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Jul 09
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We are Tomte. The Scandinavian region of northern Europe is the fabled home of gnomes called Tomte. Tomte love children. At night. When everyone is sound asleep. Tomte go about casting magical spells to ensure the next morning’s freshly baked bread will be especially delicious for the children. Cherishing the spirit of Tomte, we at “Hokuo” take a highly skilled and gentle-natured approach to bread making.
— I frequent a bakery in Shinjuku station. This slogan is written on their shopping bags.
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Jul 08
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the data aggregates from the chaos

I’ve been strangely unreasonable to myself lately. I have neglected my passions to the point that that they are no longer my passions. I seldom write. Never poetry. I don’t take photos. I no longer work on digital media. I was never any good at these things but I did them anyway. Now I just work at an unfulfilling [this is not a word—it should be] job. My personal relationships are lying dormant. I no longer keep in contact with old friends. I seldom speak with current ones. I interact the most with work friends. I don’t dislike them. They are good people. A few of them are great people. But when I am with them I am at work. We talk about work. I teach at a conversational English school in Tokyo—an ‘Eikaiwa’. You could scoff at my using the word ‘teach’ if you like. My life has begun to revolve more and more around this one dismal aspect. The star that is my mind more and more rapidly circles this vapid black hole.

Would I feel this way about some other line of work? Or is that one’s job has a tendency to eclipse everything else. I don’t know how to break out of this. I don’t actually work that much. Some of my students work ten or twelve hours a day and I cringe at the thought of their lives. But they don’t seem like broken ghosts—though maybe they hide it well. Maybe I employ this facade as well, though I am unaware of it myself. I finished reading Ghost in the Shell by Masamune Shirow. It left me with a nice feeling of intellectual stimulation. A tiny lasting high that churns the gray matter. It was the most morally perfectionistic kind of information exchange—one of enlightened agreement. It’s that moment when you have some thought that you’ve cultivated carefully and obsessively over years—over a lifetime—and you find it somewhere else long predating your own moment of understanding.

Masamune wrote about the need for diversity in order to survive catastrophe. But he wrote it on the order of universes, not species or individuals. He spoke of memes and genes existing because it is the universe is a harbinger of diversity. The data aggregates from the chaos. It crystallizes in the void. These systems grow in complexity as the result of an inherent quality of our reality. The complexity is infinitely increasing. Or as Masamune put it, “intelligence increases to infiniti,” or something like that. Of course I didn’t think these things verbatim, but I have come to conclusions around those lines. (Though ‘conclusions’ is a misnomer—no thought is a conclusion but rather a process leading to another thought.) I’m not trying to brag or show off my brains. I didn’t come up with these ideas spontaneously. They emerged from the primeval information soup that is our civilization. As I read the last pages, and I closed in on the final ideas, I felt a blissful oneness as a result of this connection. The information has come full circle and it continues onward.

That felt really really good. Cerebral vomit. Gotta sleep so I could work. Peace.

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Jun 25
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That’s what the owners counted on. The fact that Americans will probably remain willfully ignorant of the big red, white, and blue dick that’s being jammed up their assholes everyday, because the owners of this country know the truth. It’s called the American Dream cause you have to be asleep to believe it.
— George Carlin
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Jun 24
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An Iris in Yotsuya

An Iris in Yotsuya

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Jun 21
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17 more words

    41. carouse
    to engage in a drunken revel; to drink deeply and frequently.

    42. homunculus
    an artificially made dwarf, supposedly produced in a flask by an alchemist.

    43. ouroboros
    a circular symbol of a snake or dragon devouring its tail, standing for infinity or wholeness.

    44. nincompoop
    a fool or simpleton.

    45. catharsis
    the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, esp. through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music.

    46. chiaroscuro
    the distribution of light and shade in a picture.

    47. vitriol
    oil of vitriol; sulfuric acid. something highly caustic or severe in effect, as criticism.

    48. verdigris
    a green or bluish patina formed on copper, brass, or bronze surfaces exposed to the atmosphere for long periods of time, consisting principally of basic copper sulfate.

    49. psychopomp
    a person who conducts spirits or souls to the other world, as Hermes or Charon.

    50. legerdemain
    sleight of hand. trickery; deception.

    51. apotheosis
    the elevation or exaltation of a person to the rank of a god.

    52. pollyannaish
    an excessively or blindly optimistic person.

    53. chartreuse
    an aromatic liqueur, usually yellow or green, made by the Carthusian monks at Grenoble, France, and, at one time, at Tarragona, Spain.

    54. rubicund
    red or reddish; ruddy.

    55. alcheringa
    dreamtime; the ancient time of the creation of all things by sacred ancestors, whose spirits continue into the present, as conceived in the mythology of the Australian Aborigines.

    56. Agrippa
    63–12 b.c., Roman statesman, general, and engineer: defeated Antony and Cleopatra at Actium.

    57. arabesque
    a sinuous, spiraling, undulating, or serpentine line or linear motif.
Here are the previous 17.

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Jun 17
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Shibuya

Shibuya

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Jun 15
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Civilization cannot exist without new frontiers; it needs them both physically and spiritually. The physical need is obvious—new lands, new resources, new materials. The spiritual need is less apparent, but in the long run it is more important. We do not live by bread alone; we need adventure, variety, novelty, romance. As the psychologists have shown by their sensory-deprivation experiments, a man goes swiftly mad if he is isolated in a silent, darkened room, cut off completely from the external world. What is true of individuals is also true of societies; they, too, can become insane without sufficient stimulus.
— Arthur C. Clarke
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Jun 10
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There is also a second and third part.

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Jun 09
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they’ll blush and try not to sound xenophobic

On Saturday I took the Chuo line from Tokyo station to Shinjuku after work as always. I sat down in a spot dividing two seats, as per the Japanese custom of avoiding sitting next to anyone. Two guys got on the train and saw that there was a seat available on either side of me, frowned, and moved on. No one ever politely asks for someone else to move over, lest the disturb the sacred Wa. I got their attention, said –douzo, and scooted over. The one who sat nearest me, to my dread, immediately started a conversation –where are you from? I took off my headphones and we got to talking, and as always I was pleasantly surprised to find that the purpose of the conversation was not a free English lesson but merely curiosity.

I don’t remember the exact contents and course of the conversation but he asked me what I do, to which I hesitantly responded that I teach English. He gave me the benefit of the doubt and asked if I’m a businessman.  –I wish, I wanted to say and asked him his deal. So, he told me he lived in Thailand for seven years, and can speak English and Thai pretty well. We got to talking about the economy and the recession and as we meandered through this topic I asked him about the Japanese side of things—something about which I’m always curious. He told me that what Japan must do to survive is to find new breakthroughs in it’s various industries. For example, to combat the cheap new Tata Nano from India, he said Japanese car manufacturers will have to come up with something revolutionary. How can Japanese companies, and by extension the country, consciously do this? The man’s answer was simple: cultural diversity.

I was shocked to hear this coming from a Nihonjin. But I guess living in Thailand for seven years has broadened the man’s horizons. He pointed out that Japan is a very closed nation, with stringent immigration laws that make it unfriendly to immigrants. He also noted that despite the recession, one of the greatest assets that the US has is it’s great cultural diversity. Make note of these facts to a typical Japanese person and suggest that maybe the solution to the low birthrates, cultural stagnation, and impending foreign competition on all fronts is merely a more lax immigration policy, and they’ll blush and try not to sound xenophobic as they tell you it’s not a good idea for no particular reason. So it was refreshing to hear the opposite coming from a Japanese native.

I don’t want to make a crude generalization. Japanese people from my experience are mostly tolerant and friendly individuals. But they have a deep seated paranoia that too much foreign cultural influence—especially in the direct form of immigration—will somehow forever infect and dilute Japan’s cultural heritage. In the age of globalization this is a farce. On the contrary, cultural diversity strengthens a culture the same way that genetic diversity does. Hearing this minority-held perspective from a Japanese person was a breath of fresh air for me, and as usual I’m glad I had a nice chat on the train. We parted ways in Shinjuku. I didn’t get his name but I got something to think about.

A few weeks ago I read an article addressing the misconception that human evolution has come to a near standstill. The article pointed out that modern era humans are evolving at a faster pace their ancestors, the reason being a staggeringly large gene pool. Because our civilization is so large and varied we have great genetic diversity. This diversity, the article argues, increases the rate at which the human race evolves.

What does this have to do with my run in with a liberal Nihonjin on the train? I’ve been recently tossing around ideas in my head that cultural diversity affects society in the same way that genetic diversity affects the gene pool. The more diverse a culture, the more ideas get tossed around and the quicker the culture changes and adapts (usually for the better I think). Hearing my thoughts come from another mouth really drove this idea home for me. I firmly believe that higher cultural diversity in a society greatly increases that society’s ability to adapt and improve. Anyway, the sun has long come up and my eyes burn. I’d love to wake up to find feedback on this matter.

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Jun 07
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Bulls at least are not the greatest stylists in English. No bull has ever been a political exile. Bulls don’t run reviews. Bulls of 25 don’t marry old women of 55 and expect to be invited to dinner. Bulls do not get you cited as co-respondent in divorce trials. Bulls do not borrow money. Bulls do not expect you to marry them and make an honest woman of them. Bulls are edible after they have been killed. Fewer bulls are homosexual. To me bulls ain’t exotic. They are normal. And such a goddam relief from all this horseshit about Art etc… To hell with delicate studies of the American scene. Fuck the American scene. Fuck manners, customs, all that horseshit. Let us have more and better fucking, fighting, and bulls.
— Ernest Hemingway
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