News flash: Yesterday, workers of the Kazamaura municipal office aprehended a rude and criminal monkey which, in accordance with
Yuko and Me Happy to Be Home in Kazama Making Okonomiyaki for Lunch: Please Note the Extremely Messy Background—that is NOT what Our House Looks Like
I cannot begin to describe what the past three and a half weeks of travel in
Instead, here are some meditations upon my embarking on my second year as
Meditation I: On My Hyper-Gaijin-Sensitivity
I repent of my petty complaining over real and/or perceived injustices and slights inflicted on me as a foreigner in
I’ve decided not to bother with Meditation II. I will instead formulate this year’s motto for Kazamaura’s ALT: “Lighten up and Relax, Dude”
Air travel isn’t fun anymore. Why do people need to be so uptight about being blown up? We’re all going to die anyway—we might as well create a world in which we can fly towards our deaths without worrying about being strip searched by haughty immigration officials invested with way too much arbitrary power over other human beings. On 11 September 2001 I thought that a new era was dawning in which wealthy societies would comprehend the need to stop ripping off poor countries, de-urbanize, spread out low to the ground, and work towards developing a more organic economic infrastructure. Instead we (yes, “WE”—the most avid anti-Bush Americans and the most avid anti-American non-Americans are just as complicit in the current social order as people who voted Republican) are going to build an even taller building in Manhattan, continue buying cheap stuff made by poor people in hot countries, and worry ourselves sick about security.
Oh yeah, Kazamaura's hamlet of Shimofuro was featured in a one hour special on Fuji Television this morning. That's one hour on national television devoted to our village!