tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58821407879803881842024-02-28T15:44:39.829-08:00Tiny ReactorsTiny reactors — Sometimes I feel like I'm walking the wrong way through history.EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.comBlogger256125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-55792442840186348522015-12-22T20:58:00.002-08:002015-12-22T21:05:09.827-08:00We've Moved<br />
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Biwa (loquat)EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-51498276605961955052012-06-03T04:45:00.001-07:002012-06-03T06:50:26.131-07:00Rice Shoots — Ready for Planting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And the baby home.EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-72930209368810146792012-05-28T20:03:00.000-07:002012-05-28T20:03:44.543-07:00Welcome To This Strange New WorldWe interrupt the regularly scheduled programming to bring you this message:<br />
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Luka Byrne McFadden, Dragon Boy, was born exactly at noon on May 27th, 2012. A big happy birthday to him and much love to his mother.</blockquote>
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As always, thanks for reading. If posts are little more sporadic in the next few weeks, you'll know why. <br />
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<br />EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-62674619289124112202012-05-25T08:44:00.000-07:002012-05-25T08:44:35.957-07:00More Japanism in Japan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-37931228182585804492012-05-18T08:54:00.001-07:002012-05-18T08:54:51.062-07:00To BisonThis morning, listening to a <a href="http://www.publicbroadcasting.net/kuer/news.newsmain?action=article&ARTICLE_ID=1923567" target="_blank">new podcast</a> (for me) from PRI's RadioWest, I was surprised and delighted to hear Western historian Dan Flores being interviewed about that most enduring of American iconic beasts, the bison.<br />
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Delighted because I had gotten to know Dan a little during my time at University of Montana, having spent a couple of weeks ranch-sitting for him one winter break which mostly consisted of my going out to feed his two horses every morning (both of whom would let me know emphatically with nips and snorts whenever I was late) chopping wood for the fire, and making sure the place didn't burn down from it.<br />
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Delighted also because its hopeful message at the end was in such great contrast to much of the news I've been absorbing lately. Dan actually thinks that it might be "a good century for the bison." He sees the coming decades as ones in which there will be a great crusade for restoring the American west by bringing bison back onto the landscape as wild animals. (Currently they mostly inhabit limited rangeland within National Parks or on private, commercial ranches.)<br />
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He thinks "a very large bison commons somewhere on the Great Plains is likely to be in our future," the creation of which he suggests will rival the Twentieth Century's designation of the great National Parks such as Yellowstone and Glacier. He ends by stating that in this century we will once again have bison roaming the plains as <i>wild animals</i>.<br />
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After finishing the podcast I started thinking about an article I wrote in a frenzy late one night for a little local monthly English language newsletter called <i>What's New?</i> in which I talked a little about what it means to live in the American west and take part in its vastness. Obviously the paper's not linkable (how quaint!) so I'll reproduce it in its entirety here:<br />
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Students sometimes ask me what, if anything, I miss about back home. I rub my chin for a moment thinking, before I tell them, in all seriousness, “microbrews and National Parks.” The former I can live without if I must — after all, too much choice can be just as paralyzing as none at all — but the latter causes me greater pangs of longing.</blockquote>
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And Montana, the state I most recently called home before coming to Japan, boasts not one, but two National Parks within its borders: Yellowstone, home to geysers and grizzlies; and Glacier, named after its most obvious feature at the crest of its Going-To-The-Sun Road. </blockquote>
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When I say “National Parks” what I really mean is wilderness. Those places where you might see more animals than people in a day; where you don't have to contend with traffic or gadgets. (And that definition would exclude Yellowstone most times of the year — at least along the roadways.) </blockquote>
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That’s not to say that there are not some truly fantastic open spaces, forest lands, and mountain ranges in Japan. There are. And in Ehime we are blessed to have them just outside our door. But the one element that is missing is the wildness. Sure, you can see monkeys or the occasional tanuki just outside Niihama in the hills. There are wild boors and copper pheasants and mamushi (a deadly poisonous snake) up there (I’ve seen them all) but the scale of it is different. Sure you can wade for hours through sasa grass; but even still, you’re never really more than an hour’s car ride away from a village or town.</blockquote>
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But there lots of other places in Montana or Alaska or California or Idaho that are vast and virtually no one knows about because they haven’t been designated as “National Park.” I’m thinking of the Frank Church Wilderness in Idaho or the Bob Marshall in Montana. In those places you could wander in, get disoriented, and never be heard from again.</blockquote>
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When we say to students glibly (or they to us) “America is big country” the idea of its true vastness sometimes gets lost. You just have to spend thirteen hours driving across Montana on the interstate highway to start to get a sense of this phenomenon. You cross into it from the Dakotas, plowing through endless wheat fields, with only a rural auction or a UFO show on the radio, your eyes starting to droop, your foot heavy on the pedal, the car humming along at a hundred miles an hour and you’re not getting anywhere — ooh, there’s a house or an antelope — you turn off the interstate to relieve the intensity of the boredom. A backroad, just as boring, though now heading through rolling hills, another house, a horse, lodgepole pines. Now rolling hills, green, some scattered trees, the mountains begin piling up and they go on and on and on.</blockquote>
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One way to get an idea of what I am talking about — short of going to the time and expense of actually visiting — would be to watch the recent Ken Burns PBS documentary <i>The National Parks</i>. Subtitled <i>America’s Best Idea</i>, it chronicles the history of the National Park system from its inception in 1864 (none other than Abraham Lincoln signed the preservation of Yosemite in California into law) to the present day. </blockquote>
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While we're at it, I'd like to propose a toast to bison. To their great, shaggy staring stolidity. To their increase. To their dispersal and thriving once again across the Great Plains.EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-29092360854897504022012-05-15T07:46:00.000-07:002012-05-15T07:46:27.338-07:00Trade Mark of the Capital: Beauty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-13683564607952708352012-05-12T08:20:00.000-07:002012-05-15T07:47:30.694-07:00Where the 994 Slave for the 6I've gotten into the practice recently of reading the classics out loud after meals to Echosquirrel and Pumpkin (the name she has given to the round protuberance breaching the edge of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chabudai" target="_blank"><i>chabudai</i></a> across from me).<br />
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First it was Thomas Hardy's <i>Mayor of Casterbridge</i> with its intense opening scene of a drunken field hand selling his wife to the highest bidder and its later relentless Hardian march to gloom.<br />
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Right now we are reading Dickens's <i>Great Expectations</i>, a darling of a book which, fortuitously, Echosquirrel has never read (nor has she seen any of the movies) giving that opening scene of young Pip going down to the marshes to bring food and file to an escaped convict all the mystery and weighted meaning it deserves.<br />
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In between those books we read Mark Twain's <i>A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court</i>, the only one of the three I hadn't as yet read. Well, in truth, we were only able to get about halfway through before we tired of Twain's blowhard Yankee and his ridiculous knight-errantry. The story just didn't have the crispness or moral weight or seriousness of a Hardy. I'm guessing we shouldn't have dropped so far down the scale from seriousness to comedy in our choice. That if we pick it back up later after something lighter we may be able to appreciate it more.<br />
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Still, I was fascinated by Twain's thought experiment of taking a character from his own region and era and depositing him squarely into the middle ages in England, six hundred years in the past. A sort of Rip Van Winkle in reverse where the character has all of the power of hindsight at his disposal.<br />
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So he looks around him at the institutions and, of course, finds them wanting. He has been plopped into a feudal system where an hereditary King with his handful of assorted important others rule the land.<br />
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Of course I couldn't help but be struck how much like our present unfortunate rule in America by plutocracy was Twain's description of this feudal England:<br />
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And now here I was, in a country where a right to say how the country should be governed was restricted to six persons in each thousand of its population. For the nine hundred and ninety-four to express dissatisfaction with the regnant system and propose to change it, would have made the whole six shudder as one man, it would have been so disloyal, so dishonorable, such putrid black treason. So to speak, I was become a stockholder in a corporation where nine hundred and ninety-four of the members furnished all the money and did all the work, and the other six elected themselves a permanent board of direction and took all of the dividends. </blockquote>
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Twain knew, or the narrator knew, that the only way to upend this dire situation would be to rise up in rebellion, a rebellion that would in the best case, morph into a revolution. He specifically mentions the French Revolution as "the ever memorable and blessed Revolution, which swept a thousand years of such villainy away in one swift tidal-wave of blood....a settlement of that hoary debt in the proportion of half a drop of blood for each hogshead of it that had been pressed by slow tortures out of that people in the weary stretch of ten centuries of wrong and shame and misery the like of which was not to be mated but in hell."<br />
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The hope now, just as the hope was in Twain's day, is that the citizens, understanding that they are free and do in fact, hold political power, agitate for the <i>common wealth</i>. Twain sites the Connecticut constitution which he says declares "that all political power is inherent in the people, and all free governments are founded on their authority and instituted for their benefit; and that they have <i>at all times</i> an undeniable and indefeasible right to <i>alter their form of government</i> in such a manner as they may think expedient."<br />
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But I think very few people think of altering <i>the form</i> of government. Usually we think of switching out an elect with someone maybe a little less self-serving and mendacious. Twain goes so far as calling a citizen a traitor who sees the commonwealth's political decay and does not agitate for reform.<br />
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I think it entirely possible that we could slip — if we aren't slipping already — into a new middle or dark age where the 994 slave for the 6, where the loyalest citizen gets branded a traitor, because, well you know, revolutions, even the thought of them, are never nice.EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-49124408929142058812012-05-10T08:43:00.000-07:002012-05-10T08:43:55.332-07:00A Map of a Hill on a Bench to a Tower<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-6209143372800530412012-05-07T09:27:00.000-07:002012-05-07T09:27:30.766-07:00Oh You're Charming and Graceful & I'm Not Afraid To Say I Love You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Whoever you are.EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-87337497667362718132012-05-06T08:31:00.000-07:002012-05-06T08:31:16.970-07:00Japanese Sweet Coltsfoot<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I came across this wonderful postcard in a second hand shop a while back, rediscovering it just now in my closet as I was rummaging about for my passport. In parenthesis it reads (old style, right to left) <i>An Akita Specialty</i> — Akita being a prefecture in northern Japan.<br />
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I'm guessing the designation is meant to be playful — referring to both the beauties and the <i>fuki</i> — though I could be wrong.EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-22556275744897459752012-05-05T09:31:00.000-07:002012-05-05T09:31:34.488-07:00Because Weeding the Grass By Hand Can Be Dangerous<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-86517278018640204112012-05-03T20:01:00.001-07:002012-05-03T20:01:46.599-07:00Contour Map<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-58477761567684901782012-05-03T07:48:00.002-07:002012-05-03T07:51:44.389-07:00The Philosophy of StripesI don't really pay that much attention to fashion. Occasionally I check in with the <a href="http://www.thesartorialist.com/" target="_blank">Sartorialist</a> to see what beautiful people he's found lately in this or that corner of Paris, Rome, or Tokyo. And every week I watch Bill Cunningham's <i>On the Street,</i> though really more for a chance to hear him say the word "maavelous" and listen to his obvious enthusiasm for getting paid to go around town taking pictures than for any fashion trends he may be spotting out there.<br />
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In his video this week, <a href="http://video.nytimes.com/video/playlist/style/on-the-street/1247463985977/index.html" target="_blank">Wistful</a>, Bill waxes poetic on the rich colors of the Manhattan spring, showing us both Japanese wisteria (<i>fuji</i>) and azalea (<i>tsutsuji</i>). He then likens the incipient fashion of bold, vertical stripes in women's clothes this season to the dripping wisteria. My first reactions was "Oh, that's maavelous Bill — but a bit of a stretch."<br />
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But then yesterday, I happened to pick up a striped book in the bookstore called, strangely, <i>The Structure of </i>Iki, which pretty much confirmed what good old Bill was saying:<br />
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.... (V)ertical stripes appear to the eyes as parallel lines more easily than horizontal ones. The fact that our eyes are lined up horizontally right and left makes it easier for us to follow the parallel lines set up by a design of vertical stripes running side by side, so that a design that embodies the fundamental parallel relationship horizontally appears to the right and left of one another. Somewhat more effort is required to perceive horizontal stripes, where the fundamental of the parallel relationship is defined vertically by the two lines — one below the other. In other words, because our eyes are placed horizontally, spatial relationships of objects can generally be more clearly expressed when they are oriented horizontally. Thus, in the case of parallel vertical lines our eyes clearly perceive the discrete opposition of the two lines. The opposite is true of parallel horizontal stripes. There, our eyes perceive the side to side successive continuity of a line. </blockquote>
(I guess that phenomenon explains why I'm not so partial to French sailor shirts.)<br />
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The author then goes on to liken vertical stripes to light rain brought down by gravity or willow branches hanging down; conversely, he likens horizontal stripes to the heaviness of geologic strata. He sums up by saying: "horizontal stripes make an object look wider by directing our gaze side to side. Vertical stripes do the opposite, narrowing objects by directing our gaze up and down."<br />
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He does make some exceptions to this general rule; for example, a horizontally striped sash in tandem with a vertically striped kimono; or horizontal straps on sandals to offset a vertically running wood grain or lacquer.<br />
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Anyway, I'll have to write another post on the concept of <i>iki</i> — the author himself argues that it's not directly translatable into other languages, though <i>smart</i>, <i>stylish</i>, or <i>chic</i> are the approximations my dictionary gives. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRG_BG4Wjsc57tFys3V4blTG2VDC01HeKyy8mtwHrNNVmb7tKLdHSI0xRC7__h0M_NzVdNEb0s5coAMJRR9cji8qK6DW8Xf9NA8C82_rBsL6torYrzRyz_5QNRlFYo07XroDfTTk9WnDJ/s1600/iki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRG_BG4Wjsc57tFys3V4blTG2VDC01HeKyy8mtwHrNNVmb7tKLdHSI0xRC7__h0M_NzVdNEb0s5coAMJRR9cji8qK6DW8Xf9NA8C82_rBsL6torYrzRyz_5QNRlFYo07XroDfTTk9WnDJ/s200/iki.jpg" width="131" /></a> The text, which originally appeared in the philosophy magazine <i>Shisō </i>(Thought) in 1930, has been translated by Hiroshi Nara and is nicely presented on facing pages in Japanese and English. I'm not sure of its availability outside of Japan as it appears that Kodansha International has gone extinct. Anyway, here's a link to <a href="http://www.deall.pitt.edu/people/faculty/nara.php" target="_blank">Nara's web page</a> at Pitt.<br />
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I'll try sharing some more nuggets from the book in the coming days — the notes are especially fascinating and informative.<br />
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As always, thanks for reading.<br />
<br />EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-21132726296288992312012-05-01T10:08:00.000-07:002012-05-01T10:10:23.261-07:00Today on the Ridge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Pointing to where I'll go tomorrow.<br />
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A bento lunch from the convenience store.<br />
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A trail to a river shrine not taken.EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-78996859351497225682012-04-30T09:15:00.000-07:002012-04-30T09:15:02.424-07:00Stars Crossing Over TownIf I had a town, if I was starting my own town, I'd call it Stars-Crossing-Over, and turn off all lights.<br />
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If I had a town, if I was making my own town, I'd call it Stars-Crossing-Over and fill it with weed lots and swales.<br />
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If I had a town, if I was resurrecting a town, I'd ban all fake siding to create a religion worshipping wood.<br />
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If I had a town called Stars-Crossing-Over, I'd people it with kids and not-so-serious others, monkeys, butterflies and birds.<br />
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If I had a town called Stars-Crossing-Over, I'd ring all the doorbells to make everyone come out and play.<br />
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If I had a town called Stars-Crossing-Over.EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-30823494991945291642012-04-29T10:47:00.000-07:002012-04-29T18:35:59.603-07:00A Look Back at Leek HouseThe first time I lived in Japan, a world away in Chiba, I used frequently to go to Yokohama, or Sakuragicho more precisely, to the excellent Yurindo bookstore there. They carried lots of English books on all sorts of topics, not just the linguistics and language learning that you found at so many of the Tokyo area shops.<br />
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I remember flipping through an architectural magazine there one day and pausing on a spread of the work of Terunobu Fujimori and his Leek House, a building constructed out of Douglas fir logs and stucco, the roof having hundreds of holes punched in the boards for growing leeks. I remember being pleased by the seeming simplicity of the design as well as the incorporation of greenery into the structure.<br />
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Interestingly enough, my mother, on the other side of the world, came across the same or a different magazine featuring the Leek House and cut out the article and sent it to me. (I probably still have it in storage somewhere.)<br />
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I did recently come across an old article in <b>Axis</b> magazine (November, December 2001) entitled <i>Parasitism and the Control of Greenery</i>, highlighting both the Leek House and the samurai-looking (and misnamed) Dandelion House. In the article the author wanted to see how the houses and architect (and his thought) were faring four or five years on.<br />
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There does seem something outlandish, even foolish in trying to incorporate plants into the very structure of a dwelling. Plants are never just plants. They are communities of organisms that grow and change and die. To maintain a discrete distance between dwelling and nature seems not only to be sensible, but depending on what kinds of critters might be showing up, indispensable.<br />
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The architect himself seemed to be a bit confused by the role plants should play. For on the one hand he takes aim at his fellow Japanese for being "afraid of greenery" and wanting to "half kill" the very plants they nurture; he himself makes sure in both Dandelion House and Leek House to seal off the plants entirely from the inside, relegating them to tiny boxes. However much the architect wanted to incorporate plants into the design, in the end he had to make sure to control plant growth by hanging boxes out away from the actual structure of the house (in the case of Dandelion House) and having a second roof under the leek roof to keep out the elements he's trying so hard to promote.<br />
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There is a growing movement toward something called living architecture in which designers attempt to use some of nature's tricks in creating more responsive, less energy consumptive dwellings.<br />
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But I don't really know exactly what's happening right now in the field. Maybe some of my readers can educate me. I do think though that in fifty or a hundred years, Fujimori's building will appear quaint and not quite so radical as when they first arrived on the scene.<br />
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Postscript: The other day I was in the local bookstore here in Niihama and came across a recently published Collected Works of Terunobu Fujimori. It seemed that his more recent work has been quite a departure from the above pictured. Much more whimsical, almost cartoonish. Perhaps I'll take some time to look at it a little more closely in the coming days and let you know what I think.EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-85703666567093420842012-04-28T08:46:00.000-07:002012-04-28T08:47:25.308-07:00Our Neighbor The Farmer Likes Things Just So<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-76093741071568657042012-04-27T10:17:00.000-07:002012-04-28T19:18:56.789-07:00Still WaitingTowards the end of last summer, on one of those laze-about-down-by-the river-on-the-hammock days, I came across a beautifully patterned black and white cocoon pasted onto a cherry twig. In that day's post, <a href="http://tinyreactors.blogspot.jp/2011/09/waiting.html" target="_blank">Waiting</a>, I merely labeled the cocoon "cocoon" and the spider "crab spider," not knowing much more about either one. But both were clearly waiting. The former for its occupant to emerge; the latter for me to leave it the hell alone.<br />
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And I didn't know it at the time — but would soon after — that I too was entering a period of waiting, for my own moth to emerge, a dragon baby, whom I wait for still.<br />
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And today, at the library — my interest in insects recently aroused by an entomology blog that I stumbled across called <a href="http://beetlesinthebush.wordpress.com/2012/04/26/cochinilla-australiana-in-argentina/" target="_blank">Beetles in the Bush</a> — I picked up a couple of gorgeous insect photography books which I carted home. Later flipping through one of them leisurely (<i>Insects: On the Move for 400 Million Years</i>) I came across <i>my</i> cocoon, the little black and white watermelon pasted onto a notch on a twig.<br />
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The waiting was over, I had a positive ID: <i>iraga</i>, or <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monema_flavescens" target="_blank"><i>Monema flavescens</i>,</a> a species of slug moth in the Limacodidae family, who, from what I can gather, is a bit of a pest in its larval form.<br />
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In addition to being found in Japan, Korean, China, and Taiwan, it is also native to Umur, Ussuri, Askold and Quelpart (delightfully obscure places all — none of which I have ever heard.)<br />
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So I'll keep waiting, and maybe someday soon I'll find the little yellow moth, the bottom of whose brown wings mimic the veins of leaves.EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-42369124270470408382012-04-25T10:34:00.000-07:002012-04-25T10:34:48.610-07:00All Right. I Admit It.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm <a href="http://tinyreactors.blogspot.jp/2012/04/admit-it-youre-trapped.html" target="_blank">trapped</a>. But for so long I believed you'd come down out of the hills and present yourself to me, resplendent in your pre-dawn golds and reds. <br />
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I've been ready for ages — too ready you might say — yet even still it seems you mock my chief virtue, patience, freezing me in some eagerness to hunt you down.<br />
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Still I sit here. But that's not wire you see — rather my twisted, honeycombed cage of mind. <br />
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Nor am I sad. It's just my mustache frames my mouth in a downward slope and the eyebrows I've had painted on point inward to a stare you do know well.<br />
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The accumulated dust of time and decay is nothing. I can shake it off. But I think not yet. I prefer to wait. Just a little longer. You're coming. I can sense it. Just outside my field of vision. Your scent.EMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16605137763276926939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882140787980388184.post-34495417737857564632012-04-24T07:48:00.000-07:002012-04-24T07:48:10.203-07:00Heading SXSW Today<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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