Showing posts with label nara. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nara. Show all posts

Friday, December 24, 2021

Deer Christmas

Happy Christmas, everyone. It's been the 25th for over eleven hours here in Japan. Christmas is plenty popular at the department stores, less so at the temples. But I went to Nara Park, which has a cluster of temples, anyway because it's crawling with friendly, wild deer.

Because of this, deer are the mascots of Nara prefecture so it's always kind of incidentally Christmasy here, at least to Western eyes.

Also, sometimes there are Christmas trees in the official buildings. The boy with the antlers is Sento-kun, Nara's mascot.

Other wildlife was scarce on my recent trip but I did see two herons.

The deer are very hungry. They're used to people giving them special deer cookies you can buy throughout the park but crowds have been scarce due to Covid. Fortunately, there are acorns for deer who aren't too lazy to forage for them:

Here's a deer coming down the steps of the Great South Gate of Todai-ji Temple:

Here's the gate:

There are two massive wooden statues from the 13th century under the gates:

They looked nice and sinister in the sunset:

May Heaven's guardian warriors keep your Christmas safe.

Twitter Sonnet #1505

The dotted egg completes the grammar tank.
To sleep in softer shells we cooked the bird.
We kept the feathers hidden near the bank.
We know a flaying paper breathed a word.
In icy walls the strings of light awoke.
The timing chimed with turning glass and dust.
A ragged tyre gripped a broken spoke.
The forest changed in sudden bursts of rust.
The same movie's changed its bands of hue.
Where hopeless steps were looped around the arm.
The campers left some wrappers plus a clue.
The hidden monkey's sandwich was on a farm.
The red and green were cookie colour sweet.
The pulsing lights became electric beat.

Wednesday, September 15, 2021

Frogs and Flowers

I was walking with a favourite student yesterday when she ran across one of the little canals in the neighbourhood and picked this higanbana for me. "But isn't it dangerous?" I asked in Japanese. "Poisonous," she said in English and I was just so happy she knew the word "poisonous".

Higanbana blooms in autumn and it's one of the many signs of the incoming season. The rice is getting tall, too.

This year, the rice fields seem to be overflowing with frogs.

I'm also seeing a lot of butterflies or moths lately, different from the ones I see in spring.


And this is a turtle and two ducks who aren't speaking to each other.

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.

Wednesday, June 16, 2021

The Antlers of the Season

On a recent trip to Nara Park, I noticed the antlers on the deer are looking a lot bigger. Yesterday, I started working at the school where I spend most of my time again. I'd last been there in April and, since then, the third year students had graduated and everyone else moved up a grade. I can't believe how much the little first years have grown now that they're second years.

Mostly this week I've been working with third year students, though, and I was happy to see many of these former second year students, too. We played a game to-day to help them learn present and past participle adjectives. One teacher had come up with some "Who am I?" cards--the teacher reads three hints on the cards and then students have to guess who the teacher is. He asked me to make some additional cards that were more fun than what he had, which he could count on me doing because I know plenty about Kimetsu no Yaiba. One thing that's definitely not changed from last year is Kimetsu no Yaiba is the bible for these kids. All the cards I made ended up being much too easy.

I was struck by the subtle reverence the students exhibited when the answer to one card was Rengoku Kyojuro. It's easy to see why he would be an icon to students--the hero of the Kimetsu no Yaiba movie worked and trained all his life, respected his family and honoured his mother's wishes, and still he failed. With all the work these kids have to do, the pressure they're under and all the tests they have to pass, it's no wonder they'd sympathise with someone like Kyojuro. Though when I saw the Kimetsu no Yaiba movie, Kyojuro reminded me of Kyuzo in Seven Samurai. I sometimes wonder if Kyuzo was related to the psychological blow of Japan's loss in World War II. Now I wonder if Kimetsu no Yaiba is the latest iteration of the same story of sincere, rigorous effort rendered meaningless by a single, overwhelming catastrophe.

It's been hot and rainy here, it being the rainy season. Thus all the wild growth, the massive tide of green and flowers. It's nice to live somewhere with seasons.

Twitter Sonnet #1453

The giant wasn't big so people slept.
In dreams of rope the copper lantern falls.
In dusty flowers poison hearts are kept.
A sugar habit hardens sturdy walls.
A leather string connects the cows to years.
A ticking clock observes the frightened man.
The golden sun recalls a dearth of fears.
A chip of gold could scratch the iron pan.
The question cornered words across a sky.
Across a sea, the sentence fished for art.
The random seeds produced a myst'ry pie.
The brain absorbed an extra, senseless heart.
A steady rain encouraged second trips.
Encroaching sun in ocean coffee dips.