We wrote a little message on ¥500 wooden prayer tile, each row hung it up, we dropped coins, did the clapping, and explored the nooks and crannies of the compound. Plus Ryoko collected some tea plant seeds.
Then tasty bevvies at a wonderful lil coffee roasters with a large room, sit on the floor amongst aromatic burlap bags. Outside with a fancy temporary food stand selling quite gourmet food to eat at a picnic table or take to go.
Of course this glorious little dude is getting more and more strong & active and wants places to romp around which are in a little bit short supply.
The trickiness of being a great active parent are evident with various things inaccessible and general lack of grassy fields to romp. One of the reasons were “improving the campsite“ here at Tsuchida Station.
Epilogue: i’m so proud to be part of this tradition – tending to graves of the ancestors, writing our prayers on a little wooden tile and hanging for the wind to carry away. And oh my goodness, specialty coffee in a specialty ceramic cup, sitting on mats on the floor… All of it
Also advocating for proper representation for Guam, Northern Marianas islands, Puerto Rico, US Virgin Islands, American Samoa, WaDC etc.
Maybe make two states out of all the territories (Atlantico & Pacifica) > combine the Dakotas and split Wyoming into the neighboring states to keep the total state numbers under control :-)
Yeah yeah, putting it in there to get people thinking but really the math sort of works out… I should really never post anything like this but really feel the people in these territories deserve proper representation so letting people know how weird/lousy it would feel if suddenly people of Wyoming or North Dakota were disenfranchised
On a similar riff, as I recall learning when Texas joined the union, there was a provision that the state could split into three states at some future point. Wonder if this is ever discussed as an actual option?
I live up road from Hiroshima (bomb coulda been here instead) & visited (wonderful) Nagasaki in Feb (early C19 daze) > hard to go to those places without understanding the horrific costs, as well as the resilience of recovery in the horrendous aftermath.
Worth noting I also went to Tinian where Enola Gay took off, lived in Guam and landed on the runway on Peleliu Palau (Bloody Nose Ridge). Explored all the points of view by reading dozens of historical accounts, every documentary can find, fictional movies, historical podcasts.
Everywhere I think of the ridiculous cost of humans and opportunity and resources and endless heartbreak resulting from conceit, imperialism and hubris.
We ask the wrong questions & the results are horrid for so many, beyond “they did so we should…”
For more about how Japan tangled itself all up in a mess, listen to “Dan Carlin‘s Hardcore history“ podcast fantastic series “supernova in the east” each segment about 4 hours(!) but he’s a great storyteller and unpacks in great detail while not getting overtly “political“.
More rabbit holes (my pardons for lack of a proper copy edit / just annotations, notes etc via a various sources) re: war in Pacific + characters, forgotten-ish storylines, further reading…
Also, on various Netflix (or use VPN to skip around country), series called “Tokyo Trail” a joint Japanese /Dutch production going into war crimes trials in Japan… Judges from all the different Allied countries, trial stretched on for seemingly forever, endless conundrums
Yet another Netflix somewhere, a movie called “Yamamoto” something something, Japanese production telling story of Navy Admiral who was (mostly) against *trying* to attack the US but was put in charge nevertheless… Explores tension between Army’s aggressive goals and gluttony
Hard to get my head around how people can be so decent and kind in these times, yet 2 generations before were ruthless killers / turns out it just takes a few maniacs in power, rhetoric, brainwashing about exceptionalism + public pressure to send culture off rails
We’re getting pretty good at stuff (especially bath time and singing ridiculous songs to you).
In this snap, we are discussing plans to watch summer hockey. plans to watch Summer Olympics thwarted obviously, but, *the universe works in mysterious ways* and Lil Stanley and I will be enjoying breakfast time hockey starting very soon.
Also, I came here to say that Ichi-Stan turned “one month old” on the 23rd, I am the proudest papa ever and love to kiss his little head. More coverage of our “one month birthday“ rituals (shrine, grave!) now available coming soon, I know you’ll wait patiently.
PS today is father/grandfather‘s birthday #65 (more to come…)
I know 2020 is really hard for lot of folks, but, tomorrow my son turns 1 month old and I’m so unbelievably happy to be his papa, so proud of my incredible powerful wife, grateful for my in-laws, and so glad I have a home (& 3 yr visa extension).
A few years ago (or less), each day was quite tough. Now, each day i deal with pain and confusion but enough joy and interestingness to compensate. My brain fires but i have to throttle as i get headaches and eye strain very easily, i remain very sensitive to light and sounds so use dark glasses and ear plugs when out and about.
Anyhow, there are several recent “standalone” dispatches of activities and outings (Mae Maes concerts, tea ceremony, museums, tours…) but this post simply gathers up miscellaneous whatnots which don’t really chronicle anything but normal day-to-day tasks and action with brief annotations.
While dispatches and re-caps of various outings and events exist elsewhere in this archive, life is so wonderful right now i don’t want to miss a thing or fail to appreciate the glorious mundane details of just existing.
As such, what follows are bits and pieces which don’t fit elsewhere, a round-up of miscellany and odds and ends and mild annotations.
Starting with the pleasantness of stopping for a coffee and receiving a free lil sandwich plate (and seeing Ryoko’s adorableness :)).
The internets instructs food photos be posted with frequency.
Coffee, castles and contemplation about all the victims of war… No Remembrance Day cenotaph here in Okayama (where its 11/11/1) so headed out to find a calm place￼ (and coffee) for remembering with my handcrafted poppy (imo white or red is appropriate).
Of course i remember the fallen – of “the Great War” and all other, and of course the wounded – these delicate humans, and those who followed after them, deserve all the assistance society can render.
I also remember￼ their mothers, their children, the folks who diligently toiled to provide, the resistance fighters thwarting plans & gathering intell at great risk, indeed the service horses and ponies… i think about the burned villages, destroyed cities, unfulfilled dreams, the opportunity cost of loss, the growing up too fast, the growing up not at all, mental afflictions, physical violence, undeserved.
I also acknowledge with contempt ￼the hubris of “Royals” who pushed unknown youth into the brink, the conceited generals, ￼the wealth grabbers, the power-hungry, the opportunists, the carpet baggers, those meaning to subjugate by redrawing borders, the liars to allies, the ulterior motives purveyors, the devious schemers… All this is on you.
The best respect we can give the fallen is peace, always and forever, peace.￼