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1.31.2010

The New Otani Tokyo: Dining

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It was Sunday late in the afternoon when I finally pulled up hard out of bed. I had a couple of options for the evening. I could either call up a female friend or do another solo journey to somewhere a bit far away…explore a little…you know…

And then I remembered that the New Otani Hotel was hosting a winter crab buffet until Feb. 28th. So, I made a call to book a table by the window and to confirm that they had plenty of crabs left. They did and so I quickly got changed, made some last minute preparations and headed out completely forgetting to ask anyone to go with me, actually, I didn’t forget I just thought it was unnecessary to ask anyone. It’s crab! Why converse over it? Just eat.

After navigating my way through Tokyo’s vast subway network , with the help of my handy iphone, I made it to the hotel. The place was beautiful as you would expect from a four star hotel that was once visited by the Royal Family. The restaurant was located on the 40th floor at a place called TOP of the Tower, a world class restaurant.

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The restaurant was everything you’d expect from a four star restaurant with nice views of Tokyo Tower and skyline. The fare for that evening was all-you-can-eat crab and whatever else they were serving. All was very delicious.

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If you ever come this way request a table on the left, not the right.

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As a service, instead of you going up all the time to get your own food the cute waitresses will deliver heaps of tempura to your table – or maybe it was just me only…… Don’t hold me to that.

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Crabs, crabs, crabs…

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Delicious marinated chicken and New Otani’s legendary roast beef were excellent. The server was also very well mannered and eager to serve, I like this attitude.

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On a sour note though, 40 minutes before closing three Latin American women and one white guy walk in demanding dinner. The poor maître d had to struggle to explain himself in English that the restaurant was closing in 30 minutes. Typically, in Japan restaurants stop accepting guest 30 minutes before closing. Unfortunately these plans were delayed by some of the rudest people I have seen in years. Imagine four big gaijin my size walking into a buffet 30 minutes before closing.

Moments like these make me never want to work in the food service industry. Much respect to the men and women who tolerate such animals who think they deserve some kind of special consideration because they are foreigners. Especially when you take into consideration that Japanese don’t accept or work on a tipping system.

On a final note, the buffet charge was expensive, but worth it. Good food and good service and atmosphere. Getting here is not difficult at all, just take the Ginza line to Akasakamitsuke station D exit turn left then work your way up the hill and the hotel will be on the left.

Arriving early or making reservations is not required but highly appreciated.

Soul of Japan on Haiti

It seems that every media outlet I come across there’s Haiti.  The media can’t seem to get enough of Haiti:  Haiti the impoverished country of the poor little hungry negro who can never seem to get enough to eat.  Haiti, with its failed government and defunct laws that can neither protect nor serve the people.  

 

 

I’m amazed at the public out pouring Haiti is receiving, though.   I mean…I don’t know why….so many Americans feel compelled to donate millions of dollars to a country where the people  never see a penny of it??  The Clinton Bush foundation has donated millions of dollars to the country called Haiti, but to its people?  The people are still poor and needy and have been since the country’s independents.

 

 

But it’s no surprise to me that since 1994 the people of Haiti still live in abject poverty, which was largely brought on by the Clinton/Powell era Caribbean style colonialist tactics, which had played a major role in the downward spiraling effect you are witnessing today, with respect to the economy that is.   Democracy and Capitalism has not worked together at all in  Haiti.

 

 

The bone of contention I am having is with the enormous amount of media attention Haiti is receiving:  Natural disaster comes, devastation ensues, thousands die, food and medicine is flown in, the sick are cared for, thousands of babies are left without parents, thousands more babies are donated to white people all across  America.  The same was done during Katrina where hundreds perhaps thousands of families and kids where hauled like chattel all across America.  Had there been better engineering and city planning implemented there would’ve been no Katrina aftermath.

 

 

Nothing is ever mentioned about infrastructure, nothing is ever mentioned about restoring the rule of law first, and then law & order( police) second.   Nothing is ever mentioned about prevention.   What would Haiti look like  if the American government invested a billion dollars into Haiti’s infrastructure…?  Or education system…?   What would Haiti look like if the French government had repaid its debts to the Haitians for centuries  of free slave labor and the enormous theft of mineral wealth….?   

 

(“ If you are a small country and you lack the military means to protect yourself then you bend over.”)

 

 

It’s disgusting when I see a grown white man on T.V. weeping like a sissy because his heart is bleeding for poor negro babies in Haiti when there are 1.5 million homeless  white kids in America that his ass can adopt for free.  I just don’t get it.  

 

(“Haitian babies deserve a home on a hill with white parents in the suburbs of Hickville U.S.A…?  Haitians deserve Haiti and need rich white nations to donate money towards the building of their country, that’s it”).

 

White Americans are so morally in the wrong when they take a child out of its own country, raise it, teach it English, make it forget about its roots and language, and then what…?   Do these children return back to Haiti?  No!  They are no longer Haitians.  All because of some overly sympathetic white geek who couldn’t figure out his priorities.   You take care of home first. 

1.26.2010

True Cold Winter Brew: 冬の月

It’s pronounced fu-yu-no-tsuki (winter’s moon)an arabashiri,which denotes the season’s first sake called run roughly sake, in other words moromi (fermented mash) naturally pressed from a traditional wooden press called a fune. What comes out after what’s either pressed manually or naturally from its own weight is what I am drinking now(rough run). Of course, I have only given you a condensed version of this whole process. Just remember, this sake was made by hand not machine. You do not drink sake like this hot but COLD.
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This a Junmai Ginjo Muroka Nama Shiboritate (unfiltered first pressed draft type) and is produced by Kamikokoro( God Heart) Brewery in Okayama Prefecture, located in the westernmost region of Honshu called Chugoku or San'in-San'yō’s Asakuchi District. Sake from this part of Japan are typically fuller bodied than their Northern Japan counterparts, so if you are looking for something with more dynamic ranges in flavors then look West.
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When savoring the initial taste of this sake in your mouth(口に含む/kuchi ni fukumu) the first things that comes to mind is dry, sharp, and fruity, like winter itself, along with the sweet smells of the seasons.


All of these elements burst forth on your palate all at the same time. This is called “umami.” I think this could be attributed to the type of yeast that was used called “ hakuto.” The seimabuai(sake meter value) is at 58%, Alc 1.6, and the nihonshudo is minus 4. So, sweet,dry, and fruity. Another key feature is that it’s also an usunigori type!



When talking about sake I can’t help but include other aspects about the region and its people, history, and cuisines as I feel they embody the essence of shudō– the way of loving the seasons and sake according to Hiroyuki Kouda. I can’t resist. These other elements must be told. N.B., shudō should not be confused with the homosexual practices of the samurai. They are two different practices.



When I think of this part of Japan, images of the famous Korakuen  come to mind with its lush green, its peach groves and long winding meandering channels called kyokusui. I also can’t help but envision the snow clad pine trees and cedar groves. The soothing and mysterious clucking sound of the Shishi Odoshi as water fills and empties it.



The Japanese Bush Wabler’s cherp in the early morning as dew drops fall near my window. I can drink sake to this I say to myself.  Morning sake is the best.  I have sat in WARM winter onsen(s) in West Japan as snow fell gently and gracefully across my shoulders while drinking COLD sake. I can almost smell the scent of pine from the sake masu(woooden cup).



Built by Ikeda Tsunamasa, lord of Okayama this garden/park has become known as one of the top three great Daimyo gardens in Japan and is a shining jewel in the middle of a city famed for its samurai and enormous wealth. One notable great was a samurai sword legend named Miyamoto Musashi, author of the book “Five Rings” which details his martial arts. Musashi is well-known in Japan as arguably the greatest swordsman that ever lived. Don’t forget that folks.


According to the way of shudō, which again means fostering a love of the seasons, sake lends a type of expression to the natural balance and harmony of life for me. I see it as a way to better understand Japan and its people.  I have personally been to Okayama. I have met the people there. I have met the Jukujo there. I have imbibed there. I have strolled threw the daimyo gardens there. I have acknowledged the gods there.  This is Japan.



On a final note, please don’t confuse the term “arabashiri” as there are other sake with this label as well. Just remember, this one is from Okayama Prefecture. Arabashiri is extremely popular now in Japan, especially by most Japanese sake lovers.


I’d like to give a special shout out to Melinda Joe for poking me with a lightening rod over at her wonderful blog called Tokyo Through the Drinking Glass.

1.24.2010

Knowledge & Beauty

Do you agree that gaining knowledge takes away the appreciation of beauty?  Samuel Langhorne Clemens did, or better known by the pen name Mark Twain. 

 

I once had a friend who commented on an onsen I had took him to.  He walked around in it a bit and said, in an unctuous tone, to me “ it’s just water.”   And with those words my whole mood was ruined.  I have always thought that the onsen experience is more than just being in “water.”  For me it still is more than just sitting in water. 

 

 

In Mark Twain’s essay called Two Views of the Mississippi he writes about the grace and the beauty of this majestic river called the Mississippi River!  He begins by writing about the wonderful sunsets which he witnessed when steamboating was still new to him.  Twain also recalled the river turning to blood; in the middle distance the red hue brightened into gold, through which a solitary log came floating black and conspicuous; in one place a long, slanting mark lay sparkling upon the water.  He goes on to write that the day had came when he no longer spoke so poetically about the Mississippi River

 

You see, he was a river boat captain and after years of traveling back and forth down the Mississippi River, the romance and beauty was finally gone from it.   After learning about every single detail of the river, every single trifling aspect of the river, from all the radiant sunsets, the densely wooded shores, and ruffled trails, even the clean-stemmed dead tree waving a single leaf bough that glowed like a flame in the unobstructed splendor that was flowing in the sun.  With all of this he became tired of this river.

 

I remember on the plane on the way to Japan a Japanese guy mentioned to me that I would eventually grow tired of Japan.  I didn’t forget those words.  I am nowhere near being tired of Japan.  In fact it is only the beginning for me here.  I believe that once we loose this ability to appreciate what we can see and visualize and even conceptualize as beautiful then a part of us dies.  What’s next then….What can be appreciated next? 

1.17.2010

Funwari Breakfast

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A part of me that will never change is my love for Western food, especially bread.  I guess we can thank the Portuguese for introducing bread to Japan 460 years ago by accident.  I mean,  if the Portuguese weren’t trading slaves at that time, then maybe  they were heavily involved in the spread of culinary knowledge…?  That’s the only historical association I have of them. 

 

Nevertheless, since we’re on the subject of bread I would like to introduce my favorite brand.  Funwari Shoku Pan(ふんわり食パン), a product of  Yamazaki Baking Co., LTD.   The term “funwari” means fluffy or soft in English, and of all the breads I have enjoyed over the years this one is my favorite. 

 

Out of the bag it’s very soft and a bit moist.  Smells fresh and goes perfectly with eggs and jumbo sausages.

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The sausages to the right are spicy and larger than most that are sold in supermarkets across Japan.  These sausages, however, are American size and are sold at Fuji Supermarket.  I have been to just about every supermarket chain  in this country and have never found sausages this size.  Another nice thing is that even after you toast them they never break if you wrap one around a sausage. 

 

A traditional Western style breakfast for me goes something like this:  Three eggs fried very hard sunny side up.  Spicy sausages – 3.  Two slices of toast with a generous serving of butter on both.  Lastly, two or three tall glasses of ice cold orange juice, or 1000ml.  And then the perfect finisher would be a hot cup of coffee.

Higashimaru Soy Sauce

Most of us who are familiar with Asian and Japanese cuisines are also familiar with soy sauce.  In North America soy sauce that’s sold in most major supermarket chains is called Kikkoman, and is practically a household name for many ethnic dishes from Asia.

 

Living in Japan has given me many opportunities to explore other types of soy sauce.  I can hardly remember the last time I ate Kikkoman with anything.  In Japan there are hundreds of different soy sauces from all over the Island so it’s fun to dabble a bit in the kitchen and with different types of soy sauces.

 

Since I like fried dishes like tempura or chicken, the type of soy sauce used would have to have a lighter taste.  Some North Americans like to drown their food with it, I don’t.  After several months of searching and taste testing I found the ideal shoyu(soy sauce).  It’s called Higashimaru Tatsuno no Toki which hails from Hyogo Prefecture in Tatsuno City.  So many great shoyu come out of West Japan and this one was no exception.  The taste, smell, and textures were just right for me.

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In the world of shoyu there are a few different types to look out for.  Usukuchi type shoyu( light colored ) then there’s the Koikuchi type, which is the standard table variety – dark.   The stuff I like is “awaguchi” type, or a cross between both types.  Not too dark, not too light, lighter tasting than the table variety, too.

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Another nice thing is the  clean and light tasting aftertaste.  This shoyu could  easily be enjoyed with sashimi dishes, especially bluefin tuna, the most famed fish in Japan! 

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1.14.2010

Hiwata Junmai Nama Genshu

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I’ve probably been to Miyagi pref. three or four times since first moving to Japan.  I’ve always been drawn to small rural towns in this area.  I love the sleepy town atmosphere and the bitter icy cold winters and warm onsen(s).  In this  picture there’s a kokeshi doll and a bottle of nihonshu called Hiwata – both are famous products in Miyagi.   Miyagi has beautiful girls, too.

 

"Hiwata", produced by Hagino Shuzo,  brewery in Miyagi Pref. is known for making some very good sake.    Hiwata is a Junmai Ginjo Nama Genshu which uses a yeast called Miyagi kobo, resulting in 1.7 acidity. The Sake Meter Value is +4.   Yamadanishiki rice milled at 65%  This sake has very subtle taste while still maintaining that legendary namagenshu feel, which is full and natural.  I had a lady taste this today and she was impressed by the texture.  Namagenshu type sake really fill the mouth with some very unique flavors.  Sometimes you can get a little gassiness from namagenshu which usually goes away after a day or two. 

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The other reason I chose to use a kokeshi doll is because Miyagi’s are very unique looking.  They have less hair than other kokeshi from other prefectures. 

 

One of the first things you see when driving into Naruko Onsen town is a statue of a giant kokeshi doll off the side of the road.   When you turn a kokeshi doll’s  head from side to side it makes a little squeaky noise, that’s how you are able to tell if it’s authentic or not.

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A true Miyagi beauty.  She turned my head.  I can  smell a great fragrance on her called The Diamond Perfume by Cindy C.  for Women.  Modest, high energy, great focus.  Lovely nose she has.  Great smile and eyes.   A far cry from Tokyo and Yokohama types who smother their faces in gaudy make-up and ridiculous fashion.  I love a lady who dresses in power suits and one who loves her country, not only in word but deeds.  I can drink to that.

1.13.2010

The Soul of Japan: The Book!

Back in 2008 I published my first book on Japanese  onsen.  At that time, and even still today I think, it still  has the largest compendium of just onsen in full color in the world in hardback form.  I think it’s 234 pages of  onsen that I have personally been to, yes, every single one.

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At first I was reluctant about self publishing it, so I spoke to Yurindo, second largest bookstore chain in Japan, about the book.  After looking at it, within five minutes, I was told that they wanted to start selling it immediately without any reservations at all. 

 

I was given top priority over all of the books in this genre section.  Within weeks the book sold out, along with my sake & food pairing guide, which was a mini book -both did very well.  I was also advised to seek a large publisher, which I didn’t.  I told him that I was merely interested in turning this book into a coffee table book for restaurants or waiting rooms.  I have no interest in selling to a larger market.

 

The book, however, wasn’t without any minor flaws.  For one, it was too big and bulky and way over priced, that’s included the printing too.  The second was that not enough narration was written up about the onsen(s).  I did this intentionally because I believe that just the pictures alone is enough and that no amount of wording would or could make a difference.  The pictures themselves were beautiful enough.  I am not trying to sell the onsen experience.  It’s not a travel guide.

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This book is skewed towards northern Japan with a sprinkling of some places in West Japan.  The purpose for writing this book was to showcase the natural beauty of Japan.  The idea of “just the onsen” is perfect within itself.   There are no other elements in this book, no imbibing, no friends, no lovers, just hard core onsen with scenery.

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The book is fully registered with the Library of Congress, ISBN and Jan coded.  They are no longer officially for sale, though.  I am redoing the book because I have more pictures to add.   I have verifiable records of all the places these pictures were taken, including the hotels I stayed at.  

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I do not, and will not sell through amazon.  I wrote this book for spiritual reasons, not for monetary gain. 

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I plan to release a much lighter and more compact version this summer if all goes well, and hopefully through a Japanese printer service.  This also may include onsen from a few other countries I have visited also, like Eastern Europe and other parts of Asia.

1.11.2010

Modern Inaka: Sento

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Frank Lloyd Wright was strongly influenced by Japanese spatial arrangements and the concept of interpenetrating exterior and interior space, long achieved in Japan by opening up walls made of sliding doors

 

This sento( public bath house) you are looking at is one of many such styles of communal bathing houses you can see sprouting up all over the countryside here in Japan.   Slowly fading away are the old brick and wooden public bath houses that use coal furnaces to heat the water.

 

It’s been over a quarter of a century now since the Japanese have  started  blending late post modern European architecture with Japanese aesthetics, and it’s paying off with very nicely designed sento like this one.

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Space comes at a premium price here in Japan, so every cubic centimeter counts.  This sento makes use of every space and blends nature in with its spatial design very naturally.  You can see stone, water, wood and snow.

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The milky or mineral rich onsen is rich in sulfur which, as of late, is not popular with modern young people from the major cities, as sulfur tends to leave a pungent smell on the skin for days, or even weeks.

For those of us who are mature enough and who can appreciate the therapeutic value of a real Japanese onsen, the sulfur shouldn’t be a problem.  Sulfur has been used to treat a myriad of  skin diseases and other such ailments for centuries.

1.10.2010

Russian Taraba Gani: King Crab

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What you are looking at is about 900 grams of thawed king crab from Russia.  I purchased this at the three day sale at the  Misakiguchi Fisheries, in Miura – the last stop on the Keikyu Line. 

 

I departed from tradition.  I always buy this kind of crab from fishermen in Kushiro who fish from Japanese waters just a few hundred miles off the northern coast of Honshu, the main island.

 

Crab season generally starts from Dec. and ends in early March here in Japan.   King crab is sold from most major supermarket chains with the average market value per 750 grams at 3980 yen per pack.  Queen crab is about 1000 yen cheaper.  All of them are frozen and packed three legs and a claw with a few other minor parts added. 

 

The three day sale that’s held every year at the Misakiguchi Fisheries has the best prices for crab.  I paid exactly 5000 yen for what you see in the picture.  Great price actually.  I enjoyed it.

 

What you should look for when shopping for crab this crab season is where it was fished.  If it’s from Russia then it’s frozen.   Frozen crab is not as good as crab kept alive.  Another thing to look at is how it’s sold.  Some sellers will either steam or boil their crab.  Steamed crab is always better in terms of flavor and texture.  Boiled crab is good too, but some of the juice is lost from boiling.  If it was frozen, thawed, and then boiled then you loose even more flavor. 

 

Now, where can you go if you want to enjoy eating steamed and grilled crab without having to go to a fish market??  I recommend the New Otani Hotel in Tokyo.  From now until Feb. 28th 2010, they will be hosting a winter crab buffet everyday.  Lunch is going to be around 5000 yen per person and all-you-can-eat Zuwaigani(spider crab), plus whatever else is  on the buffet counter.  The dinner buffet will be 7000 yen person, but will offer all-you-can-eat king crab(taraba)!   If one person eats six legs they’ll be getting their money’s worth.  Both kinds of crabs will be either steamed or grilled, both ways are great! 

1.06.2010

Keikyu

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Around the first of the year the train lines are not so crowded, so I decided to visit my local station to snap up a photo or two.

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The Keikyu line is always the cleanest and most efficient train line I think.  I think maybe there are more station attendants for this line than theJR.  

This line is also more  frequent and for some reason is more comfortable to ride on than the JR Keihin Tohoku line.  Of course JR comprises a whole love of different trains, but the main lines I use are either Keikyu or JR Keihin Tohoku.

Yes, now I remember why I like this line better; the seating.  Sofa style seating is what I like most about this line.  On the JR you have the same, but the seats are pleated.  You have to sit in the seat properly or you won’t feel comfortable whereas on this line the blue seats are very comfortable and cushy no matter how or where you sit. 

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At the bottom is a short clip on how to use the fare adjustment machine in case you can’t read Japanese.

January 2010 Edition

 

Did you remember to record your dream on the first day of the New Year?  I did.  I had a dream on the first, the second, and the third.  They were all nightmares.  Hanging, flooding, and death were the three themes of those dreams.

 

I mean, I have had lots of dreams that were full of doom and gloom, and yet none of the gloomy aspects of those dreams ever manifested.  Even still, I do take dreams very seriously, especially the meanings of those dreams. 

 

Did you enjoy your New Year?  I made the best of mine by staying home.  Instead of going out, I cooked and prepared all of my meals.  I purchased about 1400 grams of taraba king crab, enjoyed imbibing on some delicious sake and Japanese confectionary.   I’ve been at this sort of routine for years actually, and as a result I think I’m ruined  forever.  I can never return to normalcy in a sense that I don’t believe I could ever enjoy just having a beer and going out to some hot and stuffy nightclub, or just settling for just hors d'œuvres  with strangers at an underground basement party. 

 

I absolutely can’t stand trying to pretend to be enjoying myself when some dumb dork white guy from Boston who married one of his students from the local Eikaiwa gets up on his soap box and tries to impress  us with his Japanese ability while  his whore wife stands by  fawning all over the fact that she married the biggest and dumbest looking clown she could wrap her legs around.   

 

A lot of Westerners leave their country to come to Japan for many reason.  I left to get away from Americans and decades of mundane and routine experiences that are trivial and meaningless.  I came to Japan and gained more insight into people and my own country than at any time in my whole life.  I have no regrets for what I’ve become today.  Just a natural consequence of sniffing out too much bullshit.

 

Just the other day I saw a movie.  On the way to the cinema I saw an extremely obese black guy with a deliciously beautiful looking Japanese girl.  They were holding hands and walking happily along the promenade.  She pointed at me and said, “see! He looks like you.”   So what was that supposed to mean?  I said to myself.   I guess it means anybody can get a Japanese woman….?  I was jealous….

 

I got a card from a co-worker last night.  It was a thank you letter for all of the times I had made her feel happy.  I am very positive at work and make an effort to make others happy.  Unfortunately, I never remember my co-worker’s names.  For years I have worked with a specific group of people and yet, I can never seem to recall their names….I’m bad with names….bad,bad,bad.  Of course, if we had spent more time together outside of work then maybe I would be able to remember their names.

 

For breakfast today I had potato korokke (コロッケ). I always love these little things, plus I had a few ankake tempura and a couple of cups of hot meicha tea.  Even though love Japanese food, I still prefer an American style breakfast.

 

I don’t think my routine or way of thinking is going to change much this year.  2009 was a good year for me, in spite of all the negative energy that surrounded me.   2010 will be a year of new opportunities and new beginnings.   I’m so glad I no longer have a credit card now.  I won’t be in debt this year because of it.

1.04.2010

Akita’s Nama Chozoushu

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The full name is called tokubetsu honjouzo nama chozoushu.  That’s a mouth full, I know.  The first time I got turned on to nihonshu was because of this designation of sake -honjozo-shu.  A good reference point for chozoushu would be here.

 

All of the characteristics about sake I came to love was born from the sake I am drinking tonight; clean, dry, and complex.  Nakakuchi, or medium dry as it’s called in Japanese, is served cold just like Akita’s winters and with friends or alone is fine too.  You can gain a better appreciation if you look out over the vast expanse of Akita’s snow country or sit next to a bubbling brook or natural stream of fresh water.

 

The sake meter value is plus 2, acidity is 1.2, the alc. is 13.5.  Good flavor points is its smell and “nodogoshi” or throat feel/after-taste.  All-and-all I really enjoyed this sake a lot and hope that many people will have a chance to try it.  By the way, this sake came highly recommend at a sushi bar in Masakiguchi, which is home to Yokosuka’s legendary Misaki Tuna.  I enjoyed several plates of fatty Misaki Tuna with this gorgeous sake.

 

Lastly, I did purchase another bottle and enjoyed it as a night cap with a very old and well known confectionary called kuri ( chestnut confectionary) that is made by a very very old mom & pop shop in old town Yokohama called Omoya.

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When I went there on New Year’s  Day the line almost wrapped around the shop just for these delicious little bite sized morsels of sugar and chestnut.  Every time I walk past this shop they are always sold out of everything.

Sneak Fuck

A Sneak fuck is when you allow yourself to indulge in repressed sexual passions with either an anonymous person or a young boyfriend in some secluded location; some off the beaten track location, some dark and dirty place where eyes have no vision.   A place  where two people can talk dirty to each other and pound each other senselessly.

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If young people can do such activities so carelessly than so should the adults.  The problem with older people is that pride and dignity get in the way; it’s not kosher to act like such animals in heat when you’re over the hill.

 

When I was young I had indulged in such pleasures.  Backing my SUV into a dark pitch black alley with a full moon lit sky hanging just above us.  Placing the gear in park, I quickly turned the headlights off then disengaged the ignition.  I slowly eased  out of the car to check my surroundings while stopping to listen to faint sounds of other cars driving by.  The place was a business complex in an industrial park area that had plenty of lush foliage concealing us in between a large building and a fence.  It was the perfect location.

 

Sometimes, I just don’t know why a woman would wear pants on a date if the both of you know that you engage in such activities on a regular basis on a whim.  Luckily for me, my lady wore a nice skirt that was tightly wrapped around nice toned thighs. 

 

The  passenger side worked best for us since SUVs are high from the ground.  Once in the passenger seat and properly adjusted with her legs sprawled out.  It was easy to feel my way down the middle for the warmest and wettest spot.  But careful not to penetrate just yet, I move my member around the outside of the labia.  It’s good to just feel sometimes.

 

As the tension builds from nervous anticipation, a subtle thrust, a shriek of passion,  and a heaving  sigh of relief upon first entry is achieved from the cool darkness of summer night’s wind. Miracle womb!

 

Starting from the tip of my toe nails a tiny little ball of joy begins moving up my legs, passing the knee caps, up my thighs and then settling into my sack.  Veins bulging, hair rising, pulse pounding  all converge into one harmony and exploding deep inside – so deeply.

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How on earth did old people allow themselves to get away from natural sex like this?  Incredible threshold moments that catatonically renders the mind into a blissful stupor; totally rocking the senses.

 

Take the body for granted  while it’s  in its prime and you will wake up one day too old and too wrinkly with your too good to be human attitude; too good for nothings.   A good fuck is a good fuck and nobody wrote an age limit or an expiration date on  human sexuality.  The human animal is beautiful.

1.03.2010

Local Temple

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Up these stairs there’s an ordinary temple, a place of solemn peace and quiet.  A place that’s far removed from the noise of Tokyo’s ultra touristy mega shrines that attract millions of visitors this time of year. 

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Hundreds of stairs up the way leading to this temple, full views of southern Yokohama come into clear view on the first day of the new year.

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Here, there’s a statue of the great Buddhist teacher named Nichiren who taught devotion to the well known sutra Namu-Myōhō-Renge-Kyō.

Historically, Buddhist temples were responsible for the handling of matters related to the dead whereas the  Shinto shrines was and is still today the indigenous religion of Japan, which has more to do with deity worship and living things.

Sometimes, you can see both a Shrine and a Temple in close vicinity to each other.  Such is the case for this shrine/temple - nearby.  There were many gravesites that had beautifully engraved marble head stones.

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And then a curious passerby was surprised to see me there around her neighborhood temple.  No. I didn’t  try anything.  Too “Juku” for me( too far up in age).   She and I had a wonderfully lighthearted conversation about the area, though.  She had a very contagious laugh, so whenever she laughed I laughed with her and both of our voices could be heard by everybody around.

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I usually make my way to a shrine at the first of the year, but this time I chose to appreciate a temple.  Places like these need to be appreciated.  It was nice seeing people come around to clean up around the place.  People often bring energy and restore vitality to an old run down place.  I really love how Japanese will often times take very good care of old things.  Just because it’s old doesn’t mean it’s broke.  Sometimes I wish I had taken better care of my things in the past.  The sentimental value that old belonging can create can be a beautiful thing.  

Western Women vs. Japanese Women

 

Families.com is a forum for mostly women seeking advice on a wide range of issues regarding love, marriage, and sex.    The excerpt below was posted by a woman who goes by the name “unhappy wife.”  Just a note for the reader, the original thread is a bit old and has since been locked by the moderator of that forum, but thought, as a lead in to this topic, that this woman, unhappywife, would be the prime example for the title of my posting.   I feel that “thesoulofjapan” needs to address this topic.

unhappywife: I have no respect for my husband. Since the day I met him he has lied to me. He lied about his age, where he comes from etc. Recently I found out that he went with his co-workers to a hooters type bar on his lunch hour at work. He lied and said he just ran in and picked up the food and I found out from his co-worker that they in fact stayed there and ate. He said he did not know it was a hooter type bar and that he was too embarrassed to leave and hated every minute of it. His co-worker said my husband was very uncomfortable the whole time but she could be lying as well and why is he going to hooters type bars on his lunch and with women co-workers in the first place? Im just so disgusted by him.

My response: It’s not against the law for any married man or woman to visit a hooters bar.  Just because he’s married doesn’t mean he has to give up his feelings of passion.  He lied to you in order to protect himself; many men would do the same if they knew they could get away with it.   The problem with women in general is that they have very little respect for the truth itself when it comes from a man.   A man could fess up to something in an attempt to be honest and then get burnt in the process.  Often times women will continually harass a man over the truth he had told her months or even years ago.  For example, if a married man decides to go out and purchase something for himself he feels obligated to withhold this information from his partner or spouse initially because it’s easier to explain away rather than to fess up.  A man doesn’t want to feel like he has to account for every single thing to everyone and he doesn’t need to hear his wife “bitch and moan” over every single nickel and dime he spends, especially if he’s the main bread winner. 

 

Accusations  like “ where were you?”  “ Why didn’t you call me?”  are things men do not want to hear, women wouldn’t want to hear those things either, I assume.  Men are pure in the sense that they seek the truth, as evident in our history, whereas women are more inclined to believe what they choose to believe, and who would most often  rather accept a lie over the truth, simply because its easier to accept that than the truth.   Men will throw their lives away in search for the truth, and even kill in the name of  truth.

 

Most husbands who confess to some truth about something that happened years, or even decades ago, his wife or spouse will always find a way to use it against him, like a weapon, come argument time. 

 

What men need most from their spouses is understanding and empathy.  They don’t need to be judged  for every single action and decision they make.  They don’t want to be told how to feel and how to think by an unsympathetic housewife who only thinks about her own selfish needs and not the husbands needs, men are human beings, too.  Women should be patient and not judge a man over every single truth he tells his spouse.  If he wants to go to a hooters bar, or buy a beer he should be able to do so without fear of being interrogated by his own wife!

 

For centuries, the Japanese household was one where there was very little discussion at the dinner table; women mainly spoke only when spoken to.  They weren’t mouthy or disrespectful to their husbands like they have become today.  Present day society is now similar to the West where the Japanese housewife takes the lead in everything, and most often times show very little respect for the husband.  This has lead to more divorces and break ups nowadays than at anytime in history. 

 

Times haven’t got any better for women either, but in any society single motherhood is still not the answer.   Single motherhood can work, but is not the direction societies should go, nor encourage.  A mother and father is always better for raising children in the long run.

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unhappywife: One day we were at the park with our 4 year old son and this man riding his bike almost ran down our son. The man had the nerve to tell me off and called me a *****. My husband did not say a word to this man. I defended myself and my son alone. Little situations like this happen often. He is timid and afraid to ask for what he wants at resturants, he gets nervous around crowds. He often makes promises to his friends to take time out of his schedule to do things from them and later regrets it.
My husband is a coward and a weak man. I always wonder what he would do if a intruder broke into our home. would he defend us? I always think of that song the coward of the county by kenny rogers. Its really sad I have such little confidence in him.
Everyone I know thinks that my husband is a good person and for the most part he seems okay. He does not drink and normally does not party at bars. I was shocked to hear he had been at that bar while at work.

For me being a so called good person is not enough. I want a man I can trust. Someone who will not lie and someone who would lay down their life for me and our child.
How can I go on in this marriage with such little respect for my husband? I dont trust anything he says anymore. I think he is weak and unable to stand up to his friends. I think I will end up getting more hurt if I stay around.
I really want to go back to school and make a better life for my son and I. Im afraid to leave now and be left in the ghettos with my son. What can I do?
Afraid to be alone yet fed up wth this coward.

Me: Why don’t you lay down your life for your husband?  Your mouth writes checks your ass can’t cash.  Your husband is more of a man than you think.  Sometimes allowing a dangerous situation to pass is the best thing to do, unless there was a physical confrontation.   Your husband is no super hero, he’s not a street brawler, he’s a man who has to get up everyday and go to work in order to provide for an ungrateful wife.  That’s his commitment to you.  Maybe if you learn how to keep your mouth shut in situations where neither you nor your husband have the physical advantage, where he’s not beaten to a pulp, is the best and wisest choice.   You should think about your husbands safety too!  You wouldn’t want him in jail or in the hospital, now would you? 

 

In Japan, many Japanese housewives  often complain about their husbands not being man enough to protect them.  I’ve often times heard women complain that their Japanese boyfriends or husbands lack the testicular fortitude to stand up to social injustices or people in general, and at how these women yearn for the ideal man who could be everything for and all things for these women. 

 

The cause for this unmanliness  in Japan is systemic.  Manliness is not encouraged in Japanese society at all.  The very notion of a brute man is one that is reckless and dangerous to society, and one that is incapable of rational thoughts.  Ever since MacArthur castrated the Japanese psyche generations ago, most Japanese men now, as a result, struggle to find their place and  meaning in society.  This type of thinking has lead to a type of white worship which  is a disease that serves to weaken the determination and will of men here, and one that affects almost the entire population, including the Japanese woman, especially the ones who feel that since its easy for Western women to divorce,  they should divorce too, and that some how this will make their life better because a white westerner was able to do it, so why not the Japanese woman too.

 

Lastly, in order to draw a comparison here I will use a personal reference point.  Before I moved to Japan the company I used to work for was ran by a lot of incompetent managers.  In the office where I worked I had two female manager who were very open about their sex lives.  I remember them telling me stories about their husband’s penis and how incompetent and useless they were in the sack.  The senior manager would tell me things about her labor pains and all sort of things that turned my stomach. 

 

She had absolutely no respect for her husband at all, not even for herself for that matter.  She would verbally talk about her own husband like a dog in front of me and others.   These types of conversations really turned me off from Western women in general.  It’s not the first time either I have heard of such vile conversation from Western women.  Sure, Japanese women are not exempt from their “girl talk” but there is a line that they won’t or rarely ever  cross in matters of what they discuss about their own relationships.

 

From this point is where I feel there are differences between Japanese and Western housewives in my experiences.  Japanese women may complain about their husbands amongst their own contemporaries, but they will never trash talk about the intimate details of their own marriages in front of strangers or acquaintances.   The Japanese housewife for the most part respects her husband regardless of what kind of man he is, coward or not.   There is still some modicum of respect left in the institution of marriage in Japan, even when the man is not the most manly of men.

1.01.2010

New Year Confectionary 2010

confection

One of the things I really love about Japan is its endless variety of sweets, or sometimes called confectionary.

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As the nights grow colder, I like to warm up with a nice hot tea and one of these delightfully delectable seasonal sweets. Every major department store has them and you can get them for every season.

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My favorite department store for these sweets is Sogo, which is a major department store chain located in just about every major city in Japan. I was there on the 31st around noon and the place was packed not only with my favorite kind of eye candy but also food.

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All of these little delicious delights are tasty and sweet, so some hot houjicha or green tea will work better.

What a wonderful way to end the first full day of the new year.

Happy New Year everyone!

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