Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Hypocrisy/contradiction, irony/paradox


I have the pleasure, and it is a pleasure, of teaching a small group of ladies of more than a certain age, once a week. I say 'teaching', but perhaps accompanying would be more apt. We have tea, and various biscuits and so on, for an hour and a half, during which time they chat cheerfully amongst themselves, while I enjoy the tea and biscuits. But occasionally they direct comments my way, and sometimes in a form of English - I mean there are recognisably English words interspersed among the Japanese, albethey in Japanese word order. As I regret to say I don't understand Japanese, there is a great deal of mileage to be had in the cross-cultural and linguistic confusion, nay, mayhem. The simplest, cognitive and linguistic concept can be spun out for a good half an hour. We tend to start with the news - our own individual news - and go round the table. Seiko, when she's here, has usually been playing golf. Kimoko has very often spent part of the weekend at an onsen, while Keiko has as often as not been praying at the shrine of one of her forebears. Takashi, a young man, and employee/apologee of the absent Seiko has usually spent the weekend sleeping - a couple of weeks ago he managed to sleep through 18 hours of a particularly nice Sunday, got up, ate, and went back to bed. Thoughts of Peter Cook.

However, it's good for my listening practice. One word which comes up several times a minute is 'wakanai' (dunno), followed lower down on the frequency scale by 'wakaranai' (I dunno) and 'wakarimasen' (I don't know). Then there's 'shiranai' (dunno and don't care - haven't got the foggiest), 'nantoka' (wotsit), and so on.

As a colleague used to say in Qatar, several times a day, God help us.

Eh up - another earthquake - that's two big ones this week....
Piero della Francesca: Battista Sforza, Federico da Montefeltro
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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Success













"Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get."

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"The essence of all art is to have pleasure in giving pleasure."

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"The expression a woman wears on her face is far more important than the clothes she wears on her back."

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"When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but creatures of emotion."

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"Your purpose is to make your audience see what you saw, hear what you heard, feel what you felt. Relevant detail, couched in concrete, colorful language, is the best way to recreate the incident as it happened and to picture it for the audience."

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"Are you bored with life? Then throw yourself into some work you believe in with all your heart, live for it, die for it, and you will find happiness that you had thought could never be yours."

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"Keep on raging - to stop the aging."

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"One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today."

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Dale Carnegie

"I’ve always preferred mythology to history. History is composed of truths that become lies, mythology of lies that become truths. One characteristic of our age is that it creates instant myths in every field. The press is responsible for inventing people who already exist and endowing them with an imaginary life, superimposed on their own. Brigitte Bardot is a perfect example of this odd concoction. It is likely that fate set her down at the precise point where dream and morality merge. Her beauty and talent are undeniable, but she possesses some other, unknown quality which attracts idolaters in an age deprived of gods." – Jean Cocteau

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Photos of Andrew Carnegie and David Bryce, Jean Cocteau, Hawaii, Wittgenstein with Hitler, and Brigitte Bardot.
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Monday, July 21, 2008

Tower of the Sun

A friend just introduced me to the work of Taro Okamoto. His two most famous works are the Tower of the Sun, which was made for the 1970 Osaka expo, and was once in a building which has since gone, and the Myth of Tomorrow, a massive Guernica inspired mural depicting the moment of the atom bomb dropped on Hiroshima.
I really must see a bit more of Japan!























Sunday, July 20, 2008

Omoshiroi

Party in Odawara last night - my ex-hometown in Japan. Omoshiroi. Met a whole bunch of people I've now known for, hell, almost 18 months - my ex-students at a language school, many of them even older than me. A reminder of the ties that one can and needs to build up in a community - and the contrast with our relationship with our students at university, mainly - by the end of term we have finally got all their names (up to 35 in a class) and maybe have some idea of what they are doing here, but then they are gone, back into the milieu/morasse (?) of the 6,000, perhaps to bob up again somewhere along the line.

Today was spent largely in a wet suit and often in the sea, snorkelling off Izu. Sugoi tropical fish of all shapes, colours and sizes, as were the snorkellers and divers; voyeurs who seemed to be attempting to outnumber the voyees, it being a long weekend at the end of July.

Amongst us were a small group of large Finns, yes, wearing fins, who work at that Finnish telephone company.......... you know - Nokia? Omoshiroi that there are 400 or so company employees in Tokyo, only 30 or so of whom are Finnish, but they all communicate by email in English - even Finn to Finn (the rest are Japanese). An email in Finnish may later have to be translated (plus the back-up) into Japanese, so to make it easier they just write everything in English - the common world tongue.














By the way, yesterday I had to endure/enjoy a listening test invigilation (the correct term)/ proctoring (American), which was entirely US culture-based/biased, so I raised this with someone responsible later with the hope that the next test, and teaching materials in general, move quickly away from the presupposition that 'English' is American. During this excruciating endurance test I spotted and noted with mild interest the curious slogans on the students' T-shirts:

"Pleasant the beauties of nature passing fancy live in a world fantasy"

"It's a sick world and I am a happy girl"



The above-mentioned test was multiple choice - choose the best answer, A, B, C, or D, eg.

1. Someone takes you to an art exhibition of post-19th century painting. Is your response most likely to be:

a. It's just a load of squiggly lines.
b. A child could have done a better job.
c. It's kind of interesting but I have no idea what it's about.
d. Isn't it amazing how someone can produce such a fresh reaction to life?


2. Someone takes you to a jazz concert. Is your response most likely to be:

a. Sleep.
b. Bloody awful noise.
c. I liked the bits at the beginning and the end when I could tell what the tune was.
d. Isn't it amazing how some people together can produce such a fresh reaction to life?


3. Someone plays you a Springsteen concert. Is your reaction most likely to be:

a. Can't stand American men.
b. Can't stand Americans in general.
c. Actually he's got some good tunes.
d. Actually if you take the time to listen to what he's saying you'll realise he's a great artist.


4. Your partner says they want to go away for three days hiking in the mountains with a friend.

a. Good riddance. Break your neck.
b. Good riddance. Thank God I'll be able to do what I want for three days.
c. That's cool. I respect you and I know you love me. Enjoy!
d. That's cool, but I wish you'd invite me along.


5. A friend suggests you go to the ballet next weekend. Do you say:

a. Actually I'm thinking of proctoring something/one that day.
b. Swan Lake? Seen it before.
c. Omoshiroi - but how about the latest Rambo movie?
d. Why do you need to ask?


6. You are given a book of poetry for your birthday. Is your reaction most likely to be:

a. Poetry is a series of meaningless random words.
b. Great! I'll give it to Oxfam.
c. I quite like the one about stopping all the clocks in that Hugh Grant movie.
d. Omoshiroi.


7. Someone suggests you go to a Radiohead concert:

a. Their music is a series of random notes - what happened to good old fashioned tunes?
b. Why does he seem to be in so much pain?
c. I'll have to check my diary...
d. Bloody marvellous - very omoshiroi bunch of artists.


8. You win a ticket to a post-19th century classical music concert:

a. Can't stand modern classical music - it's just a series of random notes.
b. It always sounds like they are in such pain.
c. People just pretend to like it - they'd all much rather hear some proper music.
d. Great! I don't always understand it, but it sounds omoshiroi.


9. You are given an Amy Winehouse CD. Your reaction is:

a. Didn't she train dogs? Sit!
b. She's the one who's always in the news for taking drugs.
c. Mind you, Louis Armstrong smoked marijuana every day.
d. Once in a generation they come along, thank God.


10. Your partner tells you you are going to a family get-together. You do not speak your partner's language, and the rest of the family do not speak yours. You know from previous experience that this will involve sitting extremely uncomfortably for up to 5 hours in a room full of people who may or may not be talking about you, but will every now and then turn to you and say "Isn't that right?", and when you are unable to respond will then laugh in your face as you are such an imbecilic token foreigner, and then carry on talking to each other. Do you:

a. Refuse, with the proviso that you will go once you have learnt the lingo.
b. Tell your partner you regrettably have to proctor an exam that day.
c. Go along with it but insist that your partner translates every 5 minutes.
d. Go along with it as you know that they don't know what it's like to be in your shoes.

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http://www.globalresearch.ca/index.php?context=va&aid=9616

Friday, July 18, 2008

Going native


Spent the last 24 hours doing a few of my favourite things, which included a welcome return to the great fish/sea food restaurant/izakaya at the bottom of the road that M and I went to last week, but this time with three Japanese, who all agreed that the food was very good - so that was reassuring. We had a fantastic spread that went on for a couple of hours, and I just realised included a dish that until a few months ago I might have thought more than twice about, but not any more - flying fish sashimi - the whole recently deceased fish sitting there on a plate staring up at us while we sampled its flesh. Oishikatta!
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H and I sang quite a lot of classical tunes, like the 1812, and a number of classic movie theme tunes, like the Great Escape, and so on, which may have bemused the other locals.
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Also got to the local art gallery by the sea, which has an extensive Matisse and Bonnard exhibition of oils, water-colours, photos and sketches, at the moment - I am determined to do at least some sketches before I leave.
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Henri Matisse
'Open Window'
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Word of the Day for Friday, July 18, 2008
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tatterdemalion
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noun:1. A person dressed in tattered or ragged clothing; a ragamuffin.
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2. Tattered; ragged.
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'Last time peasant blouses surfaced, in the 1960s and '70s, they were part of an epidemic of Indian bedspread dresses, homemade blue-jean skirts, Army surplus jackets, Greek bookbag purses and love beads, the whole eclectic tatterdemalion mix meant to express egalitarian sentiments and countercultural solidarity with underdogs everywhere.'
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Patricia McLaughlin, "The peasant look", Philadelphia Inquirer Magazine, April 25, 1999

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

All the white horses have gone to bed



Perfect sailing day - we rowed out to Endeavour soon after 9, at anchor overnight off the sambashi, and headed off through the summer morning haze towards Oshima, the volcanic island 20 miles or so offshore. The wind gradually picked up till we were belting along at 7 knots and had to reef both the main and the jib - all quite exciting in a heavy swell with quite a chop and a man at the front throwing buckets of water over us every now and then. White horses and sea cats all over the place. Changed tack and shot down to the southern tip of the Miura peninsula, Misaki, for lunch - an impressive spread that included tuna Chinese dumplings - maguro manju. Back across Kamakura bay to Enoshima on a broad reach, with the Sun slowly heading towards the yard arm while the Captain and his mate sat on the side looking south, singing and laughing all afternoon. Quite a privilege, as well as a joy and inspiration to see two people who have been together so long but still as happy now as they were way back then, if not more so.

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Beken of Cowes..

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When you gonna make up your mind?

When you gonna love you as much as I do?

When you gonna make up your mind?

'Cause things are gonna change so fast

All the white horses have gone ahead

I tell you that I'll always want you near

You say that things change my dear

Never change

All the white horses

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Tori Amos : Winter

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http://www.globalresearch.ca/index.php?context=va&aid=9574

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Ichi go, ichi e


Got off the train about 9 and headed like an automaton to the long line waiting at Stand 2 for the bus to take me home, squashed in with sweaty, weary workers. Became aware of the fact that there were loads of girls in colourful summer kimono, and boys in yukata - there's a festival going on. So walked back along the coast through throngs of youth and colour, and walking from Zushi to Hayama realised the importance of location. From the sea they look pretty much identical - small towns with a beach and green wooded hills behind. But Zushi has a station, the main road runs along the back of the beach, the other side of which are a series of brightly lit bars, clubs and restaurants. The beach is covered with bamboo bars, and drunken kids who pour in on the train, letting off fireworks, shouting and screaming while the cars stream by on the main road behind. There is rubbish everywhere. Hell.
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Walk half a mile round the corner and you are in Hayama - no train, no road, no screaming kids, just the beach, the waves, a couple of relatively calm bamboo beach bars, frequented by locals with respect. As I sit and watch the Enoshima lighthouse flash across Kamakura Bay, a girl sits in the sand a few yards away and plucks her ukelele - man-made sounds complementing the natural.
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Made me realise how lucky I am, generally speaking - I often seem to end up in great places - like our valley in Italy - my marai.
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.Turner's Slave Ship, 1840