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The Last Supper

Cannibalism

Murderous Pooh

It seems that poets the world around are encouraging us to better ourselves:

Be not defeated by the rain, Nor let the wind prove your better.
Succumb not to the snows of winter. Nor be bested by the heat of summer.

Be strong in body. Unfettered by desire. Not enticed to anger. Cultivate a quiet joy.
Count yourself last in everything. Put others before you.
Watch well and listen closely. Hold the learned lessons dear.

A thatch-roof house, in a meadow, nestled in a pine grove’s shade.

A handful of rice, some miso, and a few vegetables to suffice for the day.

If, to the East, a child lies sick: Go forth and nurse him to health.
If, to the West, an old lady stands exhausted: Go forth, and relieve her of burden.
If, to the South, a man lies dying: Go forth with words of courage to dispel his fear.
If, to the North, an argument or fight ensues:
Go forth and beg them stop such a waste of effort and of spirit.

In times of drought, shed tears of sympathy.
In summers cold, walk in concern and empathy.

Stand aloof of the unknowing masses:
Better dismissed as useless than flattered as a “Great Man”.

This is my goal, the person I strive to become.

In the meantime, here are a couple from my last months in Japan. The photos of Akihabara were requested by my father who, it seems, has developed quite a fondness for its gadget-strewn back alleys.

Two shining examples stand out thus far — captured on film for posterity:

The Osama Bin Lolly — for want of a better name — seems to be a wonderful example of the marketing techniques of a country which doesn’t quite understand international politics. That attitude which says, ‘if their photo is on the front of a newspaper then they just must be famous’. Somehow the good vs. bad argument just doesn’t enter into it; there just isn’t the comprehension. It is this same attitude which keeps much of Asia thinking that to be British means you must be personally aquainted with David Beckham, the Queen or — god forbid — both.

The second example is more of a multi-directional misunderstanding. Here in China Beijing, the city is gripped in Olympic fever. And by that, what I mean is, it is impossible to go anywhere without seeing the ugly mug of one of those mascots.

The Olympic slogan adopted by China reads “One World, One Dream”. A wonderful sentiment. Until, that is, it is borrowed and tweaked into something bound to upset any freedom-loving American:

Since encountering this, Junko has explained to me how it might not be quite as extreme as it first seems. Apparently, here in China, ‘red’ can mean popular, successful, etc, and might not — in fact — be referring to the ideals of Communism which first spring to mind. Either way, it gave me quite a chuckle.

Apologies to any readership located in China. Wikipedia links will be unaccessible as, for some reason, the government feels the need to block this wonderful resource…

Update: Mouse has pointed out an alternative take on the Olympic mascots.

As ever, I’ve uploaded a small collection of photos to the usual places:

• .Mac Gallery (Fast Computers)
• Flickr (Slow Computers)

Odawara Castle itself is a modern reproduction and hosts a small museum of Japanese artifacts. One particular display brought back a childhood fascination with pocket sundials, instilled after seeing a number in the London Science Museum:

Performances ranged from the ridiculous to the sublime; the audience watched a Jackson-esq dance routine set to ‘Smooth Criminal’ followed closely by a performance of traditional Japanese Noh-style drumming.

I snapped a couple of the photos of Dede’s Indonesian group performing a SMAP number and was lucky enough to catch Dede in full swing with her ‘angklung‘:

Nagano is referred to as the Japanese Alps and, with all the intertwined slopes and beautiful scenery, it’s easy to see why.

This year I ventured out with my camera and took a few photos:

• .Mac Gallery (Fast Computers)
• Flickr (Slow Computers)

We came upon a street of innumerable tiny bars, and stopped in one after being harangued by a greeting-lady stood outside. The bar was the size of a large dining table, and could fit around eight people in, squeezed between the counter and the windows. Somehow, this tiny bar managed to provide us with delicious sake-spirit type drinks and the largest amount of raw squid I’ve ever had the pleasure of consuming…

Read the full posting here.

Noh Flyer

As with many such traditional art forms, women are unable to take part in performances so their roles are played by men. In the case of Noh, men wear masks to portray women and extra-ordinary characters. These are reminiscent of Victorian-era porcelain dolls and – coupled with the rather agressive dancing of Noh – would have given me many a nightmare as a child.