Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Dementia for Disney
Uncommon Ramen
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Checking out the other side of The Cove
Recent acclaim for Oscar-award winning documentary, The Cove, has unveiled a small Japanese fishing town to be a mechanism of dolphin slaughter. Japan is essentially the only nation that kills and consumes dolphins. Every year, nearly 23,000 dolphins die by the hand of Japanese fisherman in Taiji, Japan. Because of the shock value felt by oceanographic associations and animal rights activists around the world, this issue is seen as a national concern, one which was understood by the heroic efforts of a film crew and dolphin enthusiasts alike who risked arrest to bring the truth to light.
If the filmmakers could demonstrate a deeper understanding of the Japanese culture, one that would present both the traditional side and global opposition, the film could be more effective. Instead, watching ocean water run red with dolphin blood by way of guerrilla camera tactics simply instigates an emotional response, one of moral contempt.
The purpose of the film was to try and get Japan to stop killing dolphins. It could be argued that the filmmakers and activists weren’t bluntly attacking Japanese society all together, just this “tradition” in which they deemed unknown to the majority of Japanese.
Yet, if Japanese tradition was honestly analyzed, it should have been stated that whale was one of the principle staples of protein during World War II, when the country was in a bleak state of turmoil and, as an island nation, they used the resources they could to survive. Due to dire need, Japanese used every part of the whale, including oils and certain tendons of the mammal as a substitute for rubber or plastic in various manufactured goods such as athletic equipment.
Most Japanese may not have known about Taiji’s yearly dolphin slaughters, but they certainly knew about the Japanese habit of whaling, whether it was understood by living it or reading about the makeshift survival attempts of the people during times of war. The film seems to blur the distinction between the incident they were trying to document in Taiji and problems that could occur with whaling and sustainability.
Japanese are not blameless in this matter. Their politicians are just as corrupt as those of the Western world, considering how the Japanese bought votes from impoverished countries such as Dominica and St. Kitts to vie for whaling support at international whaling conferences where the majority of participants are opposed to Japanese habits of whaling. However, this doesn’t make Japan any more corrupt of a country than any other.
Yet, we should feel responsible for understanding a situation fully before judging it based off of one film that takes a moral high-ground to chastise a nation of people who are otherwise uninvolved with dolphin hunting. If the filmmakers could exhibit the sensibility and sensitivity to the culture they were scrutinizing, then it would have deserved more than just an Oscar.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Onsen Kinosaki
Known for crab, Kinosaki boasts boatfuls of fresh crustacean on a daily basis. Often, it is the best culinary souvenir from this quiet north Hyogo town.
Lush mountain ridges encapsulate the small seaside village, and it is as peaceful from the top of the ropeway as it is around town. Light pockets of scattered sun spots made it easy to enjoy the surroundings. A steam strolled through the streets as leisurely as our nonchalance.
Making onsen tamago was easy. We just bought a mesh sack of raw eggs and put them in onsen water for about 10minutes. After, we clipped the top of the egg and enjoyed the deliciously half-cooked egg straight from the shell.
It could be the rose-colored glasses I've been looking through these days, or the fact it was my twenty-fifth birthday, or just a growing affinity for a culture that once seemed callously unknown; but, Kinosaki seemed a destination of uncharted happiness. It was a haven of relaxation, but in a quaint way. Ryokans lined the narrow streets following a shallow river with adorably small bridges. Old English lamp posts like the one you would imagine in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe marked every few feet with even more charm. And the peacefulness of absolute tranquility was the purpose of this town's existence--at least for me.
Actually eating the crab was much better than taking photos of it in the street. Yakiniku and crab nabe were in order for the feast of champions after realizing that was the only option for the evening. I guess closing shops and restaurants at 7pm was natural for a cozy town such as Kinosaki. Everyone was lounging like sedated frogs by the hot onsen pools or privately in their ryokan.
Before the train ride home, a foul-tempered foot bath attempted to warm our feet as the rest of us was drenched with a heavy rain and wind. I held on to the sunlit Sunday the day prior and remembered how beautiful that day would always seem--as a memento of perfection in the simplest of ways.
But, the weather was no mention because the company was so great. That's what I'll truly remember.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Sleeping is giving in
Monday, March 1, 2010
A sentou experience
My most recent infatuation has been in the vein of Japanese relaxation style. Sentous or public baths aren't the eerie American-style public baths you would never visit, but only hear stories about the married men who do, leading some sort of double life, frolicking to abandoned parks to partake in clandestine gay sex. Public baths in Japan are of a completely different nature, and one that represents a pinnacle of Japanese modern and ancient culture.
Each sentou features a variety of different whirlpool baths, some even include underwater electric currents that massage your body from the inside. It feels as if there is some source trying to suck out your organs, but if you just let go, it's relaxing.
There are outdoor pools, sauna and steam rooms as well as gambanyoku, a hot rock bed in which you lay on to soothe back aches. Most sentou come equipped with beer vending machines, which complete the ultimate relaxation in a 40C pool. Showers are aplenty as well as wrinkly naked women with untrimmed bush. It's rather amazing how long their hair can grow--like the whiskers of an old sensei.
In either case, sentous have enlivened my exercise regime as the relaxing finish to longer and longer runs. The sentou near Marine Pia, Taihenoyu, also boasts an excellent view of the Akashi Kaikyo Bridge and the Bay.