Sunday, June 3, 2012

Plausible lies and false truths


OK my choice of imagery might be a little graphic, I'll admit. But Japan is maybe a little like me, just a tad different!

So with that in mind, I should ask
"Just how did this peculiar, fascinating place, that is Japan, became my home? Or more to the point, was I at all prepared?"
Long before I'd ever visited, I'm sure 'my' Japan was made up of a lot of
'false truths, and quite plausible lies' 
Probably built up over a long time, and overall, I must have accumulated many weird and wonderful ideas about the whole of the Far East.

Like from a B&W telly (black and white TV), uttered in proper Queen's English, and with a stiff upper lip you know.
"Far East!" 
Only geographically possible if you come from the UK, of course.

But of Japan itself, the land of the rising sun, I wonder if you share any (perhaps all) from this my rather eclectic list on Nihon?

  1. WW2 movies - well I was born to a country only some 20 years out of World War II! Japan and the Axis were mortal enemies of the Allies. That was true. But often American war movies just created stereotypes, almost caricatures, of the Japanese. Source 1, the baddies.
     
  2. Nippon stamps - as a child in the early '70's I collected stamps. There I admit this much.  But I can, only just, recall that wonder with regards the troubling name, 'Nippon'. Source 2, amazingly detailed and ornate imagery of somewhere that annoyingly, would not use its correct name!
  3. James Clavell's Shogun. Some time in the late 70's I read my dad's copy of the book, because it had 'naughty bits' in it. But I was drawn in too, it was fascinating! The discovery of a 'new' world! Source 3, some fictional history and culture, though I never knew of William Adams.
  4. Monkey, the TV series - I no doubt watched this instead of studying for my O'Levels, back in the late 70's. Source 4, amazingly weird, but telling of the light hearted nature of Japanese humour.
  5. And Shogun the TV series, circa 1980. Source 5, hmmm, no idea what I learnt here!
  6. Turning Japanese, a song I listened to in 1980. Source 6, just a song, but still makes me giggle.
  7. I don't think I met real 'Japanese people' until the 90's! I had to emigrate to Australia for that. Source 7: polite, unassuming, friendly.

  8. And at last in the late 90's I made my first trip to Japan. I still recall being amazed at how different Japan was, and how, even though that first Englishman had come in 1600, I still felt like a real explorer in a 'new world'. Source 8: the real McCoy, truly mind blowing.
Was I prepared? Well not from that list. Maybe your list should include eating the food, learning some of the language, visiting a few times, reading some general history books on Japan, !, ?

Nope, you just have to come, you'll never be prepared :-)

So with regards the image above, what does this all have to do with farts? Nothing of course.

Except, maybe, that we really aren't that different. In fact, that image is very Viz and Johnny Fartpants. If you're not English that might throw you a little, so click the link.

My point, not that I'm likely to have one in this rambling piece, is that if you can laugh at the same thing, well you're well on your way to some mutual understanding, and being perhaps, just a little prepared!

Oh yes, to any repeat visitors, no I still can't speak Japanese.


Start of month 9.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Matsukaze for lunch


Today I had lunch at 松風 in Tomiku. まつかぜ! OK try ma-tsu-ka-zé. And I enjoyed it so much it got added to our dining page.

I started wondering about the name, which literally means 'Pine wind'. Yes, we all know kami-kaze (don't we?), but maybe not that it means 'God Wind'!

Anyway, I fell upon this wonderful image above

Ariwara no Yukihira and the two brinewomen, Murasame and Matsukaze", an 1886 woodblock print by Yoshitoshi

and a better translation of 松風 as

     'Wind in the Pines'

What I really didn't know was that it is also the name of a play. Now inside the restaurant the young owners seemed to like the arts, and so I'm guessing they may also know of this Noh play.

Of the image, well though Matsu can mean "pine tree" (松), it can also mean "to wait" or "to pine" (待つ). Matsukaze pines for the return of her courtier love!

All that from a quick drive and a curry for lunch. 

Wikipedia has four references on the word Matsukaze if you're really keen.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Looks like an adventure


I like road trips, so when wifey says how about this one, I can only say "OK!"

Yes, I spotted the water, so am planning mods to the car.


Apparently there are some very impressive bridges en route, looking something just like this


Japan, very exciting!

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Kunisaki has Moha's Kebab!


I've just given Moha a write-up on our Dining page because if you're here, you'll want to try them out. If you need a better recommendation, ask your taste buds.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Still quite crazy here in Japan

Not long ago I had commented on how, in Japan, one gets involved in all sorts of strange activities. Now please note, I'm really not the adventurous type. But here in countryside Japan, it would seem, there are third parties who will decide on one's interest, and willingness to participate, in just about anything. Yes indeed, and so one gets 'volunteered' into strange activities that teeter precariously between fun, on the one hand, and pure unadulterated insanity, on the other.

Ok, now I accept that I'm
'the only gaijin in the village'. 
People are bound to think about me, and wish to involve me, in whatever is happening locally. Even if my mind is elsewhere, pondering topics quite unworldly, like blogging, or particle physics, but not, definitely not, what had just transpired.

This time? Well, I became a thespian! Or maybe in keeping with my 'Little England' theme, might that be 'a Thesbian'?

Once again it's that old chestnut 'community', rearing its Gorgon like head! Community, to which I have previously conferred great benefits, and maybe now even more so, potential personal suffering. You will recall my close shave with Kendo!

Well this thesbian conversion began quite unbeknownst to me. Invited to a very local community group. One almost within spitting, but luckily just out of cursing, distance. I was told I MUST get involved in a play that my neighbours were planning. Play! Moi? But with no initial hints as to where it would all lead. Hey, I didn't speak Japanese after all, what could really be expected of me? It's just a little harmless fun I thought, with my neighbours, drinking beer, and sake, and bonding. Right?

Well the practice meetings started a month or so ago. Initially as boozy gatherings, where I wondered what was going on, due to the aforementioned Japanese and lack thereof, but it all did seem like quite harmless fun. Sure.

Then my lines grew in number. Props started appearing. Practices became more regular. But it wasn't until the last week beforehand, that I came to understand that the whole community would attend. Yes, a school theatre / sports complex full of them! Then wifey says, in final days before, 'oh, you're a, if not the, most crucial character'. "WHAAAAAT!".

So, if you wish to force feed some Japanese vocabulary and grammar into your noggin, then the fear of looking like a complete plonker in front of a whole community, it's one approach to acquiring that language!

I had some English lines which, really, could have been anything. No one would have known if I'd talked about my running buck naked through the paddy fields. But no, I said enough to please foreign ears, if do very little for their minds.

My Japanese lines I record here for posterity. A Japanese speaking part when one does not yet speak Japanese, is quite difficult if not nigh on impossible. Somehow, I got through. Apparently the audience understood me. The Japanese part at least.

ぼくわ にほんの いなかが すきです。

しぜんが たくさん あり、

ふるくて れきし の ある
すばらしい ばしょう が いっぱい あります。

にほんの よい ところ が いっぱい まなべます。

ぶろぐで くにさきお しょうかい しています。

I hate to admit it, but it was fun. I even received an ovation for simply saying "Good morning" to the audience, as I worked my English lines! The Japanese lines, well I won't translate, I'll leave it as an exercise for the reader, so you can only guess at how difficult this all was. For the poor old mute, and all but illiterate, cycling guyjin of Kunisaki.

[TODAY Sat Mar 3 2012 8:30pm : OMG I'm on cable TV! Yes, even a camera crew were out that night. Oh, when will it all end ;-)  ]

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Joubutsu temple for Shujou-onie festival

Saturday nights in the Japanese countryside probably could do with a little spicing up. Not that a Saturday night would be any more, or less, exciting than any other night. But if one threw in a little chanting, might that not do? That perhaps, and some flames! Oh yes, lots of flames!

To that end, last Saturday night, 28th Jan 2012 to be quite precise (if not somewhat anally retentive, but I'll do it anyway to assist with recording this event), we went out to another Japanese religious festival. Another? Well there are a darn lot of them you see. At least from my irreligious, gaijin and somewhat uninformed vantage point.

Quick point of reflection. Am I not now an insider, reporting on the secrets of Japanese culture? This is five months into life in Nihon. Obviously I have now a surprising wealth of knowledge and insight! "Oh hell no!". Maybe just enough to write these virtual 'postcards', so plenty enough I'd say to embarass myself and entertain you, but please, caveat lector.

So we were ready to go, with kids tucked quite snugly in bed. Or they would have been if there were any. I like to think of our sleeping arrangements as 'snug as a bug in a rug' - which is much closer to reality. Like when you're wrapped inside a futon lying on a tatami floor. Anyway, snug and under the watchful eye of おばあさん (obāsan, yes grandma). Another mini adventure awaiting under the Kunisaki moon of course, and luckily just another short drive from home.

So, what was this one all about? I have been trying to piece that together for myself, as I'm a bit slow on the culture thing at best. But add a foreign language and Japanese tradition, and it can be just a tad confusing. But come along for the ride.

It's dark and just a little chilly as we park on this country road with a telltale increase in roadside vehicles. We're just short of the temple, and I'm quite unwillingly leaving a car that was a pleasantly warm body cocoon. Joubutsu is our destination's name. Chilly JOU-BUTSU!

We do need an aside. Now that name that I don't quite comprehend, would be
じようぶつ (ji-yo-u-bu-tsu)
in my childish, but hopefully correct rendition of the place name in hiragana. The first Japanese character set that my kids are learning in school. I can also write, by changing the Japanese input method to Katakana
ジヨウブツ
but wait
Is he a traffic cop? "Wait!"
as a temple name, I don't think a character set meant for writing 'foreign' words has actually bought me anything. No sir. JI-YO-U-BU-TSU!

Now http://translate.google.com/ converts my hiragana to English, kindly telling me
Animals do the same!
Really! Now isn't that just interesting. But so wrong. I hope. And getting us nowhere.

Looking at my snaps I find my first photo of the night, taken as I arrive, and cut out the first piece of evidence. Yes, inspector Clouseau, à votre service!

where are we?
You'll see, if you care to look a little more closely. "Yes, you there, pay attention. No? Then go stand in the corner". At this Kanji which will get us back on track (certainly off the translation track with those peculiar animals)
成仏
which seems to have a few meanings, but I think I'm getting it now

The second one, 仏, is the butsu part which I know means Buddha.

One piece of the name puzzle solved.

But 成? I think it means 'become'. Yes, I like that, and it makes sense. 

You know you've got it correct when you can find the Japanese wikipedia entry for the place using this combination  成仏じ ( じ the hiragana for 'ji' or temple). And the web hit is
成仏寺 (国東市)
where we even get the final, partially obscured, Kanji character on our photo.
寺 
which of course is the Kanji for temple. In Clouseau French English: "the case is cleused".  
And end of aside.

From that link I get the idea that Joubutsu, apart from "Become a Buddha" also has another possible meaning that is "to enter nirvana", and so,
we did.

Within the walls it was time to chat, and wait for the Oni or daemons! Fire carrying ones. For this is to be a fire festival, where I'm completely guessing if Shujou has something to do with that. And we didn't have to wait long, as we arrived at 10:00pm, thanks to our friendly neighbourhood monk ぶんちょうさん (Buncho-san of Monjusen-ji).

Oni torches held high


So here I am standing in the grounds of a Tendai sect temple, with Onis' chanting something like "oni-wa yo!" with their torches held high. And when a turn arrives, it's time to crouch in the centre of the front yard with my fellow grovelers revelers, seeking a quick hit on the head with a big fiery stick! Well there were red onie's and black ones, and other happy characters I could not indentify. I've pasted together a large image that best conveys the story in happy snaps, so please click and look closer (it's a big image).

Click this collage for a visual treat.

No I don't actually get it of course, but it's surprisingly good fun nonetheless. I didn't catch on fire, and quite a few participants looked decidedly concerned that they might. Not that prior wisdom seemed to stop them.

So possibly I'm blessed, I certainly have a singe in my fleece top to prove it. But at least I didn't burst into flames, which I usually fear when I enter a Christian church, due to a life of missed communions. Little red and black devils, what next?

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Kendo, at my age!

If you come to Japan

DO NOT let your child do Kendo! 

Now there's nothing wrong with Kendo, don't get me wrong. Fine sport. Don't know anything about it, of course. Bunch of blokes (sorry and blokesses) charging each other with toy swords.

I can imagine worse.

But expect as a parent to get asked to do this!

 
Now I've never said no to anything. Ok, maybe I grumble a lot, and probably have said no to anything that would be better done with liberal application of Vaseline. But where do you run to when someone says you'll face off some junior with a big bloody hard stick!

Hmmm, this really is not Kunisaki specific, but in Japan one does things in groups. And sub groups. Like a lot. It's 'community'. Not sure I know much about that either, but if there was such a thing left in the West, this is probably what it would be all about.

Putting old geezers in suits of armour, no training, and throwing them to the wolves. Yes, community I say.  

In a nutshell (I think that was what I was wearing, or a tortoise shell) one gets volunteered to do all sorts of things that one might have thought out of bounds, or just plain foolhardy.

Anyway, if my wife provides the phone video, I will add that sometime. Dare me!

The result?

It was a draw!

A miracle: no strikes (on me), more to the point, no bruises. Just one breathless old man with slightly soiled underclothes.

Nuff said.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Monju Temple, Kunisaki, leaves one quite speechless

Quite the jewel in the crown you know. I had been wondering about Monju for a while. In fact, since I saw this poster in many of the local shops, and whilst taking tea at a local hotel.



I think the 'official' Japanese web site is here, but it really fails to show much of what I saw. A national treasure would be an understatement. Do they really know how to market what they have? We advertise big fiberglass prawns better in Australia! As if it would need it ;-)


Nonetheless, at last we paid a visit. It's out in the country, and that's remote enough. Then up a mountain road, even better. My phone snaps do not do this location any justice at all! But as the scenes are so beautiful, maybe the lackluster technology won't matter. I'll be back, I can promise you that.

These will do for now, until I get a real camera. Camera manufacturers, this is your chance to step in and get some free advertising! Yes I say, free as in beer.

So, this is my taster for what to expect if you take a wander around Monju Temple (Monjusen-ji or 文殊仙寺), here in Kunisaki. Where a Canon factory is also located. HINT, HINT. I'll even fix your website in exchange :-)







All this, a short drive from the house. Extraordinary! There should be a million web entries on this, and yet I could barely find one decent page, even in Japanese.  Maybe I'll have to do something better. Here, by myself. So until then!

Hmmm, maybe not quite speechless, as per the title, but sufficiently humbled, if I knew what that were like.