O Christmas Tree!

I used to have mixed feelings about Christmas trees. On the one hand, I felt that in an increasingly deforested world, it wasn’t right to grow plantations of trees only to cut them down for a few weeks of decorations. On the other hand, having an adorned tree in your living room with gifts underneath is a very happy thing to behold.

The solution for most is to either have a plastic tree, which is problematic unto itself, or have a live potted tree, a fantastic idea. Or as I like to do, just go and visit all the Christmas trees around town.

There are plenty of the traditional pine and fir Christmas trees. Moka loves them and this one is her favorite. She runs up to it every time we pass by and yanks at the ornaments.

Mitsukoshi tree

These next two are made of everyday objects. One is made of magazines and newspapers and the other is made of cork. There should be a movement to make Christmas trees out of recycled materials, like CDs, rags and euro bills.

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My personal favorite was a brilliantly lit tree in Aqua City, an indoor mall by Tokyo Bay. The colors constantly changed and at regular intervals there was a light show accompanied by a lot of dramatic music. A little over the top but magical.

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Aqua City christmas tree

Aqua City christmas tree

But nothing beats the trees, alive and festive, in nature itself. Usually, the leaves change colors in late November here in Tokyo, but this year was very late. The colors have been peaking in the last week or so just in time for Christmas.

May your Christmas and the New Year be equally colorful and vibrant.

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Thankful, Historically Speaking

In many ways we’ve regressed as a society over the past decade or so or longer.  But in the big picture, over the last hundred years, the world overall has become much much better.  And I’m thankful for being in the world now.  It’s not perfect, and let’s be clear, there are places in the world now that are as worse than the worst places a hundred years ago.  But globally it’s pretty damn good if you compare it to the recent and distant past.

I enjoyed reading this Nicholas Kristof column about how the world has fewer wars, less genocide, less racism and sexism, and is less violent in general.  It’s well worth a read by a writer normally fixated on the empty half of the glass.  I began thinking about how my life would be different if I were living a hundred years or so ago.

I’m thankful for being alive.

A thousand years ago, the average life expectancy was 24 years old.  And it was largely a brutal 24 years.  A hundred years ago the average life expectancy of an American was 47 for men, 51 for women.  In Korea at the time, the life expectancy during the Japanese occupation plummeted to 37 years old.  I’d already be dead by now if my family had never immigrated to the US.  And even then, I’d only have a few more years left.

I’m thankful for my freedom.

In fact, it’d be more likely that I’d be one of the 5.4 million plus conscripted soldiers and workers forced into labor by the Japanese Empire.  Most of the world at that time was under some form of imperial tyranny.  I wouldn’t be an American quietly typing in a Tokyo apartment.  I’d be an imperial subject toiling away in a mine living a much shorter life.

A hundred years ago in Oregon, one of the places I call home, I wouldn’t have been able to own land nor vote and I’d be living in fear of being lynched or have my settlement raided by white locals.  Also, I wouldn’t have been able to be in an interracial relationship, which was punishable by hanging.

I’m thankful my daughter has choices.

In fact, a century ago, no women were able to vote anywhere in the world.  New Zealand was the first in 1917.  Qatar only granted it in 1997.  Hey, Qatar, welcome to civilization!

She can now get a safe abortion.

She can get a divorce.

She has more legal protection against violence and discrimination.

I’m thankful for a healthy family.

If you have complaints about your doctor now, 90% of physicians then didn’t even have a college education.

There was no insulin.  I’m thankful that my diabetic father is in great health.

There were no antibiotics.  So the leading causes of death in the US in order were pneumonia, the flu, tuberculosis and diarrhea.  All easily treatable now.

In Japan, my baby daughter gets free healthcare until 6 years old.  I’m pretty sure that didn’t exist back then.

We don’t live in a perfect world but we do live in an improving world.  So today at least I’m thankful for all the things I have.  Tomorrow I’ll go back to the fight to make it better.

Yebisu Culture Festival

There were a flurry of three day weekends in the last weeks of this summer and the Ebisu Garden Place held a festival during each of them.  The last one, which had live music and interactive art, was my favorite.  Here were some of the highlights I enjoyed most.

Polka Dot Dresses

The live music ranged from children’s choirs to a gospel ensemble to opera.  My favorite were the flamenco dancers and musicians.  I’d never seen so many red and white polka dot dresses in one place.  Having one of the guitarists resemble Hurley from Lost was a bonus.

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Photos of the Week: The Zoo Storefront

A one year old notices things that escapes the attention of adults.  A child’s eye-level is closer to the ground.  Like the boar’s head and skull on the chair below that Moka strenuously pointed to, and then gravely stared at.

I wonder what the restaurant was trying to advertise with this display?  Do they serve a lot of gamey pork?  Is it an establishment where ‘men can be men’?  Are hunters and taxidermists welcome?  Is it a warning to those born in the year of the boar?  Moka didn’t seem interested in finding out so we moved on.boar's head Continue reading

Photos of the Week: Animal Tracks, Gifts, and Esperanto

Throughout the week I take a lot of pictures of things that catch my eye. So I’m going to start a new series of posts to share the best of those pictures with a little background story for each of them.

Asphalt Art

In the last year Yoyogi Park widened and repaved its entrance. I suspect it was done to chase off the mini homeless camp that inhabited its fringe and deter skateboarders. Now it’s a soulless blacktop. Except for these simple and whimsical silhouettes.

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Steve Jobs: Pioneer of the Creative Process

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Steve Jobs envisioned a world where anyone could have access to tools to fully realize their creativity. Being an artist, being creative, shouldn’t be some specialized profession requiring expensive sensitive equipment. (All things relative of course. While a computer is still expensive, music mixing equipment, for instance, is much much more.)  So as my personal homage to Steve, here are Ten Things that Steve Jobs Has Provided Me to Help Me Be a Fully Creative Person.

1. The Personal Computer. So many things we take for granted in our computing life came from Apple under Steve Jobs. While Apple didn’t make the first personal computer, they were the first to make them useable by non-engineers and non-programmers. Things like icons and menus began under Apple. Before the mouse, people entered text into a command line to navigate…well there was nothing to navigate. The color screen? Apple. Listening to sound and inputing sound? Peripherals that plugged and played? That was Apple too. If you’re not a native English speaker, Apple was the first to support languages other than English. Continue reading

Birth of a Building

There seems to be at least one construction project going on in my neighborhood at any time. That’s Tokyo. Buildings disappear and new ones come up constantly, all within a couple months.

Last year an old wooden house was demolished to make way for a new building. This one happened to be right in front of my apartment building so I took pictures of it through the whole process.

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I remember the day when they removed the roof. There were great plumes of dust and debris from the crumbling shingles. I felt sorry for the people who lived downwind. Hopefully they didn’t hang any laundry that day. Continue reading