On the first day that I was finally able to start chopping fans I mistook my left index finger for bamboo. THWACK! I don’t have a pic of the initial damage but it almost made me throw up and pass out. I feel overly dramatic about it because the wound is only about a centimeter long. It’s just that it went about 3 mm deep. It think that’s what made me so woosy. For as deep of a wound as it was, there was surprisingly little blood. When it first happened I squeezed it open to see how deep it went and I saw Uruguay. (That’s what’s on the other side of the planet from my current location.) It’s healing up super fast though. I attribute that to the fact that I cut it with my very sharp Japanese made knife. (Read, “Hattori Hanso.”)
There’s just so many! Maybe I’m nutty about Japan because Japan gets nutty about things with the same fervor that I do.
I got to make udon noodles in Takamatsu in a workshop hosted by the gentle man who runs the Samurai Apartment in which I stayed! It was really cool! I’ll post a little about the lodging too because I really enjoyed my stay there. If any of you ever plan to go to the art islands in Japan, I recommend Samurai Apartment!
I keep coming across more stuff, and it’s weird.
As part of my fitness journey I cut sugar way down in my diet. My plan when I came to Japan was to reintroduce it slowly back into my system because I really didn’t want to deny myself the delights of the sweets in Japan. Yeah that “slowly” part? Who am I kidding. Sugar is flowing through my veins like a shinkansen, which as a matter of cooincidence, happens to be where I’m writing you from now! Let’s look at some sweets, shall we?
Just an image dump! I take pics of all of the cat stuff I see when meandering about. Japan really adores its cats! Probably another reason I love the culture so much. Enjoy! I tell you, the world would be an awesome place if we had black cats delivering our packages. Or maybe no packages would ever get delivered because they’d be too busy licking their butts. I tell you what though, if you order any bloodied small animal body parts, those are regularly delivered every morning without question. I had asked if a black cat plushie was for sale when I was getting my luggage squared away. The woman who was helping me said “no” but then disappeared into the back can came back with this little cloth as a gift. <3 I walked past this place a few times and there was a line about 30 cute Japanese girls long. Decided to see what this fuss was about. This was a baked brown sugar drink. It was pretty good. Not too sweet. Reminds me of the invisible bike meme. I saw someone wearing this shirt here two years ago and wanted it so bad. I saw it in a store and approached a girl at the checkout counter and asked her to please explain the story of “Nyanprim” to me. She giggled all the way through it but I finally understand. It’s a parody of Supreme brand clothing and Nyan is the name of the cat I think. The Japanese changed the end of the word to “prim” instead of “preme” because it sounds more correct in their language. I’ve got so many more cats for you I’m going to save them for a second post! Have a great day! Love, Furaidochikin.
Hey guys! Busy writing some doozies so I’m throwing together another weird stuff post to keep you happy. Let’s get on with it. Ikemasho! (In Japanese that means, “Let’s go!”) Cat 1: Weird Stuff I simultaneously wanted and didn’t want to see Ryder in these. I short circuited and didn’t buy them. I missed the shot of the man’s smiling face. Please enjoy several asses. Why is there a hole in the seat? EXCEPT THAT FAT STACK OF BILLS! They went over lots of forms and then this dude pulled out all that cash. Crazy! That’s not how male anatomy works, Japan! I struggled with whether to put this into an upcoming post about cats or leave it here. Here you go! Cat 2: Cool Stuff Wayyyyyyy overpriced. Perception, scarcity, economics, something, something. Lorena?! That’s all for now guys. Fingers are bleeding from writing so much! Got lots more coming for you! Love, Furaidochikin. Oh hey! Have you subscribed yet? It’s so nice to be able to see who’s reading. Thank you all!
I’m dealing with that jet lag thing again. Keep waking up at about 3am. Last night I faded fast at 9pm, sitting among friends after an insane meal and a single glass of wine. As I begin to compose this post, I am in the middle of my one night stay in Onishi which, due to some tight planning on my part, is very unfortunate and far too short. I’m glancing out of the window in my room at Horiguchi-san’s ryokan. Fresh cool air touches my face and the songbirds and frogs are competing with each other for my attention. An old man passes in front of me, crossing a bridge on his 4:30 am walk. I am overtaken with an insane amount of gratitude and feeling great to be alive today, here, in this tiny town with these incredible people. I don’t want to say that Onishi isn’t remarkable because that feels wrong. It has so many interesting things to offer and places to see like the soy factory, the residency, the flea market, and the special little cracker shop. But is it a destination city for people to come and escape? Not really – there are probably better places for that. This could be Tinytownjapan anywhere but it’s the people here that make it so special.
Alright guys. As promised, here’s a picture heavy post to make up for no pictures on the last one. I know how much you guys like the werid stuff posts too! This is stuff from generally walking around but most of it is from the Mega Don Quijote in Shibuya. It’s part grocery store, part souvenir shop, but pretty much ALL weird. It’s awesome. Let’s start off with a bang, shall we? (Might need to warn you with a NSFW tag here…)
It’s my annual trip to The World Makerfaire in New York and I have several things to write about. Since the Faire is located at the New York Hall of Science in Flushing Meadows (you know… the place where the climactic alien spaceship scene in Men in Black was filmed) I stay in Flushing. Flushing is heavily populated by several Asian cultures which makes me a happy, happy girl. I have covered all the major food groups: The bubble tea group, ramen group, sushi group, and dim sum group.
Been home for a week now. Want to finish up the Dutch design week posts and get that nagging tea ceremony post finished. (No disrespect to the tea ceremony, of course!) It’s awesome being home and holing up feels all kinds of right for me here. I think the cats are helping me out on that front. I’m finally sleeping normally, from 10:30 to 6:30, and I feel rested. YES. The first few days were tough because I was waking up at 4. I’d make my tea as quietly as I could and turn on AC Origins, also quietly, and would play until Ryder woke up. Usually though, it had me hooked until noon… the way video games tend to do.
I’m home. I can’t believe it. I CAN’T BELIEVE IT. Everything is so familiar yet none of this feels like mine. At least my body remembers where everything is and I haven’t knocked anything over or jammed my toes on anything while jet-laggedly fussing with stuff in the dark. As an added bonus, I get to write to you this morning with a soft, warm, purring animal in my lap. I’ll have to see what kind of moisturizer Ryder’s been using. The return home was a solid 25 hours of travel but everything went very smoothly despite my worrying that it wouldn’t. Let me tell you about it!