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29 September 2019 @ 09:20 pm

How I went from hiking to owning a vegetable plot.

I'm walking up the familiar path to the top of my local mountain, Tsuneyama.  But this time, I'm wearing a summer dress.  I look out of place, a bright yellow spot amidst the mosquitoes, the spiderwebs, the mushrooms coming up from last night's rain, the mud dug up by the wild boars.

A hundred years ago, I might have been more at home.  I saw an old photo of a poster in an informational pamphlet at the library that had an illustration of this mountain showing people going up in down in their kimono to enjoy the cherry blossoms.  Young men drawn as tiny stick figures pulled rickshaws where people could take a comfortable ride in the open air.  There were those old buggy cars putting up and down, and a steam train bringing passengers to the shore below, where shops were waiting to supply them with their picnic before they made their way to the top.  When I saw that poster, I decided I wanted to see it in real life.

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17 September 2019 @ 08:36 am

(Subject written on a bag.  Change it in for.. what?)

In Shimane prefecture I was sitting in an old house looking at a bedsheet.  The house had been standing for at least a hundred years, and despite that was in great condition.   I'd heard that this was a gallery from a student.  I was excited just to go somewhere new, see some art, and take some tea in the neighboring cafe, but I hadn't realized just how special this place was.   Or how special the bedsheets were.

It's run by a woman named Nobuko.  The house was where her husband grew up as a child.  Now her husband is gone, and when her mother-in-law passed away, she inherited the house.  There's a decline in old Japanese houses recently.  They're old, prone to termites, shaken by earthquakes, and the gardens are difficult to upkeep.  So when an owner passes away, it's usually bulldozed over, and four or five boxy, concrete homes are erected and sold to young families who have no idea what used to stand there before they moved in, or what memories still cling to the earth buried under the concrete.

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05 August 2019 @ 11:21 pm

Hello Everyone!

(Subject is a slogan at a cafe)

I haven't written in a while but I keep thinking of things to talk about to you.

One of these things is the Global Artist Movement art gallery that I participate in every year.


My piece for the event this year is called, "Tomoe" based on an ancient Japanese symbol that holds a special, spiritual place in my heart.  This symbol can also be found on the wings of the Tomoe moth, which is called Spirama in its scientific name.  But for the gallery I named the piece it, "Rinpun" instead which means, "scales of a moth's wing."  Why?  Because people kept thinking my painting was just a pixelated photograph, or a painting based on a computerized image, or that I'd painted over some blown-up pixels.  No, it's supposed to be each and every scale of the Tomoe symbol on the wing of the moth.  I thought if it was called, "Rinpun" then there would be less of a chance of people mis-interpreting it.


I carried my painting to the gallery by hand, stopping first to stay a night at a friend's house so I wouldn't have to make the whole journey in one day.  (The gallery is in Toyota, and I live in Tamano, if you have a map on hand, it is pretty damn far!)

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30 April 2019 @ 11:28 pm

"I'm going to take you somewhere tomorrow.  I'll pick you up at 9.  It shouldn't take too long."

These were the only words I was given from my new friend who decided to take me out on a surprise.  I wasn't too sure exactly what was going on, but willing and ready for any adventure.  I interpreted "No too long" as a chance to wear a skirt and some jewelry. Right before nine I got another message saying, "It might be muddy because of last night's rain" and  quickly changed in to thick jeans and hiking boots.

Living here 6 months already, I thought I knew everything about my town, but my new friend Andrea showed me I was wrong.  She drove me to an area not 10 minutes from my house, on the other side of a hill, and we got out of the car in to the crisp spring morning air.  On the hillside, little shoots were poking up called "Tsukushi" and "Warabi" which are both edible.  The rice fields were full of purple flowers called "renge" which help to keep nutrients in the soil before the growing season.  The sky was doing it's spring thing of both threatening to rain or become brilliantly hot and sunny at the same time.


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07 April 2019 @ 12:55 am

I keep forgetting to thank everyone who bought my calendar.  The money was donated to

https://pollinator.org and http://jbcs.blog.fc2.com.  I hope these groups can protect habitats in the US and Japan.  Yossi matched all of the money so I ended up raising 16,000 yen.  Thank you so much! 

http://www.randomisgod.com/pictures/IMG_3199.JPG  (Thank you image)

Spring has come and I'm late introducing you all to a new holiday I'm advocating.

In East Asia there wasn't any problem of re-appropriating pagan holidays or calendars that didn't quite match up over time, so the original calendars of Japan based on the sun, moon, and stars also designated where holidays fell.  Instead of months, dates were kept by the angle of the sun.  Here's a Chinese image of this calendar:


The 12o'clock position is the Spring Equinox, which was like the old beginning of the year.  Likewise, the Fall Equinox lies at the bottom, with the two solstices at the 3 and 9 positions.  Between each of these celestial events lie five more significant days and you can see how they are based on the angle of the sun.  Thus the year was categorized.

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21 March 2019 @ 10:56 pm

Tsuneyama (Mount Tsune) rose in the middle of what used to be Kojima island.  The Seto sea near Okayama city sports a number of very large islands.  While Kojima may not be the most profitable and interesting of places, especially during the era of warring states, it served as a sort of buffer between the sea and Okayama castle.  The Ueno clan decided to take it over in 1486 and spent a few years building a castle there.

The way the mountain raises straight up from the flat land below with a view from the top that includes both ends of the small mountain range and all the way across to Okayama city makes it understandable why it would be the perfect place to build a castle.


Now, however, the sea has been filled in with reclaimed land.  Kojima is no longer an island, the canals of Kurashiki no longer can carry goods all the way to the sea, and Tsuneyama castle has been left to rot away under the weight of trees and ivy.

I live at the bottom of this mountain, where the land would have made a sandy beach.  According to the "Hazard Map" they gave me when I moved here, I'm in danger of being flooded out if a giant tsunami ever breaches the sea wall.  However I think I'm just high enough, and just far away enough from the wall, that I'd have lots of time to run up the mountain before the water got to my house as the rest of the land around me returned to the ocean.

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Hello Everyone!

(Subject from a student's pencil case..  The English is okay but.. why?)

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Subject is a mistranslation of, "Now this machine is under repairs."  If you know the Japanese, it's pretty hilarious that they translated "Now" as "I'm Home."

So last time I mentioned I hosted an event at my school.  Let me go in to more detail and introduce to you the city of Kurashiki.


Kurashiki sits upriver from the Seto inland sea.  The sea is protected by islands and the land is peaceful so you'd expect a bustling port along the coast.  However this flat land west of Okayama city was never ideal.  Tides came up the coastal plain, making the land salty and unfit for crops.  It wasn't until a sea wall was eventually built that thought was put in to what the land could be used for.  Finally, the area was turned in to cotton fields, as cotton can handle a harsher soil than rice can.  A cotton mill was established and storehouses were built around it.  Kurashiki means "Storehouse village" and became a place for commerce where goods, mostly cotton and rice, could be stored.

Why do I know all this?

Well I was asked to take a group of students to Kurashiki and teach them how to speak English outside of the classroom in a realistic situation.  The downside was that I wasn't allowed to spend any money.  I was a bit nervous so I decided to do some research and take a trip down there myself.

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02 December 2018 @ 11:49 pm

Subject is from an advertising poster.

Starting off with some pictures:



I wake up at 7am every day and the first thing I do is look out the window at what's going on.  The fruit on the persimmon tree is orange and succulent.  Most of the rice has been cut, but there is that one lingering field over there that hasn't.  Will today be the day?  The sparrows living in our air vent see me and fly off.  Is there any other wildlife today?  An egret looking for fish in the drain.  They're hard to spot, they stand so still.

I learn a lot of things from this window.  There's a machine that they ride on to cut the rice.  It reminds me of the machine that clears the ice on a hockey rink.  The machine will break up the straw and keep the grains but I'm not sure how it works exactly.  In the past, the straw was kept for various things, to make ropes and sandals, for the roof, mixed with mud to make walls for homes, to fill pillows and dolls, tied up to make brooms, and so on and so on.  Some people still lay out the straw to dry in triangular sculptures out in the fields.  It makes me happy to see them somehow.

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17 October 2018 @ 04:37 pm

Dear all,

I just wanted to share some photos from my new city, Tamano.

My old address was God's Door City, Long Field Ward, West Ass Lake.

My new address means Treasure field City, Cosmic Wisteria Tree



An old man waiting for the train with his dirty feet up on the bench explained to me with eager, outstretched hands, that this whole area used to be part of the sea.  Then they built a wall to keep the saltwater back and were able to make low-lying rice fields.  He said no houses were here before, and the mountains were islands.  I wasn't sure if this was the ramblings of an old man, or if it was true, but at City Hall they gave me a map of potential areas for natural disasters and yeah, it looks like the only thing preventing my area from being the sea really is this wall holding it back.  Don't worry, if a tsunami comes, the path up the mountain is almost directly in front of my house.