I like that the Japanese word for Easter is 'fukkatsusai' 復活祭, literally "revival festival". It really fits with spring, a time when the world is coming back to life. Coming back into bloom.
And, boy! Does Japan bloom! At the tail end of winter, the plum blossoms burst white followed by the deep magenta of the peach trees. The coup de grace, of course, are the cherry blossoms. Iconic, the cherry trees start to bud at the onset of spring weather, explode into a light pink for about a week, then begin to let their petals drift down to the earth like snow. It's said that the Japanese fascination with cherry blossoms stems from their ephemeral nature mirroring the Buddhist theme of impermanence or yadda yadda yadda, whatever, they're beautiful. I don't care who you are, they will move you.
Two weeks ago, I did 'hanami' for the first time. In short, it amounts to you gathering up your best mates, sitting under the cherry trees, and getting sloshed at hours when, really, no one should be drinking. We went to Gongendo Park (which I think I've mentioned before), Satte's #1 tourist attraction. The park is situated at a bend in the Gongendo River. In times long past, the people of Satte built a levy to protect themselves from the often overflowing river. On the top of the levy they planted numerous cherry trees for stability and unintentionally created the main source of revenue for the city their tiny hamlet would become. The park is distinctive for its juxtaposition of the pink cherry blossoms above the fields of yellow rape seed along the riverbank. It's a beauty to behold, and you can see it in the video below. You'll also see me and my friends acting like we'd recently been lobotomized.
On the following Sunday, I agreed to go to an Easter parade put on by Mr. Oogushi's church. I've probably never mentioned this before, but Mr. Oogushi and his family are devoutly Christian. They go to church every Sunday, attend Christian retreats in Canada, the works.
As the parade approached me, marching down the streets of Kasukabe, I was suddenly swept up in it. Urged along down an alley toward the church. As we turned the final corner, I was surprised to see the street lined with food stands and games. It looked just like a Japanese festival! They even had goldfish scooping, which I got to try (another first for me). This really was a 'revival festival'! After having the best pizza I'd had since coming to Japan, I got to speak with some of the foreigners affiliated with the church. A guy from Philly, a guy from California. In the middle of the conversation, I realized something amazing for me: these people weren't trying to convert me!
I could really dig this Japanese-style Christianity. So far, it seemed to me to be a religion based upon the virtues of good food and catching goldfish with a tiny, paper scooper.
A little while later, we got to the main event: a performance of the resurrection story. Not an unusual Easter festivity. But it was in Japanese, and in that respect, it was certainly an unusual experience for me. The footage is below.
Last weekend, I did hanami again with a group of people I'd never met from SIEN. Don't ask me what that stands for. I can't tell you. But I can tell you that they were all very nice Japanese people who wanted to practice English and share a few good drinks.
The event was at Shinjuku-gyoen, right down the street from KCP, the place where I did my study abroad program. Shinjuku-gyoen is a giant park in the middle of Tokyo, tiny in comparison to Central Park, but sizable none the less. To get straight to the point, it was gorgeous. At one point I came upon a tree where the petals were just raining down, spinning in the wind. In Japanese, they call this 'hanafubuki' (lit. 'a snow storm of petals'). I was awed. It's also in the video below, so without further ado, enjoy! Watch in HD to feel LIKE YOU'RE REALLY THERE.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
The Meddlesome Gods #2 - A Contemporary Tale of Bravery
I've had this sitting on my hard drive for a while, just never got around to posting it. So with that, feast your eyes! And any feedback is appreciated.
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A Contemporary Tale of Bravery
K worked at a company in a good position. He had no children, but he had a beautiful wife, and to some extent, he got by with more than he needed. Nothing much changed for him-- he was just an ordinary, middle-aged man.
If you had to cite a change in his life, stopping over in the neighborhood park after leaving the house would be about it. Making a round through the park every morning before his commute became a part of K's daily routine. It somewhat made up for his habit of not getting enough exercise, and besides, it refreshed him.
On that day, however, the park didn't look what you could call "refreshing" and he was on his guard. As K strolled along, a young man sitting on a bench stood up and started to speak to him.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. K?"
"Sure, but who are you? And what do you want?"
"You're not going to like this."
"What the hell are you talking about? Just spit it out."
"It's hard for me to say this, but I'll just tell you flat out. I'm going to kill you."
"What? Are you crazy?"
The young man restrained the shouting K. He briefly pulled out a handgun, and then immediately returned it to his pocket. Then, with it still in his pocket, he pressed it against K's body. "Please, don't raise your voice. This is a new type of silent handgun. If I pull this trigger, the bullet will force the life right out of your body."
This was no joke.
"Are you going to kill me here and now?"
"If you try to escape, then yes. However, I would prefer to wait a little longer."
"What do you mean?"
"If possible, I would like you to return to your home and die there."
"What are you saying?! My wife is home!"
"I have been entrusted with killing you in front of your wife's eyes."
"Who the hell would think up something that cruel?! And without even a reason..."
"Since you're going to die anyway, I might as well tell you. Due to your company halting distribution of its products, a certain company went bankrupt. The manager committed suicide by jumping in front of a train right before his wife's eyes. In other words, it was said that you, the manager, killed him. At that, his widow took an oath of revenge. Taking it upon herself, she saved the money, and so that you should be killed under the same circumstances, she hired me. It's a real contemporary tale of bravery, isn't it? It's seldom that you see a lady so admirable. I even took the job on cheap."
"Well, wait a sec. Something like that may have happened, but that was done under company policy; it's not my responsibility. That's no reason to kill someone! Please, save me!"
"I can't do that. It is my job to follow the policies of a client. Putting it that way is no reason for me NOT to kill you. I can't save you."
"If she has some kind of complaint against me, she could come to me personally."
"However, killing you is not something which should be borne on the hands of of a lady. And so, I was hired as her agent."
"What a bullshit story."
"Complaining to me won't get you anywhere. I'm only an agent, you see? Now, how shall we proceed? Would you prefer to die here, or shall we go to your home?"
K thought for a long while. If he died here, it would be the end no matter what. He didn't want to surprise his wife and get her entangled in this either, but he had to buy himself a little bit of time. In that, he might be able to find a method of escape.
"Let's head towards the house."
"Well then, shall we go together? Please don't think about trying to escape en route or anything of that sort."
Without speaking as much as a word to the young man, K looked for a chance to escape. However, the assassin could see through that as well, and didn't drop his guard even for a moment. K's escape became an impossibility. Again, he tried to talk him out of it, but it was futile. The assassin would say no more.
Returning via the nearly shadowless road through the park, K turned towards his house. With every step, his despair further deepened. Then at last, they arrived in front of his foyer. Putting on his sunglasses, the assassin ordered thus, "Don't ring the doorbell. You have a key, correct? Open the door with that. If you don't comply, then right here..."
Having no other choice, K took out his key and opened the door.
"Now, where's your wife's room?"
K motioned towards his wife's room with the end of his chin. Thinking himself about to be killed, his words wouldn't come. In the end, it was hopeless. His only hope was that, before his death, he would just be able to meet his beloved wife one more time. Although, at the same time, he would have to die.
The assassin, his attention never leaving K, pulled open the door to the room.
When he did so, an unexpected scene, one which K had never considered, unfolded before them. There was a young man in the room who K had never even met. This man, wearing only his underwear, thought to grab the ashtray next to him, aim at the assassin, and let loose a powerful throw. Then, he threw on his clothes in a fluster and jumped out the window.
The assassin, his attention focused solely on K, had no time to sidestep. The ashtray hit him in the face, and his sunglasses shattered. He fell down on the bed, hands covering both eyes.
K, who had been dumbstruck by these unforeseen events, finally returned to his senses. With the nearby power cord, he bound the assassin up. After that, he asked his wife, standing indecorously in the corner of the room, "What was with that man who jumped out the window just now?"
"Uh, that is, he's a salesman."
"Why was there a salesman in here?"
At K's weighty question, she fell to her knees and answered.
"I'm horrible. While you were away, the salesman came into the house, and I was unfaithful. I'm sorry. I'll do anything to make amends! Please try and forgive me!"
Naturally, K forgave this crying, apologizing woman. He bowed down even lower than her.
"Thank you. I don't know what to say. Thanks for cheating on me while I'm away."
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A Contemporary Tale of Bravery
K worked at a company in a good position. He had no children, but he had a beautiful wife, and to some extent, he got by with more than he needed. Nothing much changed for him-- he was just an ordinary, middle-aged man.
If you had to cite a change in his life, stopping over in the neighborhood park after leaving the house would be about it. Making a round through the park every morning before his commute became a part of K's daily routine. It somewhat made up for his habit of not getting enough exercise, and besides, it refreshed him.
On that day, however, the park didn't look what you could call "refreshing" and he was on his guard. As K strolled along, a young man sitting on a bench stood up and started to speak to him.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. K?"
"Sure, but who are you? And what do you want?"
"You're not going to like this."
"What the hell are you talking about? Just spit it out."
"It's hard for me to say this, but I'll just tell you flat out. I'm going to kill you."
"What? Are you crazy?"
The young man restrained the shouting K. He briefly pulled out a handgun, and then immediately returned it to his pocket. Then, with it still in his pocket, he pressed it against K's body. "Please, don't raise your voice. This is a new type of silent handgun. If I pull this trigger, the bullet will force the life right out of your body."
This was no joke.
"Are you going to kill me here and now?"
"If you try to escape, then yes. However, I would prefer to wait a little longer."
"What do you mean?"
"If possible, I would like you to return to your home and die there."
"What are you saying?! My wife is home!"
"I have been entrusted with killing you in front of your wife's eyes."
"Who the hell would think up something that cruel?! And without even a reason..."
"Since you're going to die anyway, I might as well tell you. Due to your company halting distribution of its products, a certain company went bankrupt. The manager committed suicide by jumping in front of a train right before his wife's eyes. In other words, it was said that you, the manager, killed him. At that, his widow took an oath of revenge. Taking it upon herself, she saved the money, and so that you should be killed under the same circumstances, she hired me. It's a real contemporary tale of bravery, isn't it? It's seldom that you see a lady so admirable. I even took the job on cheap."
"Well, wait a sec. Something like that may have happened, but that was done under company policy; it's not my responsibility. That's no reason to kill someone! Please, save me!"
"I can't do that. It is my job to follow the policies of a client. Putting it that way is no reason for me NOT to kill you. I can't save you."
"If she has some kind of complaint against me, she could come to me personally."
"However, killing you is not something which should be borne on the hands of of a lady. And so, I was hired as her agent."
"What a bullshit story."
"Complaining to me won't get you anywhere. I'm only an agent, you see? Now, how shall we proceed? Would you prefer to die here, or shall we go to your home?"
K thought for a long while. If he died here, it would be the end no matter what. He didn't want to surprise his wife and get her entangled in this either, but he had to buy himself a little bit of time. In that, he might be able to find a method of escape.
"Let's head towards the house."
"Well then, shall we go together? Please don't think about trying to escape en route or anything of that sort."
Without speaking as much as a word to the young man, K looked for a chance to escape. However, the assassin could see through that as well, and didn't drop his guard even for a moment. K's escape became an impossibility. Again, he tried to talk him out of it, but it was futile. The assassin would say no more.
Returning via the nearly shadowless road through the park, K turned towards his house. With every step, his despair further deepened. Then at last, they arrived in front of his foyer. Putting on his sunglasses, the assassin ordered thus, "Don't ring the doorbell. You have a key, correct? Open the door with that. If you don't comply, then right here..."
Having no other choice, K took out his key and opened the door.
"Now, where's your wife's room?"
K motioned towards his wife's room with the end of his chin. Thinking himself about to be killed, his words wouldn't come. In the end, it was hopeless. His only hope was that, before his death, he would just be able to meet his beloved wife one more time. Although, at the same time, he would have to die.
The assassin, his attention never leaving K, pulled open the door to the room.
When he did so, an unexpected scene, one which K had never considered, unfolded before them. There was a young man in the room who K had never even met. This man, wearing only his underwear, thought to grab the ashtray next to him, aim at the assassin, and let loose a powerful throw. Then, he threw on his clothes in a fluster and jumped out the window.
The assassin, his attention focused solely on K, had no time to sidestep. The ashtray hit him in the face, and his sunglasses shattered. He fell down on the bed, hands covering both eyes.
K, who had been dumbstruck by these unforeseen events, finally returned to his senses. With the nearby power cord, he bound the assassin up. After that, he asked his wife, standing indecorously in the corner of the room, "What was with that man who jumped out the window just now?"
"Uh, that is, he's a salesman."
"Why was there a salesman in here?"
At K's weighty question, she fell to her knees and answered.
"I'm horrible. While you were away, the salesman came into the house, and I was unfaithful. I'm sorry. I'll do anything to make amends! Please try and forgive me!"
Naturally, K forgave this crying, apologizing woman. He bowed down even lower than her.
"Thank you. I don't know what to say. Thanks for cheating on me while I'm away."
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Love's Uneven Remainder
I've been here roughly 7 months now.
I feel like I've had a lifetime of experiences and yet, somehow it feels like I've only just arrived.
Around the end of January, my friend Akiko and I had a combined birthday party with all our friends. The first order of business that day was ice skating. You may not know this, but I can't roller skate or roller blade despite my best attempts to succeed. I thought my prospects for ice skating were pretty grim. But hey, I had to at least give it a shot, right? I got out on that ice and sort of barely puttered around for the first hour and a half, but by the end of the afternoon, I had become fairly proficient at drifting around the rink. Look, Ma! No hands!
Then we went to a burger place I'd never been to called Oatman's, a little ways off from the rink. Delicious food, delicious conversation--and in a very surprising move, my friends paid for me! Up to this point in the day, I already felt like I'd met the challenge of skating head on and succeeded with a modicum of success, so having my meal paid for pretty much sent me into a coma of content. Amid the laughs and the tempest of good will, I could really feel something there. The feeling that I knew these people. I'd grown to know them. There was real human connection there. Something that I feel college robbed me of at some point. I'm learning what people are really for again.
After that, we moved the party to karaoke, had a blast, and then all went home. Well, most went home. I stayed out all night in Tokyo, but that's a story for another day.
The next weekend, I went with some of those same friends on a trip to Hokkaido. The results can be seen in the previous post below. I think the images really speak for themselves. There were a few things left out: an unplanned trip to a greenhouse, tons of snow falling, seeing my friend Marc again, making a snow angel, etc.
Then, the following weekend, I went skiing with Akiko in Nasu, Tochigi prefecture. This was a first as well, and a deal more frightening than learning to ice skate. With skiing, you put your planks down on the snow, and you're off. Whoosh! Did I fall a lot? Oh, hell yes. I was quite sore the next day. B-U-T! Once again, I did it. By the end, I was whooshing along with the best of them... on the beginner slope. Still, I felt like a million yen (or 10,000 dollars which is a respectable sum no matter how you look at it).
Akiko's friend Yuki drove us, and on the way back, as we slowly proceeded down the mountain with our chain-covered tires, we slid across the road, stopping just short of hitting a wall and falling into a ravine. I felt strangely calm at the time. I screamed instinctively, sure, but I couldn't really comprehend that I was seconds away from a serious accident. We were all shaken, but unharmed.
The next day was Valentine's Day. A very special day deserving of a very special experience. Plus, my ass hurt like it had never hurt before, so I suggested to my friend James that we go to a hot spring over in his town, Washinomiya. About 7 dollars for 3 hours of sulfur-suffused bliss.
Yesterday, I went with Marisa to see an exhibit at the National Museum on Dogu, mysterious clay figures from the Jomon period (14,000 BC to 400 BC). It's not generally understood what the purpose of dogu were, but there are several theories. Wiki it if you're interested.
After that, I bought new shoes, we had sakura flavored steamers at Starbucks, met Devin for dinner, and and and you get the idea.
Here's the bottom line: I'm having the best time I've ever had. Overall, I'm happier than I've ever been. Life seems vaster, more full of potential, and people just seem more important than ever before for me. To meet, to change, to grow. There's so much to do and life is just about perfect.
Just about.
There's a serious problem, a missing piece of the puzzle that prevents me from being complete here. I think you probably understand, dear reader. It's the puzzle that no one's ever solved.
l-o-n-g-i-n-g
I feel like I've had a lifetime of experiences and yet, somehow it feels like I've only just arrived.
Around the end of January, my friend Akiko and I had a combined birthday party with all our friends. The first order of business that day was ice skating. You may not know this, but I can't roller skate or roller blade despite my best attempts to succeed. I thought my prospects for ice skating were pretty grim. But hey, I had to at least give it a shot, right? I got out on that ice and sort of barely puttered around for the first hour and a half, but by the end of the afternoon, I had become fairly proficient at drifting around the rink. Look, Ma! No hands!
Then we went to a burger place I'd never been to called Oatman's, a little ways off from the rink. Delicious food, delicious conversation--and in a very surprising move, my friends paid for me! Up to this point in the day, I already felt like I'd met the challenge of skating head on and succeeded with a modicum of success, so having my meal paid for pretty much sent me into a coma of content. Amid the laughs and the tempest of good will, I could really feel something there. The feeling that I knew these people. I'd grown to know them. There was real human connection there. Something that I feel college robbed me of at some point. I'm learning what people are really for again.
After that, we moved the party to karaoke, had a blast, and then all went home. Well, most went home. I stayed out all night in Tokyo, but that's a story for another day.
The next weekend, I went with some of those same friends on a trip to Hokkaido. The results can be seen in the previous post below. I think the images really speak for themselves. There were a few things left out: an unplanned trip to a greenhouse, tons of snow falling, seeing my friend Marc again, making a snow angel, etc.
Then, the following weekend, I went skiing with Akiko in Nasu, Tochigi prefecture. This was a first as well, and a deal more frightening than learning to ice skate. With skiing, you put your planks down on the snow, and you're off. Whoosh! Did I fall a lot? Oh, hell yes. I was quite sore the next day. B-U-T! Once again, I did it. By the end, I was whooshing along with the best of them... on the beginner slope. Still, I felt like a million yen (or 10,000 dollars which is a respectable sum no matter how you look at it).
Akiko's friend Yuki drove us, and on the way back, as we slowly proceeded down the mountain with our chain-covered tires, we slid across the road, stopping just short of hitting a wall and falling into a ravine. I felt strangely calm at the time. I screamed instinctively, sure, but I couldn't really comprehend that I was seconds away from a serious accident. We were all shaken, but unharmed.
The next day was Valentine's Day. A very special day deserving of a very special experience. Plus, my ass hurt like it had never hurt before, so I suggested to my friend James that we go to a hot spring over in his town, Washinomiya. About 7 dollars for 3 hours of sulfur-suffused bliss.
Yesterday, I went with Marisa to see an exhibit at the National Museum on Dogu, mysterious clay figures from the Jomon period (14,000 BC to 400 BC). It's not generally understood what the purpose of dogu were, but there are several theories. Wiki it if you're interested.
After that, I bought new shoes, we had sakura flavored steamers at Starbucks, met Devin for dinner, and and and you get the idea.
Here's the bottom line: I'm having the best time I've ever had. Overall, I'm happier than I've ever been. Life seems vaster, more full of potential, and people just seem more important than ever before for me. To meet, to change, to grow. There's so much to do and life is just about perfect.
Just about.
There's a serious problem, a missing piece of the puzzle that prevents me from being complete here. I think you probably understand, dear reader. It's the puzzle that no one's ever solved.
l-o-n-g-i-n-g
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
The Meddlesome Gods #1 - The Grinning God
So I thought I'd translate a book of short stories that I'm reading. They're by Shinichi Hoshi, a pioneer in the field of what's called "the short-short story". It's only 4 pages long. I might do another one from the book later. Enjoy!
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The Grinning God
Once upon a time, there existed a small village somewhere. The lives of the villagers were uneventful. To one and all, it was neither good, nor bad.
And so, in the village there lived a man. "No matter what I do, I'll never be rich", he said as he passed the time. However, this wasn't because he was lazy. In short, he had a half-hopeful, half-resigned frame of mind. No different from anyone else, everyday he simply continued his work in the fields.
However, one day, as the man casually struck the riverbank with his hoe, he met a strange resistance. Seized by curiosity, he dug it out and washed it, only to find a small, wooden figure. As he stared at it, he mumbled to himself, "What's this boring thing? No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like it'll sell well. Maybe I'll just use it as kindling. Even so, it does have a bizarre face."
The figure looked as if it were grinning. Had it been an austere or a virtuous face, it might have made for a better story and he might have been able to sell it. But with that innocent, joyful face, it was hopeless.
Just then, a voice spoke from somewhere.
"How impertinent. Saying that you're going to make me into kindling, and that I have a bizarre face..."
The man blinked and then looked around him. There wasn't a soul around. From the content of the remark, it seemed to be referring to him. Moving his eyes to the statue in his hand, the voice spoke again.
"Yup. That's me speaking."
"I'm shocked. That a wooden carving like this spoke...."
"You could say that I'm just taking shelter in this figure, that this figure is an my incarnation. In other words, I am the figure, and the figure is me."
"I don't really understand that, but I do understand that you seem to be a figure. Still, what in the world are you?"
"I'm a god."
The man replied with suspicion, "Sure, it's convenient for you to assert that you're a god given the situation, but a wooden carving like this..."
"What a fool. If I was an ordinary wooden carving, and if I'd been buried in the dirt for such a long time, wouldn't I have rotted? Try putting me on the fire. I'll never burn. Proof that I'm a god."
If you put it that way, it might be true. Just as the man nodded in agreement, his lifelong wish came to mind. Maybe it could be granted. Even if it's a hopeless endeavor, I'll be none the worse for it. There's value in trying.
The man took the figure home and enshrined it in his home's alcove. Then, he reverently expressed his desire. "Lord, please make me a man of means."
"Alright. Leave it to me."
The god had immediately complied. So, he's a god of luck, then? However, it was a little too simple. He couldn't help but be a little incredulous. The man decided that he shouldn't expect much.
Soon, the harvest season arrived, and again, the typhoon came. However, it turned out to be a streak of good luck. The man had finished his harvest just a single day earlier. The man had avoided disaster, and the other villagers had suffered damages both great and small.
This was an opportunity, and everything started to take a turn for the better. The villagers relied on him for finances, and so the man took and lent with a high interest. He'd started to make money. At first, it was only little by little, but depending on the size of the loan...
He told the god, "I should probably say that this is all thanks to you. My fortune continues to grow."
"Of course. That's my power."
"I concede that it is your power. And so, how shall I give thanks?"
"Don't even worry about that sort of thing. But how about this? If you allowed others to worship me as well..."
Although the god had made a suggestion, the man panicked and waved his hands.
"Don't be ridiculous. We can't have that."
"I guess you're right. That might be better. It was like that in the last house I was in, as well."
"I didn't know about that. Did you make them rich, too?"
"It should scarcely need saying, That's what I live for."
The man calmed down, and then began to panic again. He felt assured by the effects of the god's power, but the fact that the previous owners had lost possession of this god concerned him. At that, he moved the figure to from the alcove to a newly built storehouse. This way it wouldn't be stolen or prayed to by the other villagers.
Having hid the figure, the man's fortune grew and grew. The interest on his loans came in one payment after another. Furthermore, he established a monopoly on goods coming into the village. For as you know, a god was a work.
The man prostrated himself before the statue and spoke.
"All is by your good graces. From this tract of land, to the mountain and forest--no matter what, it falls into my grasp. I've started to be called the head of this village."
"I'm also very pleased!" the figure answered with its grinning face.
"How gracious of you. I had no idea that the true powers of a luck god were this wonderful."
"You're welcome, but I think there seems to be a misunderstanding. Although my powers are indeed wonderful, I'm not the kind of luck god you think I am!"
"No need for jokes. This fortune that you've given me--if you're not a god of luck, then what are you?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know. Still, at any rate, you're a gracious god," the man said with an unchanging smile on his face. The god replied with the same, innocent grin as always.
"I'm a god of poverty. As people suffer, they become impoverished. To see this makes me happier than anything else. However, I've thoroughly tasted and enjoyed my fill, so soon we will part. Even if I wanted to savor it a bit more, the villagers have already hit rock bottom. Momentarily, a group of rioting villagers will close in on you. They'll lay waste to this house, and then probably throw me out by the river with the rest of this junk. Imagining what kind of jerk will pick me up next... It's almost too funny for me to bear."
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Okay, so it's pretty rough. Please leave me some constructive comments if you have the time (strangely worded sections, unclear parts). Thanks!
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The Grinning God
Once upon a time, there existed a small village somewhere. The lives of the villagers were uneventful. To one and all, it was neither good, nor bad.
And so, in the village there lived a man. "No matter what I do, I'll never be rich", he said as he passed the time. However, this wasn't because he was lazy. In short, he had a half-hopeful, half-resigned frame of mind. No different from anyone else, everyday he simply continued his work in the fields.
However, one day, as the man casually struck the riverbank with his hoe, he met a strange resistance. Seized by curiosity, he dug it out and washed it, only to find a small, wooden figure. As he stared at it, he mumbled to himself, "What's this boring thing? No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like it'll sell well. Maybe I'll just use it as kindling. Even so, it does have a bizarre face."
The figure looked as if it were grinning. Had it been an austere or a virtuous face, it might have made for a better story and he might have been able to sell it. But with that innocent, joyful face, it was hopeless.
Just then, a voice spoke from somewhere.
"How impertinent. Saying that you're going to make me into kindling, and that I have a bizarre face..."
The man blinked and then looked around him. There wasn't a soul around. From the content of the remark, it seemed to be referring to him. Moving his eyes to the statue in his hand, the voice spoke again.
"Yup. That's me speaking."
"I'm shocked. That a wooden carving like this spoke...."
"You could say that I'm just taking shelter in this figure, that this figure is an my incarnation. In other words, I am the figure, and the figure is me."
"I don't really understand that, but I do understand that you seem to be a figure. Still, what in the world are you?"
"I'm a god."
The man replied with suspicion, "Sure, it's convenient for you to assert that you're a god given the situation, but a wooden carving like this..."
"What a fool. If I was an ordinary wooden carving, and if I'd been buried in the dirt for such a long time, wouldn't I have rotted? Try putting me on the fire. I'll never burn. Proof that I'm a god."
If you put it that way, it might be true. Just as the man nodded in agreement, his lifelong wish came to mind. Maybe it could be granted. Even if it's a hopeless endeavor, I'll be none the worse for it. There's value in trying.
The man took the figure home and enshrined it in his home's alcove. Then, he reverently expressed his desire. "Lord, please make me a man of means."
"Alright. Leave it to me."
The god had immediately complied. So, he's a god of luck, then? However, it was a little too simple. He couldn't help but be a little incredulous. The man decided that he shouldn't expect much.
Soon, the harvest season arrived, and again, the typhoon came. However, it turned out to be a streak of good luck. The man had finished his harvest just a single day earlier. The man had avoided disaster, and the other villagers had suffered damages both great and small.
This was an opportunity, and everything started to take a turn for the better. The villagers relied on him for finances, and so the man took and lent with a high interest. He'd started to make money. At first, it was only little by little, but depending on the size of the loan...
He told the god, "I should probably say that this is all thanks to you. My fortune continues to grow."
"Of course. That's my power."
"I concede that it is your power. And so, how shall I give thanks?"
"Don't even worry about that sort of thing. But how about this? If you allowed others to worship me as well..."
Although the god had made a suggestion, the man panicked and waved his hands.
"Don't be ridiculous. We can't have that."
"I guess you're right. That might be better. It was like that in the last house I was in, as well."
"I didn't know about that. Did you make them rich, too?"
"It should scarcely need saying, That's what I live for."
The man calmed down, and then began to panic again. He felt assured by the effects of the god's power, but the fact that the previous owners had lost possession of this god concerned him. At that, he moved the figure to from the alcove to a newly built storehouse. This way it wouldn't be stolen or prayed to by the other villagers.
Having hid the figure, the man's fortune grew and grew. The interest on his loans came in one payment after another. Furthermore, he established a monopoly on goods coming into the village. For as you know, a god was a work.
The man prostrated himself before the statue and spoke.
"All is by your good graces. From this tract of land, to the mountain and forest--no matter what, it falls into my grasp. I've started to be called the head of this village."
"I'm also very pleased!" the figure answered with its grinning face.
"How gracious of you. I had no idea that the true powers of a luck god were this wonderful."
"You're welcome, but I think there seems to be a misunderstanding. Although my powers are indeed wonderful, I'm not the kind of luck god you think I am!"
"No need for jokes. This fortune that you've given me--if you're not a god of luck, then what are you?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know. Still, at any rate, you're a gracious god," the man said with an unchanging smile on his face. The god replied with the same, innocent grin as always.
"I'm a god of poverty. As people suffer, they become impoverished. To see this makes me happier than anything else. However, I've thoroughly tasted and enjoyed my fill, so soon we will part. Even if I wanted to savor it a bit more, the villagers have already hit rock bottom. Momentarily, a group of rioting villagers will close in on you. They'll lay waste to this house, and then probably throw me out by the river with the rest of this junk. Imagining what kind of jerk will pick me up next... It's almost too funny for me to bear."
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Okay, so it's pretty rough. Please leave me some constructive comments if you have the time (strangely worded sections, unclear parts). Thanks!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Mochitsuki Adventure: The Movie
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
I've Been Thinking
... about my doorbell. When ya gonna ring it? When ya gonna ring it?
White Stripes references out of the way, I'd like to talk about something weighing heavily upon me: the fact that I don't know what I want to talk about. I've done roughly 5,000 things since my last post (give or take a thousand), and I really don't want to make a list of it. That's really the impetus behind the long gaps between posts, too. Even if I tell you all these things I've done, I don't have any confidence that it would sufficiently convey anything other than cold, hard fact. And the last thing I want my blog to be is cold and hard. It should be brimming with life, vitality. Just like me.
I'm reading "Yes Man" right now. Yes, the one that the movie is based on. However, while the movie is fiction, the book is nonfiction; and as unbelievable as the events of the book are, they are supposedly true.
It's one of the most inspiring books I've ever read.
I think Danny Wallace is now one of my all-time heroes. He's right above Gandhi and Magritte on the list. Yes, he's above Gandhi (now that I've written that, I'm not sure I mean it. At any rate, I think you get the point).
In short, the book's effectively used it's giant life-affirming highlighter to underline every choice I make. I can feel the weight of every potential opportunity, and so, within reason, I've been pouncing on just about every Yes that floats my way.
I have certain friends (who will remain anonymous) who I've always admired for their ability to seemingly live a life free of regret. How do they do it? For me, Regret can push down on you so hard as to be debilitating.
I think that Yes is the key to seeing the good in every experience, the key that negates regret. When you see the potential opportunity of every action, you realize that opportunities are everywhere, abundant as air. Just say yes to them.
It sort of goes back to my epiphany about human will back in the summer after Freshman year of college. I "conquered boredom" then because it dawned on me that you can do anything you want. The only thing that really limits you is your willpower; and if you really tap into the amazing reservoir of the human spirit, you might find that it's practically bottomless. Will yourself to just do something, because doing something is always a lot more interesting than doing nothing. You might think that's simple, but society makes it so hard for people to realize their potential because it bombards them with a never-ending string of potential excuses. "I'm too fat", "they live too far away", "hasn't been online lately", "well, Idol was on..." For me, when I realized this is when I think I stopped being a child. I wasn't an adult (I'm still not), but I wasn't a child anymore.
I'm still guilty of making excuses, piling on regrets. It's hard to remember how amazing people can be when you can summarize your entire impression of someone based on a Facebook status message. That's why it's good I have this book. When I forget, I can just read this book. And then say yes more.
I suppose this leads me to the conclusion of this little post. Here's a weekend of Yessing.
I said yes to Mr. Ogushi's ramen dinner invitation in Shiraoka. I said yes to getting coffee with him afterwards. It turned into a three and a half hour conversation.
I said yes to going to Mr. Ogushi's takoyaki party the next day. I met a man there who told me an amusing story about how once in America, he said "kyuu-zero-four" at the front desk of a hotel instead of "nine-zero-four" and subsequently had a lot of trouble getting into his room. I also learned how to make expert takoyaki (fried dough balls with octopus in the center).
I said yes to the invitation to attend my friend Koichi's gay choir recital. I said yes to going to Tokyo Tower with Stef and Teresa afterwards. I said yes to Chris' request that I contact him afterward if I was bored.
And then I slipped a little. I was invited to go to Odaiba with Stef, Teresa, and Lucille and I said no. I said, "No, just leave me here at Tokyo Tower. I'll find something". But as I said it, I was worried that I wouldn't find something. I was in Tokyo. Was I really just going to go home early and sleep when I had the day off on Monday? So then, acting quickly, I called Chris and said yes to his invitation to join him at the Hub in Harajuku.
I said yes when Naoko wanted to teach Joe English and I the Japanese version of "Eeny Meeny". I said yes to fish and chips. I said yes to a gin and tonic.
Here's the part I considered leaving out, but I figure if I've already gotten this far in this embarrassing post, I might at well take it all the way to the end.
I said yes to going to a bar with Chris to meet up with Koichi, who happens to be Chris' boyfriend. I said yes to going to a bar in Nichome. I said yes to another Moscow Mule. I said yes to singing Lady Gaga with Koichi at a gay bar. I said yes when Koichi and Chris invited me to sleep on their extra futon after I missed my last train due to too much Yessing.
I said yes to a New Year's nabe (stew-like food) party with all the friends I've made. I said yes to a game of Hoopla. I said yes to all-you-can-drink karaoke. I said yes to having fun.
Today, I said yes to myself. This is stupid, but why not write it. Why not.
White Stripes references out of the way, I'd like to talk about something weighing heavily upon me: the fact that I don't know what I want to talk about. I've done roughly 5,000 things since my last post (give or take a thousand), and I really don't want to make a list of it. That's really the impetus behind the long gaps between posts, too. Even if I tell you all these things I've done, I don't have any confidence that it would sufficiently convey anything other than cold, hard fact. And the last thing I want my blog to be is cold and hard. It should be brimming with life, vitality. Just like me.
I'm reading "Yes Man" right now. Yes, the one that the movie is based on. However, while the movie is fiction, the book is nonfiction; and as unbelievable as the events of the book are, they are supposedly true.
It's one of the most inspiring books I've ever read.
I think Danny Wallace is now one of my all-time heroes. He's right above Gandhi and Magritte on the list. Yes, he's above Gandhi (now that I've written that, I'm not sure I mean it. At any rate, I think you get the point).
In short, the book's effectively used it's giant life-affirming highlighter to underline every choice I make. I can feel the weight of every potential opportunity, and so, within reason, I've been pouncing on just about every Yes that floats my way.
I have certain friends (who will remain anonymous) who I've always admired for their ability to seemingly live a life free of regret. How do they do it? For me, Regret can push down on you so hard as to be debilitating.
I think that Yes is the key to seeing the good in every experience, the key that negates regret. When you see the potential opportunity of every action, you realize that opportunities are everywhere, abundant as air. Just say yes to them.
It sort of goes back to my epiphany about human will back in the summer after Freshman year of college. I "conquered boredom" then because it dawned on me that you can do anything you want. The only thing that really limits you is your willpower; and if you really tap into the amazing reservoir of the human spirit, you might find that it's practically bottomless. Will yourself to just do something, because doing something is always a lot more interesting than doing nothing. You might think that's simple, but society makes it so hard for people to realize their potential because it bombards them with a never-ending string of potential excuses. "I'm too fat", "they live too far away", "hasn't been online lately", "well, Idol was on..." For me, when I realized this is when I think I stopped being a child. I wasn't an adult (I'm still not), but I wasn't a child anymore.
I'm still guilty of making excuses, piling on regrets. It's hard to remember how amazing people can be when you can summarize your entire impression of someone based on a Facebook status message. That's why it's good I have this book. When I forget, I can just read this book. And then say yes more.
I suppose this leads me to the conclusion of this little post. Here's a weekend of Yessing.
I said yes to Mr. Ogushi's ramen dinner invitation in Shiraoka. I said yes to getting coffee with him afterwards. It turned into a three and a half hour conversation.
I said yes to going to Mr. Ogushi's takoyaki party the next day. I met a man there who told me an amusing story about how once in America, he said "kyuu-zero-four" at the front desk of a hotel instead of "nine-zero-four" and subsequently had a lot of trouble getting into his room. I also learned how to make expert takoyaki (fried dough balls with octopus in the center).
I said yes to the invitation to attend my friend Koichi's gay choir recital. I said yes to going to Tokyo Tower with Stef and Teresa afterwards. I said yes to Chris' request that I contact him afterward if I was bored.
And then I slipped a little. I was invited to go to Odaiba with Stef, Teresa, and Lucille and I said no. I said, "No, just leave me here at Tokyo Tower. I'll find something". But as I said it, I was worried that I wouldn't find something. I was in Tokyo. Was I really just going to go home early and sleep when I had the day off on Monday? So then, acting quickly, I called Chris and said yes to his invitation to join him at the Hub in Harajuku.
I said yes when Naoko wanted to teach Joe English and I the Japanese version of "Eeny Meeny". I said yes to fish and chips. I said yes to a gin and tonic.
Here's the part I considered leaving out, but I figure if I've already gotten this far in this embarrassing post, I might at well take it all the way to the end.
I said yes to going to a bar with Chris to meet up with Koichi, who happens to be Chris' boyfriend. I said yes to going to a bar in Nichome. I said yes to another Moscow Mule. I said yes to singing Lady Gaga with Koichi at a gay bar. I said yes when Koichi and Chris invited me to sleep on their extra futon after I missed my last train due to too much Yessing.
I said yes to a New Year's nabe (stew-like food) party with all the friends I've made. I said yes to a game of Hoopla. I said yes to all-you-can-drink karaoke. I said yes to having fun.
Today, I said yes to myself. This is stupid, but why not write it. Why not.
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