do in Yoyogi Park.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-34300072196240453522009-10-28T17:44:00.000-07:002009-10-31T00:31:01.517-07:00Nara River Walk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-wEalqiixP0kGxB-HvqoFCw4dk-q45HoymOwWEvbgfG6ZTh2bmrkpyty6ZQ1B-ALM2Y_UvwW0M_Ido83g2wSUz6pYMQqkmvcB1Pr6z_mBFmRFqafqXCXrdW8vAV-opkh3KiucTw1_cU/s1600-h/IMG_6233.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-wEalqiixP0kGxB-HvqoFCw4dk-q45HoymOwWEvbgfG6ZTh2bmrkpyty6ZQ1B-ALM2Y_UvwW0M_Ido83g2wSUz6pYMQqkmvcB1Pr6z_mBFmRFqafqXCXrdW8vAV-opkh3KiucTw1_cU/s400/IMG_6233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397818832371361362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvW_xTeMN_kAwa3Bh7B_-Tvkf2wV54eeX_gA1FwIiLTOgUQ0Nsz3qkxRmQOREOnuZLpbkzDI7_IWJpz5K2X5MVuhJ3QPDizKfyktdc5mxXerj8A9mnRASuKGtFEwSe5D7W5pKDNW6z6Vs/s1600-h/IMG_6231.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvW_xTeMN_kAwa3Bh7B_-Tvkf2wV54eeX_gA1FwIiLTOgUQ0Nsz3qkxRmQOREOnuZLpbkzDI7_IWJpz5K2X5MVuhJ3QPDizKfyktdc5mxXerj8A9mnRASuKGtFEwSe5D7W5pKDNW6z6Vs/s400/IMG_6231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397818828139996146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhjZlmUdOHpc7G6vv2V-6FzhD_UQYBC9E5X3ioA4gir4BvkEyVboo70e9nN3DvIvimbO26tNsLg1vP1Fgj2v4P9OV8nSUwr_1D9Bx0fevMb03DIGqWb4pIckcV-bGlwso2zN9mTnRYfM/s1600-h/IMG_6228.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhjZlmUdOHpc7G6vv2V-6FzhD_UQYBC9E5X3ioA4gir4BvkEyVboo70e9nN3DvIvimbO26tNsLg1vP1Fgj2v4P9OV8nSUwr_1D9Bx0fevMb03DIGqWb4pIckcV-bGlwso2zN9mTnRYfM/s400/IMG_6228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397818821766220994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyW03LmycjuoH0_Lw5e5nJrY8WAy_Puf8Cz77qTKn3EQypsQ4fJym2mQnlbdsoUhT5JMWaxQlvaVLgFjQlBbZP7GsTEFhTDYArT2jXgJ_5M_3xHnZp6Qr-FgvBG7u5qCrhyALKjW2zVFY/s1600-h/IMG_6225.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyW03LmycjuoH0_Lw5e5nJrY8WAy_Puf8Cz77qTKn3EQypsQ4fJym2mQnlbdsoUhT5JMWaxQlvaVLgFjQlBbZP7GsTEFhTDYArT2jXgJ_5M_3xHnZp6Qr-FgvBG7u5qCrhyALKjW2zVFY/s400/IMG_6225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397818813855219522" /></a><br /><br />It was supposed to be a lovely walk by the Nara river north of Hachioji with our recently arrived dog. Unfortunately, the 20 year old book, "Day Walks Near Tokyo" missed 20 years of changing river patterns and human habits. The path we were supposed to find petered out amidst thick growth rife with thorny plants and large spider webs. <br /><br />Not all was lost. Sandy didn't mind the thorns a bit, and we found a nice rock outcrop near the river to enjoy our bento boxes. While sitting there, we could watch all the people who were--20 years after the book was published--making paths on the other side of the river for their picnics and fishing.<br /><br />Finding a ice cream shop on the way home put a sweet spin on the whole outing.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-20890828371730273562009-10-28T17:14:00.000-07:002009-10-28T17:43:58.779-07:00Green in small spacesWhile there is lots of concrete around, what I have discovered is that the Japanese bring nature to life in small spaces. Here are just a few examples of green space created around people's entryways, usually using potted plants.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioA6sTdm6RVDNLWkyd0KAes46l7WwNfphFwwVEUS6hto06XF34lNNb8yuecrxBnmnncmkRP0LBodpv66ZZQ4QVjmuTKff1r0uTa-b2UCV3EF8K9AkR9KZJCwxhWQESF_1CMfB4leFMLYU/s1600-h/IMG_0146.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioA6sTdm6RVDNLWkyd0KAes46l7WwNfphFwwVEUS6hto06XF34lNNb8yuecrxBnmnncmkRP0LBodpv66ZZQ4QVjmuTKff1r0uTa-b2UCV3EF8K9AkR9KZJCwxhWQESF_1CMfB4leFMLYU/s400/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397815925857533202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccSi6R7KY-uXbpFdg1gRnbbDO9SvjyoRr8LW5l4oW5eMlBC87RG7JIVl17xly0l2-G4RsOn61vwo6RcHR-QvseBnJ5YXXRJsox2oKLf0JEwk0ycVSb5IrJ_dqyOL0MOMm5mX4qYdHxAI/s1600-h/IMG_0150.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2d3Nr2Xzd9kIh7j-It7i-ToQYBUlgeSzuUnHM5Ke1XrZ-ztPF9AaimLjivKJk4kFc1Hcaa-Lo5CvdP-YMGZ2H169QTNIgQpYSHNSVrmj8B0RlOAB4NMJj0SIKn4pxNxtvOjqDB5BRuY/s400/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397814705087074850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlZXtAOvr93w1CaXFAxbuoRaO-vxRs5cxYH-ZM5zlI-MpfztiSRJWZgVIi6EQbw2MjvH6tgAf_aT6YXm3WZG5LZ1Tm9-bNydNj4v8hPslm_JEn3nHyye0nZ1oioViogB5j24ituue6lhM/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlZXtAOvr93w1CaXFAxbuoRaO-vxRs5cxYH-ZM5zlI-MpfztiSRJWZgVIi6EQbw2MjvH6tgAf_aT6YXm3WZG5LZ1Tm9-bNydNj4v8hPslm_JEn3nHyye0nZ1oioViogB5j24ituue6lhM/s400/IMG_0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397814699871266802" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-60131625380873007602009-10-09T23:33:00.001-07:002009-10-09T23:46:54.080-07:00The 5 of Japanese cooking<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shashinki.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/dsc01370.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://shashinki.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/dsc01370.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />A japanese meal is supposed to exemplify these fives:<br /><br />* Goshiki (five colors): aka(red); kiiro (yellow); ao (green); kuro (black); shiro (white).<br /><br />* Goho (five methods): niru (simmer); musu (steam); yaku (grill); ageru (fry); tsukuru (create).<br /><br />* Gomi (five flavors): shiokarai (salty); suppai (sour); amai (sweet); Nigai (bitter); karai (spicy).<br /><br />* Gokan (five senses): miru (sight); kiku (hearing); kaku (smell); ajiwau (taste); fureru (touch).<br /><br />A bit overwhelming to contemplate as a cook, but there is more::<br /><br />* Gokan no mon — the five viewpoints or outlooks — a Buddhist doctrine referring to the state of mind to be maintained while partaking of the food. The first tenet is to ponder deep gratitude for the people who prepared the meal. Second is to perform deeds and have thoughts worthy of receiving such nourishment. Third is to partake of the food with no ire. Fourth is to realize that eating this food is feeding the soul as well as the body. And finally, the fifth consideration is to be seriously engaged on the road to enlightenment.<br /><br />A little Japanese food for thought.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">See this <a href="http://search.japantimes.co.jp/cgi-bin/fg20020609rl.html">article from the Japan Times</a> for more info</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-33197688244687369432009-09-29T22:12:00.000-07:002009-09-29T22:27:14.677-07:00Difference<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;">Many years ago, I took a course in family therapy. One of my teachers kept say<i>in</i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;">g:</span> information lies in difference.</span></i> What she meant is that you find out about yourself by discovering that others are different.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;">In that spirit, our lives here are full of such differences, from small to large, so I anticipate a bunch of posts which simply show difference.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><br /></span><div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;">Such as how red peppers and lemons are usually wrapped at the grocery store</span>:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIfuXXgS3bzZQIhD139s7ba99WUDrZFkQDwUwgAjKZ7l4pIhgqqoia-ImKcrKY2VbRLI3ACevbR2oLlzOPz_51ZwJgxEfoAjkl-zkuhoNki2KhFep0llfRCjNj6XBRp92Va77CjhWe9WE/s1600-h/IMG_6083.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIfuXXgS3bzZQIhD139s7ba99WUDrZFkQDwUwgAjKZ7l4pIhgqqoia-ImKcrKY2VbRLI3ACevbR2oLlzOPz_51ZwJgxEfoAjkl-zkuhoNki2KhFep0llfRCjNj6XBRp92Va77CjhWe9WE/s320/IMG_6083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387125600821879522" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;">or the styrofoam netting that cushions delicate fruit:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXEYTD5qVHUuwJweVESPo6Jo3fnCnNfCiuqGBwAkSTTtQsDKlT6rSMmdwEuZaVUml6J8qubXcJ2hWpyIKft_WIlJ0bTws4GI-70yLYMR8h380JjdpcVOc7ONG_yC8Jlc1Lq80gE2ckdo/s320/IMG_6085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387126087171260402" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;">if these peaches look big, they are. Peaches tend to run about 25 to 50% bigger over here.</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-38554319268760684752009-09-24T03:08:00.001-07:002009-09-29T22:10:18.628-07:00Presiding Bishop of ECUSA visits Tokyo<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">A talk by the Right Reverend Bishop Katherine Jefferts Schori in Tokyo on September 23rd, 2009:<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_f0RLj5YqlZ-uaV4f0j1xmAWsu7ncizU6_3Ck2hKVBg7PcROfBxs9OX_wv0d2pJ58vnpulpjSSAWCOjgyPeTchH00jYbGRRo4Ug5ieIrT0eqk8bE-1VJUWxkbQSGKkOvUW9ONpE3hdeI/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384974034372606370" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> From Right to left, Rev. Iijima, the president of the National Christian Coucil of Japan, </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Rev. Koshi-ishi, moderator of the National Christian Counsel of Japan</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, The Right Reverend Katherine Jefferts Schori,Presiding Bishop of ECUSA, a woman whose name I did not catch, and </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Peter Ng, partnership officer for Asia and the Pacific in the Episcopal Church's Office of Anglican and Global Relations (AGR)</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Rt. Rev. Schori </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> participated in the celebration of the 150th Anniversary of the Anglican Church in</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Japan (Nippon Sei Ko Kai). </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To me, most interesting was the questions that the Japanese church brought to one represents the church in America: questions about peace making in Asia and the Middle East, the role of the church as advocate for such issues in US policy, and the presence of the US military in Japan.</span><br /></span></span></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-87398317260633642372009-09-24T02:45:00.000-07:002009-09-24T03:04:57.615-07:00A dish lover's findThere are many amazing things to find along the "kitchen" street, Kappabashi Dori. This last time there we discovered a store that smelled like my grandmother's attic, and was packed floor to ceiling with china and pottery. Greg nicknamed it the "Crazy Man's China Emporium," cause you almost had to be crazy to get through the aisles and it was certainly packed with China. Listen for the sound of my foot hitting a pile of dishes in this clip.<div><br /></div><div>We bought some bowls and plates.</div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyIPKq2uH9gwVgAXOSFScQCukN3-t6pkhtCRLkmPStL1DGUe-8RWo3-Ch9tfwH_LcKXElgfIOUIkEucKUbIMw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-36615549320436990962009-09-21T03:31:00.000-07:002009-09-21T04:23:34.588-07:00Amazon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTHOlgS-D3Dq7qoTu-3VWDMKJaWOUEcT9QyB7j5WpDZ8SDQhfEwZKUCqy_xOO-mgbDpAnRnzFTxgpEEMoYBafMW0b9oZvHWL8g_PSJdbSwROEwtdoH1Pq-JclDxTR32i3erHBi_YKj3K8/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTHOlgS-D3Dq7qoTu-3VWDMKJaWOUEcT9QyB7j5WpDZ8SDQhfEwZKUCqy_xOO-mgbDpAnRnzFTxgpEEMoYBafMW0b9oZvHWL8g_PSJdbSwROEwtdoH1Pq-JclDxTR32i3erHBi_YKj3K8/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383874760820059330" /></a><br />Setting up my Amazon.jp account today. <div><br /></div><div>The books are more expensive. Richard Russo's "Bridge of Sighs?" $10.17 on Amazon, ¥2616 ($28) on Amazon.jp. Still, its cheaper than sending stuff from the US.</div><div><br /></div><div>You can buy <a href="http://www.amazon.co.jp/%E3%81%8A%E9%85%92-%E3%82%AB%E3%83%86%E3%82%B4%E3%83%AA%E3%83%BC%E5%88%A5/b/ref=sa_menu_c2h65?ie=UTF8&node=71588051">alcohol</a> at the Amazon.jp.</div><div><br /></div><div>Once you get out of the English language books on Amazon.jp, they really don't expect to serve the english speaking community. But its fun to click around anyway.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-90837974910996383322009-09-18T01:26:00.000-07:002009-09-19T14:36:21.047-07:00Italian food<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYjG-xOKjEcKD1S7iH5I5i24_bBPhrVStdsFDFWNMYB_Jd-JWssj-0ECpfVOMamvYKHjxBa2WQSx-M7gFXLDZ8PwcVUGDAgnEXYzIcwyK0b-29JYJ6VVgGCAPLnZmhhE9gxG1QoxF9FFk/s1600-h/obika.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYjG-xOKjEcKD1S7iH5I5i24_bBPhrVStdsFDFWNMYB_Jd-JWssj-0ECpfVOMamvYKHjxBa2WQSx-M7gFXLDZ8PwcVUGDAgnEXYzIcwyK0b-29JYJ6VVgGCAPLnZmhhE9gxG1QoxF9FFk/s200/obika.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382723717844102290" /></a><br />Yesterday I went to a PTA coffee where I two women who invited me to join them for lunch. Rita is Italian. She has moved every 2 years in her adult life, and has lived in Paris, Rome, Milan, New Jersey among other places. Mariko was raised in Kyoto and sent to California as a teenager to go to an American boarding school. She married a Navy officer who is working at the embassy. They have lived in Japan twice and a number of years in Fairfax county Virginia. Clearly, the three of us have a lot of moves between us.<div><br /></div><div>Rita suggested an Italian restaurant. Once there, Rita carefully surveyed the menu and then suggested what we should order. We started with a sampler of Mozzarella--three kinds. It was about he freshest mozzarella I've had outside of the North End of Boston. Yummy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Still, something amusing about the fact Rita told Mariko what to order, so she could translate it to Japanese for the waiter. The wait staff would deliver the meal and tell us, in Japanese, how to eat the food that is Rita's native fare. </div><div><br /></div><div>Mariko said she would take us to a traditional Japanese restaurant for lunch next time. I offered to do my part too: MacDonald's and then follow up with a Starbucks.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-52053146984073550142009-09-18T01:23:00.000-07:002009-09-18T01:26:08.406-07:00PlantingsI don't think I've ever seen this extremely purple plant before. The other thing to note here is how even tiny spaces are used for plantings. This is a very narrow walkway next to a train track. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7KC7L-AiPeoxNQfmUGnAU7HhrenMSKK10cw7zF4ZGkCXMRIJDyX2lSW32GBppDUJ2nnCcz4hSuA3ejGg78UPtamzldbkO1x24sa7CK41lTMWzTgokXtOBL7Yr9ff3RvYdhQk4-m87H0/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7KC7L-AiPeoxNQfmUGnAU7HhrenMSKK10cw7zF4ZGkCXMRIJDyX2lSW32GBppDUJ2nnCcz4hSuA3ejGg78UPtamzldbkO1x24sa7CK41lTMWzTgokXtOBL7Yr9ff3RvYdhQk4-m87H0/s400/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382720350948680514" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-46456899421002528482009-09-17T04:45:00.000-07:002009-09-18T01:23:12.567-07:00Making Church Connections<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKROBBr79xPVi7g3FbZ9E18Y2K1aWM0Lrg4WNEP2BJ4TJ7BNEcp0mV5G4so13e9FAWi6Tap897zw6iGSh5kLrl4nxT84a7QhkheUCYuZl8scWrhGjYEtjjD_cq0UY97_plzOKHnNg_jBA/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKROBBr79xPVi7g3FbZ9E18Y2K1aWM0Lrg4WNEP2BJ4TJ7BNEcp0mV5G4so13e9FAWi6Tap897zw6iGSh5kLrl4nxT84a7QhkheUCYuZl8scWrhGjYEtjjD_cq0UY97_plzOKHnNg_jBA/s200/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382719573075064498" /></a><br />Yesterday I visited the "God box" of Japan (reference is the building in New York City that has housed church and church related organizations, nicknamed the God box). Our UCC missionary, Jeffrey Mensendiek, was kind enough to meet me in Tokyo and take me to lunch and then to the National Christian Council in Japan (NCCJ). <div><br /></div><div>The most charming thing is how church related offices look the same here. Namely, there stacks of paper everywhere. Boxes of paper, stacks of newsletters, piles of paper. It warmed my heart and made me feel quite at home.</div><div><br /></div><div>One of the concerns of the NCCJ is Article 9 of the Japanese Peace Constitution. See this <a href="http://www.article-9.org/en/resources/wright.html">document</a>. You may be hearing more about this.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-29447919724511207322009-09-08T06:31:00.000-07:002009-09-08T07:05:42.874-07:00Learning the Alphabets<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.saiga-jp.com/img/character/japanese_language/hiragana_katakana_list.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 670px; height: 655px;" src="http://www.saiga-jp.com/img/character/japanese_language/hiragana_katakana_list.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />So the first thing to notice is that I said <i>alphabets</i>. Plural. There are 4 that are used. Kanji--those characters borrowed from the Chinese (most of them have two possible readings--I won't go into that now). Then there is the Hiragana, the letters used to represent Japanese syllables. Next, the Katakana, a another syllabary system that the Japanese use to represent words borrowed from other languages. Then there are the occasional uses of Latin Alphabet and numerals. Writing in Japanese uses all four of these mixed together.<div><br /></div><div> (This borrowed from Wikipedia:) <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Here is an example of a newspaper headline (from the </span><i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asahi_Shimbun" title="Asahi Shimbun" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Asahi Shimbun</span></a></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> on </span><span class="mw-formatted-date" title="2004-04-19"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/April_19" title="April 19" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">19 April</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004" title="2004" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">2004</span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">) that uses all four scripts: (</span><span style="color:red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">kanji (red)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, </span><span style="color:blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">hiragana (blue)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, </span><span style="color:green;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">katakana (green)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, and Latin Alphabet and Arabic numerals (black)):</span></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "><dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "><span lang="ja"><span style="color:green;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ラドクリフ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">、</span><span style="color:green;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">マラソン</span></span><span style="color:red;"><span lang="ja"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">五輪代表</span></span></span><span style="color:blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">に</span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">1</span></span><span style="color:red;"><span lang="ja"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">万</span></span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">m</span></span><span style="color:red;"><span lang="ja"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">出場</span></span></span><span style="color:blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">にも</span></span><span style="color:red;"><span lang="ja"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">含</span></span></span><span style="color:blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">み</span></span></span></dd></dl></span><div><br /></div><div>Finally, there is the Romaji--that is japanese words written with Roman characters. Its transliteration, in effect. At least I don't have to learn this alphabet. But the Japanese don't tend to use Romaji for anything of import. You really only find it in the guidebooks or texts that are trying to teach English speakers how to <i>speak</i> Japanese.<div><br /></div><div>Andrew's Japanese teacher mentioned that you have to learn 94 new characters to master Hiragana and Katakana. That is my goal. That is what they will teach Andrew by January this year.</div><div><br /></div><div>The average high school graduate would know about 2000 Kanji. I'll be happy if I learn about 50.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wish us luck!</div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-91202809702257355642009-09-02T02:49:00.000-07:002009-09-02T02:59:45.697-07:00Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7o2dBj1dBxFIfW0oixUqhDJxdagYleQSctn9d23UthXWWHukhyphenhyphenZtXyJuUwwDFwut8CNnmfu5Z8Kmmd8A_uycgNx_dLwq1-mc0cCZiuq1f6D65fuCR2X0jT8oGhAbdXhT64twagEqyQH0/s1600-h/6382_1105979532905_1329296806_30262270_8304913_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7o2dBj1dBxFIfW0oixUqhDJxdagYleQSctn9d23UthXWWHukhyphenhyphenZtXyJuUwwDFwut8CNnmfu5Z8Kmmd8A_uycgNx_dLwq1-mc0cCZiuq1f6D65fuCR2X0jT8oGhAbdXhT64twagEqyQH0/s200/6382_1105979532905_1329296806_30262270_8304913_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376807439848364370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRSYX1jGGQ41fxFjWiw5sPJKxh5C34392bMFvaVuGiuNUYIxchcXQ37pQu8MegHvS7jWLkqipyXhnmEJvLUkS7vzpax-MmJj6Jk8o6MoiB9GpBWj-8jR6flYkEDYbpvVRAdn0UjdNc6A/s1600-h/6382_1105979492904_1329296806_30262269_4468315_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRSYX1jGGQ41fxFjWiw5sPJKxh5C34392bMFvaVuGiuNUYIxchcXQ37pQu8MegHvS7jWLkqipyXhnmEJvLUkS7vzpax-MmJj6Jk8o6MoiB9GpBWj-8jR6flYkEDYbpvVRAdn0UjdNc6A/s200/6382_1105979492904_1329296806_30262269_4468315_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376806150267104386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgStmYw15J2um5Uv0F3qp8hOpqVtOy-9WAbi2v2gaIqQD9GejQjOb4mWZ3sdSAUUBjnKrAZ2lRl9FkSJEsiKgOdFTgFhEZa-HNtSORfDHr_vCdmSR0PSh8QgW3rzHDPQFjO9a87Niwy83U/s1600-h/6382_1105979572906_1329296806_30262271_491163_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgStmYw15J2um5Uv0F3qp8hOpqVtOy-9WAbi2v2gaIqQD9GejQjOb4mWZ3sdSAUUBjnKrAZ2lRl9FkSJEsiKgOdFTgFhEZa-HNtSORfDHr_vCdmSR0PSh8QgW3rzHDPQFjO9a87Niwy83U/s200/6382_1105979572906_1329296806_30262271_491163_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376805999355731474" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I swear I picked the color of this chaise completely independently of the color of the blog. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Come and visit. We'll take your picture in the chaise too!</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0S4wheECs0W2AX3f8RnkDTiAf1NKUVNjJNmv3Bt7Dk9wLs9qcWNktTY_aVVh59N2iKqlAdFrh1XAn1P5vXGYg7QifdUfVittQFvMhTBFSNV98-2IcFa5VbA3qWRRqXLgLKQl94eV-2CY/s1600-h/6382_1105979532905_1329296806_30262270_8304913_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><br /></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:'lucida grande', fantasy;color:#663366;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-66440351761118704162009-09-01T03:45:00.000-07:002009-09-01T04:06:34.272-07:00Trees<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnGX4beXajC72HXM6NXp-QO4f-VUiG4E14pt5c3mibZN1oIWqxfR0FtxQaTu4F1F3dyIlIom2W-C8xpkrPqT45pE1jrJAQxBHXXU6L6IjRl05AaX5cBCzzR0rt1nK9zklDcgiVOwRBATM/s1600-h/IMG_6031.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnGX4beXajC72HXM6NXp-QO4f-VUiG4E14pt5c3mibZN1oIWqxfR0FtxQaTu4F1F3dyIlIom2W-C8xpkrPqT45pE1jrJAQxBHXXU6L6IjRl05AaX5cBCzzR0rt1nK9zklDcgiVOwRBATM/s400/IMG_6031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376453359023085874" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Compared to East Coast US cities, Tokyo is not very tree-d. In fact, it is a concrete jungle. But every now and then you happen upon small spaces that are beautifully landscaped. This one is just off the famous and congested teen shopping street, Harajuku. It is next to the Admiral Tōgō Heihachiro shrine, also a beautiful place.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-49071580163850693752009-08-31T16:58:00.001-07:002009-08-31T17:00:09.883-07:00Why I feel at home in Japan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm6_KSNHX6ySGcI0VFy-m1EuZY3iJbCKSPzTRwsqNX06M6Z5AC-A8MKnaqXDuduTX0UmeMAC8KCdPRDa4_8iesWrpOPwKRbm8r9apdtwO1bpsOrNp3jjh15Nen_8dWTBEzBiI-KKwRpao/s1600-h/IMG_6008.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm6_KSNHX6ySGcI0VFy-m1EuZY3iJbCKSPzTRwsqNX06M6Z5AC-A8MKnaqXDuduTX0UmeMAC8KCdPRDa4_8iesWrpOPwKRbm8r9apdtwO1bpsOrNp3jjh15Nen_8dWTBEzBiI-KKwRpao/s320/IMG_6008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376281887402400434" /></a><br />Check this out:<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>...it is my morning cup!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-77857235699002498512009-08-29T14:05:00.001-07:002009-08-29T14:08:39.641-07:00It really is true...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/120/314600165_69fc7a2a5a.jpg?v=0" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/120/314600165_69fc7a2a5a.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a>....sushi in Japan really is a noticeably different thing. It looks the same. But it just tastes fresher. What you are supposed to order is not your 5 favorites, but the specials--fresh seafood. Unfortunately for us, listed in Japanese, but we did get two "specials" eel and something called sourel. Even the shaved ginger is more tender.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-7313754631389192232009-08-27T02:01:00.000-07:002009-08-27T02:08:48.567-07:00Eating healthily here in Japan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v93/lchen/j-pyramid.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 415px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v93/lchen/j-pyramid.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-52008783255915229702009-08-27T01:24:00.000-07:002009-08-27T02:01:41.735-07:00The Daily BreadThis first week in Tokyo has provided countless experiences of difference from our usual lives. <div><br /></div><div>Lets just focus on this one: dinner. </div><div><br /></div><div>By the time I got here, Greg had scouted out two stores. Both of them are about the square footage of the produce section in one of our Connecticut stores. Everything is packaged in tiny portions. E.g. 5 stalks of asparagus packaged together. Chicken comes in packaged in individual breast or packages of two. No more. </div><div><br /></div><div>Many things on the shelves are unrecognizable. The cuisine here is simply so different. Duh. The experience of this is not so much cognitive as it is physical. Providing for lowest level of Maslow's needs takes a surprising amount of energy and ingenuity.</div><div><br /></div><div>We walk to the market and back. The closet one is about a 7 minute walk, the cheapest about a 15 minute walk. We have to limit ourselves to shopping for daily needs. Every day about 3 pm, I go to the store and wander through until I come up with an idea of what to cook. </div><div><br /></div><div>Simple chicken, rice and steamed broccoli is always an option. A good thing, as that was a staple meal for us at home. Noodles of some kind stir fried with vegetables and perhaps a small piece of meat is also an easy option. Fortunately both of these were fairly staple meals for us at home. But I don't think I'll be making any Mac and cheese or quesadilla anytime soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight I took on spaghetti and meatballs. First the tomatoes: In the US you get about a 1/4 of a aisle of canned tomato. And cans of all sizes. I worked hard to find a small can, and there was but one choice. The ground beef came in packages of about 1/3 lbs. I did not find bread crumbs, so I toasted some bread and then chopped it small. Luckily noodles is something they get here, provided they are long and thin. No farfalle or penne, but plenty of spaghetti!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-24774058290701459602009-08-08T13:40:00.001-07:002009-08-08T13:43:13.695-07:00VIsa ApplicationI am biting my nails. I sent our visa applications by express mail (required) to the Consulate General of Japan in NY City. I had to send the passports too. They made me sign a waiver saying that they are not responsible if they loose our passports. WHAT!?!?!! <div><br /></div><div>I sure hope they show up in time for us to leave!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-28993790854568173842009-07-31T15:02:00.000-07:002009-07-31T15:08:58.734-07:00Japanese LessonsThe Japanese language seems to have a lot of words which are double phonics:<div><br /></div><div>ie:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>nana: seven</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>chichi: daddy</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>mimi: ear</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>momo: thigh</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>kuku: multiplication tables</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>jiji: events of the day</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span>Perhaps when I get to Japan, I'll try to write a haiku using as many of these words as possible.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388605476343899434.post-73756221058294790242009-07-20T11:48:00.000-07:002009-07-20T12:12:40.937-07:00The Round Earth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirseuXNuPjEnYDAOXcEsHl-EIY6Bjvzqpkr-mxp5nto9Z9o1OG1v4_wjLvsF-lmE3HF4pp3kddP1W7q4wC6kc6sNOFWCjEHlPNkLGD_oTnnR95Eyc2gpZf8M8YP13lVbBM-V4v3RDSf1g/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 85px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirseuXNuPjEnYDAOXcEsHl-EIY6Bjvzqpkr-mxp5nto9Z9o1OG1v4_wjLvsF-lmE3HF4pp3kddP1W7q4wC6kc6sNOFWCjEHlPNkLGD_oTnnR95Eyc2gpZf8M8YP13lVbBM-V4v3RDSf1g/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360621152408708674" /></a><br />I have been contemplating the round earth. Never before have I flown as far as I will be flying to get to Tokyo. Prague was some 4,000 miles, Honolulu was 4,973. I will be flying 6760 miles to get to Tokyo. <div><br /><div>The maps of my life have influenced my thinking here. I am used to maps that show North America on the left and Europe on the right--granted a particular and parochial view. I get how you fly from one side of the flat map to the other. </div><div><br /></div><div>So rarely have I seen maps showing Asia on the left and North America on the right. I will fly off my mental map on the left side, and then reappear on the right side. </div><div><br /></div><div>Or, if I imagine a globe, I will be flying all the way around and over to the other side of the world.</div><div><br /></div><div>There is no way to imagine a straight line. The plane must follow the curve of the world. Unless I am to fly into space, I will round the earth to end up where gravity's pull is almost 180 degrees from its pull where I stand today.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is a big world. It is a small world. It is a round world. </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0