Saturday

The Beauty and the Horror

I was inspired by the likes of the late great Mishima Yukio and Leonardo Fujita. None are related to sake or Jukujo love yet both share a love of ephemeral beauty. The pulsing rock hard penis of the Japanese twink and the glory of the throne was Mishima's great masturbatory achievement through playwriting. Fujita's was the love of white skinned beauty accentuated by refined musculature - both men brilliant. Both men represented divergent views that need to be reconciled. One extreme Japanese writer after another exploring fragments of the same beauty in different forms and styles of writing and expression.

The story of the soul of Japan, is that of the bounding hulking beauty of the white skinned Jukujo, and streams of sake flowing down from mountaintops into mist thick hot outdoor onsen; snowcapped peaks in the backdrop with a fluttering Hinomaru. White people are lost in translation, and I might rescue you, but.... Well.... Hmmm. Stop trying to reinvent Nihonshu, and stop disparaging the symbols of this country. Leave it like it is and stop importing your gods here. Leave your white privilege elsewhere so that old traditions can still thrive here. You are not helping. Stop exporting Japan then reinventing it just to make a profit, too. First, we have to reconcile the old with the new generation. And don't steal my thunder. Stay in your lane.

("At any rate, don't confuse my obsession with moral turpitude either")

This blog cuts ✂️ through the beautifully gift wrapped bullshit. Removing all impurities that have poisoned the disposition of Japan. Mishima tried to remerge the soul of the nation back to its former glory through the power of his passion. Though his sacrifice was largely in vain, fragments of his soul are reborn in other forms, some through my expression.

Leonardo Fujita changed gods on his death bed. Renouncing those of his ancestors, died a Catholic. His exploration into white skinned worship took him to 🇫🇷 France where his skills were refined and honed. He even invented the color white in painting forever changing canvas art.


Before I fully digress, I recall the works of the late Shumei Okawa a convicted war criminal who was spared the same fate as his brethren translated the Koran into Japanese from his sickbed. He too changed gods. Disavowed by his god, never once was he honored at Yasukuni. In the end, he would try to save his own soul.

All of these men exemplified beauty in strength in their work in the latter part of their lives. Beauty and Death were synonymous with Mishima’s prose. That dying young and at the height of one’s beauty was better than dying old. White worship abounds in Japan, true, from antiquity to the present. It is a sin of the soul. The only white beauty is Asian beauty.

I wish to steer this great titanic, Japan, back onto its course. To help it reestablish its orbit. At the present, the whole country has been knocked out of its kilter. This needs to be remedies and that is why this blog was born. I seek to explore the beauty of the nation and its core gods and bounty. To remerge the elements that bring it balance and harmony through my prose.

("There are over 8 million gods in Japan! How many do you know or remember?")

I am a sake lover who enjoys the beauty of Nihonshu a drink that used to be revered for its godlike qualities, and reserved for the holy. Things have certainly changed. When I write about Nihonshu I like to include the essence of it and how best to enjoy it. In particular. I think sake is best enjoyed in nature surrounded by large breasted Jukujo in a hot tub tucked away in a deep valley far away from the peering eyes of the Tokyo pervs who have lost all sense of normalcy.

Japanese cuisine and Nihonshu enhance each other and bring out the essence of country. The spiritual ebb & flow of the nation. Combined with matrons, sake lubricates the wheels of social interaction and creates and other worldliness of merriment and laughter. A warm conviviality. I love it when a petite Japanese woman drinks with confidence and can hold her own. Japanese men in general drink poorly, and become dull and stupid. Whites become annoying and pretentious. Be more like me. Laid back and chill. Entertain the matrons. Eat slowly. Breath in the sweat and perfume of Jukujo while enjoying the aromatics of good Nihonshu.


Thursday

The Suburbs of Tokyo.

The Suburbs of Tokyo.
There are 23 wards in Tokyo designated as special wards. They are special because they have the highest income per capita per household in Japan. You will also find the highest rents and property taxes in this area. Many choose to live here due to its proximity to business centers and shopping areas. Basically, most of the suburbs in Tokyo are within the special ward limit. When compared to other cities and burbs outside of Tokyo, areas in north Kanto and south of Shinagawa have equally as beautiful suburbs with cheaper rents and mortgages. A really nice thing about living within the 23 wards is that walking is a breeze. You can get to the city center on foot in a little under an hour depending on where you live. Buses come every 15 minutes and can take you almost anywhere. In this post, I want to recommend a city called Setagaya, a city famous for chic cafes, swanky bistros, and excellent ethnic cuisines. In addition, I will tell you about a light walking course where you can enjoy flowers and views. If you really want to enjoy some amazing coffees then I recommend: 

COFFEA EXLIBRIS : 〒155-0032 Tokyo, Setagaya City, Daizawa, 5 Chome−8−16 アニーズ / https://coffeaexlibris.shop-pro.jp/ 

Another really good place if you like sake is here at KIURA SAKE Izakaya / 〒154-0024 Tokyo, Setagaya City, Sangenjaya, 2 Chome−14−21 ウラビル1F 2F 三茶氣 / https://asia-kitchen.co.jp/kiura/ This place has an impressive selection of sake from all over Japan. One of the most unique-looking restaurants in Tokyo. 


 If you are into old-school French pastries, then for sure stop here: Octobre 3 Chome-23-9 Taishido, Setagaya City, Tokyo 154-0004 / https://itot.jp/13112/3967 / 

 If you are into unique curries then I recommend Rojiura Curry SAMURAI / 〒060-0063 Hokkaido, Sapporo, Chuo Ward, Minami 3 Jonishi, 6 Chome−1-3 ティアラ36 2F / http://samurai-curry.com/shop_sakura/

Friday

Onsen & Typhoons



The best time to visit a luxury onsen spa is in the heavy rain ☔️ or when a typhoon is moving just off the coast.

You get the cold winds that bring with it big droplets 💧 of rain and gusty winds. Depending on the construction of the spa, A-frame metal-reinforced roofs withstand the strong winds while at the same time allowing torrential showers to pour in from the balustrade.

Imagine coming out of a really hot dry sauna and walking out into the cold wind and rain shower. Windy and divine. You are a storm captain.

After being cooled down by a typhoon, hop into that hot spa. The mineral richness in the water begins to soothe and relax your whole entire body.

Most modern spas will have a big flat-screen TV in the outdoor tub area. This is really nice as one can relax while enjoying the news.

It’s a small slice of heaven and it’s not crowded. The sound of the typhoon reminds you of just how powerful and dangerous it is outside, but is also a cultural feature of Japan. The Japanese are always calm in the face of danger and uncertainty, like North Korean missiles fly overhead every year, the locals carry on without fear nor care.

After a hot soak in the spas, I head downstairs to the dining area for a one-liter-sized draft beer! This is not your typical 350ml or even 500ml size. I think it is much bigger. The perfect way to hydrate if you ask me.


Next, fried foods, fried foods, and more fried dishes.

Deep-fried squid


Fries


Crispy deep-fried chicken


Lastly, but definitely not least is a nicely chilled Daiginjo!



Saturday

Nagoyaka Tei, Harutori Branch

 なごやか亭 釧路春採店 / Nagoyaka Tei, Harutori Branch

7 Chome-1-10 Harutori, Kushiro, Hokkaido 085-0813

mitsuboshi.net

I've been here several times a few years back and still love the quality and volume of the fish served daily here. It's rarely ever frozen but is iced from catch to table. I especially recommend the fatty tuna, all reasonably priced. It's extremely busy here, so recommend visiting on weekdays.

Click on the website and take a look at the fish.

Thursday

From the Desk of .....


Doggy Diapers

It has been a while since posting a right-wing piece on Japan, but here it goes...

Travel anywhere in Japan and you may discover that the foundation of every prefecture here is in its shrines and temples; fermented rice brews; washoko (traditional cuisine); Showa era matures; an onsen ( natural geothermal spas ). The nation of Japan as a whole share a common identity both linguistically and in principle. A true marvel to behold. No other nation is quite like it to be honest.

Sure, you may have your own valid reasons for visiting this island nation and seeing it through the lens of a tourist. You may not even care about the things I mentioned above, but this is fine too and is merely a matter of perception. You may be stuffing your face with ungodly amounts of extreme ramen with 400 grams of pork stacked sky-high on a bowl of noodles. You may probably even be gorging yourself with a plate of conveyor belt sushi - 30 plates! Groping your own belly. Or stuffing yourself into a kimono. You might be dressing up as your favorite manga character. Whatever floats your boat.

Somebody's grandson is shopping for adult diapers again, which still outsells baby diapers. I'm sure the grandson is wondering when he'll be able to muster up the courage to have a child of his own. He's still shy and a virgin clear into his 30s. If the granddaughter is a female ( she may not identify with pronouns) , she or them are probably still a single office lady ( person ) with an expensive collection of wines and one single passion fruit on her/its veranda; because that's all the passion she'll / they'll ever know. They are simply too scared of LOVE. Self-inflicted purgatory.

Back in the day during my ALT days, when I was liberating the young Japanese youth from Western decadence, Koizumi was in full march and swing with his battalion of LDP members visiting the shrines of shrines. His message was about unifying the body of the nation. The body politic Yamato. Reconciliation with the old and the new. He was a man of the Kojiki. He was a man of Japan. Most Japanese men of today fear such topics. They quiver in their boots. I can already hear their nervous chuckles in the distance behind a thinly veiled smile. Obsequious in nature.

The rising crescent and chisel of China has risen over the horizon against the glorious backdrop of the Hinomaru casting a shadow over its people. The future of Japan is uncertain now for sure, especially since you've got Rahm Emmanuel on his way over here ( former gov. of Chicago), and his boss biden. Please. Hands off Japan. Leave it to us to manage its foreign policy from the sidelines. Bonzai!

Anyway, the secret to happiness is good sake, good sleep, good onsen, good Jukujo, good food.

Tuesday

愛媛県 Ehime Prefecture Iyo Province

Ehime Prefecture




Everything this blog represents is embodied in Shikoku.  When you break everything down, it's about the "dashi" a stock that is the cornerstone of all Japanese cuisine. 

Jyakoten Fish Cake



It's the "umami" in the cuisine, that glutamate that adds savoriness to meats and soups. 




It's the sweet round goodness in the "mikan" tangerines.  The pure water in the nihonshu - fermented rice brew.  

Mikan Onigiri





It's having Dogo Onsen, the oldest "onsen" natural geothermal springs; over 2000 years old.  Shikoku is the mecca for pilgrimages in Japan.  People come from far and wide to find a spiritual identity. 




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  It's the refinement in the Jukujo

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I was inspired by the likes of the late great Mishima Yukio and Leonardo Fujita. None are related to sake or Jukujo love yet both share a...