Showing posts with label history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label history. Show all posts

Sunday, April 09, 2023

Is It About the Bunny?

Happy Easter, everyone. It was actually yesterday here in Japan but since practically no-one celebrates it I may as well celebrate it to-day. I wasn't yearning for Easter candy this year. My sweet tooth seems to be at an all time low. I tried having one old fashioned doughnut with my coffee two weeks ago and it felt like eating grass. Which reminds me, yesterday I ate a dandelion. That's kind of Eastery, I guess. Did you know dandelions are edible? I didn't. I'd seen dandelions in a lot of sushi bentos and assumed they were just a garnish before I saw this episode of The History Guy on YouTube:

I guess I should've known from Ray Bradbury's Dandelion Wine.

I can't say I really enjoyed the flavour but I seem still to have some infantile fun at eating something I'm not supposed to.

I'd like to watch a great Easter movie to-night but there really isn't one, is there? I usually default to Alice in Wonderland. For a while I thought Picnic at Hanging Rock was Eastery but it feels more like summer. Maybe I'll just watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Buffy almost sounds like bunny.

Twitter Sonnet #1686

A spinning flower grants her petals breadth.
Recumbent ovens often warm the heart.
A shapely arch can grace the stage with depth.
When freshly baked, what need has bread for art?
Behind the shop, a thousand toys are boxed.
Chaotic heaps of dolls and jacks await.
The eager cricket over piles hops.
But sloppy humans first'll take the bait.
Adventure eggs were gone beyond the shell.
Precocious fingers shaped the yolks to hares.
A ghostly hand produced a bunny Hell.
The basket bears a load of grass and cares.
The rising bunny blocks the vengeful sun.
A wealth of love and fur exalts the bun.

Tuesday, August 30, 2022

Listen to the Words

It still takes a long, long time for me to colour pages of my comic and I still look for things to listen to. Lately I haven't been keen on audiobooks for some reason but I discovered The Criterion Channel is a good source of one of my favourite things to listen to; movie commentary tracks. Does any other streaming service have these? I'm so happy Criterion does, and surprised, considering they seem to have gone well out of vogue even for special edition Blu-Ray releases.

While colouring yesterday, I listed to film critic Tony Rayns' commentary for Carl Dreyer's Vampyr (1932), film scholar Peter Cowie's commentary for Ingmar Bergman's Sawdust and Tinsel (1953), and I listened again to Martin Scorsese and Francis Ford Coppola's commentary track for the 1941 Thief of Bagdad.

I've also been listening to a lot of things on YouTube, particularly this guy:

The History Guy has uploaded so many videos on so many topics that, even though the videos are relatively short, I can just leave YouTube cycling through them while I focus on colouring. I love the diversity of topics he chooses. In one video, he talks about a narrowly avoided airline disaster in the 1980s, in another, he's talking about Ancient Rome, and in another about the cultivation of bananas or about the history of screws in Canada. It's all done with a palpable love for history and blessedly free of discernible modern political bias. Yesterday I listened to part of his compilation on wild west outlaws:

I find I never get tired of it.

My summer vacation, the month of August, is coming to an end and I go back to a life dominated by Kashihara's marvelous junior high schools on Friday. It's been a good August and I'm glad I managed to get at least one chapter of my comic done. I'm sure looking forward to autumn, though, and September 15th, formerly known as "felt hat" day, when I've decided I'll switch from wearing my straw hat to felt hats again. What am I talking about?

I don't wear a boater, though, I wear a Stetson straw fedora, which you can see in my own YouTube video about Cinderella:

That's another thing I did this summer, that video. That mustard coloured hat band was another thing. I bought that hat last year and it came with a thin, leather band held on with cheap glue. It came apart after I walked in a rainstorm, which was okay because I didn't like it anyway. This year I followed a bunch of online tutorials to make my own band from some ribbon I bought at a craft store. It was a lot harder than I thought it was going to be. But thank goodness people love DIY in Japan so it was easy to find ribbon and all the sewing tools I needed.

The hat itself is actually polyester, not real straw. Generally I try to avoid synthetics but I've heard genuine straw hats don't stand up to much wear. I like to have things that'll last me for years that I don't have to worry about replacing. I'm pretty happy with the hat, though I still prefer my felts. It's survived a few rainstorms now. It seems to soak up water like a sponge but it goes back to normal after I've left it drying out on the clothesline. And it's very light so I made a chinstrap for it with some twine, a bead, and a little green plastic jewel a favourite student made me in an oven. This is one of the things kids in the handmaking clubs routinely do in the junior high schools here. Students have presented me with all kinds of little plastic handmade trinkets I'm always honoured to receive.

Saturday, August 21, 2021

Trains and Pirates

This is the most respectable looking Starbucks I've ever seen. I think most of the building is actually a tourist centre--this is in Nara City, where I ended up yesterday towards the end of a very long day out.

I got up early to take the train to Osaka, a journey of a little more than an hour, where I sat on panels to give oral exams to Japanese college students hoping to become English teachers. Then I decided to save some train fare and walked from Sakai to Tennoji station, a walk that turned out to be about two hours. But I'm pleased to say I never got lost and I only used my phone once. I didn't see anything really interesting except a couple weird buildings.

I think this one's an apartment building:

Would you call that a skyscraping barn?

Closer to Tennoji I saw this barber shop:

For a mere 1000 yen (around ten dollars) this dedicated barber will cut your hair right to the roots! I like to imagine nothing can stand in the way of his commitment.

Instead of taking the Kintetsu line as usual, I had the bright idea I could get to northern Kashihara faster by taking the JR line. When I realised this was wrong, I figured it was no big deal because my phone said I could transfer at Oji station to a train that went directly to Kashihara and I wouldn't lose any time. But it turns out Google maps is not infallible because the train it said would be at Oji station never arrived. After that, the only way I could see was going all the way to the end of the line at Nara, about fifteen kilometers north, away from my destination, and transfer to a southbound train. Altogether I think I travelled around 75 kilometers yesterday by train. Who knows how far by walking. Once in Nara, I had to hoof it again to go from the JR station to the Kintetsu station. It was a pleasant walk, though.

I got a lot of reading done on the trains. I finished reading Pirates of Barbary, a 2010 book by historian Adrian Tinniswood. Some of it was really interesting but not what I was hoping for. It's really not a book about the Barbary pirates, it's a book about European dealings with the Barbary pirates. The first several chapters of the book deal with European pirates who became prominent figures among the Barbary pirates, even commanding ships, such as John Ward and Zymen Danseker. Profiles of corsairs actually born and raised on the Barbary coast are pretty scanty as are descriptions of the institutions that supported them. Worse than that, the self-hating European bias is surprisingly prevalent for an author whose Wikipedia entry says he's a nearly 70 year old Officer of the Order of the British Empire. He frequently mentions the Janissaries, a Muslim fighting corps who were the main muscle of the Barbary pirates, but has very little to say about their society and produces no illustrative examples from among their numbers in the way he talks about European pirates. He mentions an incident where 30 Janissaries gang raped the son of a Dutch renegade in a Tripoli tavern but he only mentions it to say that the inclusion of the incident in the journal of the British consul to Tripoli reflected a peculiar preoccupation with sex on the part of the Brit. Perhaps a remark could just possibly be spared for the Janissaries and what the incident says about them?

Tinniswood's instinctive hatred for European culture carries over to the U.S. In describing the peace treaty temporarily signed between the U.S. and Tripoli 1805, Tinniswood quotes from the U.S. consul, Tobias Lear;

On finally meeting his former adversary, Lear commented with some surprise that [pasha of Tripoli] Yusuf [Karamanli] was "a man of very good presence, manly and dignified, and has not, in his appearance, so much of the tyrant as he had been represented to be." Abstract notions of the Other as barbarian are hard to sustain when you come face-to-face with the reality.

Abstract notions? This comes after several pages in which Tinniswood described how Yusuf had extorted tens of thousands of dollars from the young country, essentially protection money, because the U.S. navy wasn't strong enough yet to fend off the corsairs, who had already taken a few American ships and their crews.

He concludes his book by reminding us, "Fear of European conquest had turned the Barbary states into pirate kingdoms in the first place, motivating the Barbarossa brothers and their sixteenth-century corsairs to set out on their sea-jihad. Without that fear of conquest, Barbary's socialised piracy would never have grown into the scourge of Christendom." Yeah, of course, somehow it's all, always, European colonialism at fault. It's clear even from Tinniswood's own book that history simply isn't that simple.

Tuesday, May 11, 2021

Keeping It Under Your Hat

Last night I read one of the newly released Sirenia Digests, #174, a short story from Caitlin R. Kiernan called "The Man Who Loved What Was". Speaking as someone who loves What Was myself, the story is an absorbing contemplation of the value of collecting old things in one's brain. Seemingly treating the concept as an actual accumulation and transportation to a separate plane of existence, the story contextualises the act of studying and researching history to make the psychic impact have something like a physical. There's a sadness and eeriness to it.

To-day I've been reading John Milton again. I have the big collected Milton on my kindle but it just wasn't adequate for me--not to mention difficult to jump to specific points in--so I ordered one of the 1952 Encyclopedia Britannica editions from a thrift store on Amazon. All of those are pretty nifty hardbacks, by the way, and I wouldn't mind having the full collection one day. I brought two of them with me to Japan (Boswell and one volume with Jonathan Swift and Laurence Sterne).

The Milton volume has miscellaneous poems--including "Comus", "Lycidas", "L'Allegro", and "Il Penseroso"--as well as Paradise Lost, Samson Agonistes, and Areopagitica, all unabridged. These really are the essentials if you're going to put Milton into such a slender volume. It's strange what a feeling of peace and invigoration Milton can give me, just reading "On the Morning of Christ's Nativity" on the train this morning. None of the millions of Miltonic analyses quite addresses it, probably because words can't. And after all, what's the point of any art if its essence could really be explained?

Twitter Sonnet #1451

The stooges changed atop a skinny hill.
With warnings dire, rocks began to roll.
We waited late but won't receive a bill.
The stain of mustard takes a ketchup toll.
As Stanley built a cue from trees we left.
There's something wrong about a herring bone.
Devised along a needle cut a cleft.
It's knitting, chums, that makes a yarn atone.
We're waiting 'long the wobbly yard for wind.
Let's toss the glass from deck to lofty spar.
I heard the garnet's lately on the mend.
Let's cook a boat of thick and heavy tar.
The sleeping singer sorts a sneeze to song.
Abaft the whales, the chopping keel was strong.