<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362636513463223667</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:36:42.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hirakata Dreamin'</title><subtitle type='html'>The once in a lifetime chance to study in Japan has been an amazing experience, in addition to the classes I am taking I have learned much from my observation of Japanese people and culture. The similarities and differences from life in America are both startling and wonderful at the same time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heicheldog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113840440754744021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362636513463223667.post-7742315221719053239</id><published>2009-05-15T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:55:30.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressions are like seasons... they change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/Sg0etYbfdjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LvzJqajhNAo/s1600-h/CIMG3585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/Sg0etYbfdjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LvzJqajhNAo/s400/CIMG3585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335954898504611378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/Sg0etJ8APLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zpXt99kPOBE/s1600-h/_MG_6398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/Sg0etJ8APLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zpXt99kPOBE/s400/_MG_6398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335954894614445234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to my arrival to Japan I had all of the real cliche stereotypes about Japan. I expected a country full of color and history; a country where things never slowed down and something amazing was constantly occurring. This stereotypes though have turned out to be partially, if not entirely, true insofar as my limited time in Japan has presented me. I have seen hundreds of shrines and temples that look like things straight out of a movie set; I have seen streets so busy they make Time Square in New York City look like little more than footpath; but most of all i have been thoroughly entertained and entranced by Japan since my arrival. As a history and social studies major I have been interested in the culture and history here since well before my arrival; there was a part of me that was worried that Japan was not going to live up the expectations I had set. Luckily Japan has met and exceeded my expectations primarily due to the fact that Japan is so remarkably different than America. When visiting a new place I relish the feeling of being lost, overwhelmed, and out of place; I truly enjoy being somewhere that I have to work to adapt at fitting in. I was also worried that the history and culture of Japan would not be as prominently displayed as I had hoped. However places like Fushimi Inari pictured above and the myriad of other temples, shrines, and palaces have given me ample opportunities to experience Japan's ancient culture. Even in japan where space is at a premium and one very rarely has any personal space to speak of places like Fushimi Inari and other temples defy the stereotype and stretch for acres and acres allowing people to get out into nature even in the middle of a crowded city like Kyoto.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time in Japan I have never been so far out of my comfort zone that I wished I wasn't here; there have been multiple occasions where the language barrier or culture barrier has caused some issues but most were easily shrugged off. I am also never to far away from a little slice of Americana; places like malls and shopping arcades offer numerous western shopping and dining experiences that help ward off homesickness. I have yet to go anywhere in japan where I haven's spied a western fast food chain or a trendy clothing store like Tommy Hilfiger. In truth Japan consists of a perfect blend of traits that made it an excellent place for me to visit. I was able to experience the history and culture I longed for while the surge in globalization that has taken place over the past few decades allowed me quite a few western comforts during my stay (I have managed to go the whole trip only using a Japanese style toilet twice.) Overall my opinion of Japan is much the same as it was when I arrived only with a nice layer of satisfaction added, I have been thoroughly impressed by the people and culture here and I am already anxious to return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362636513463223667-7742315221719053239?l=heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/7742315221719053239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/05/impressions-are-like-seasons-they.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/7742315221719053239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/7742315221719053239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/05/impressions-are-like-seasons-they.html' title='Impressions are like seasons... they change...'/><author><name>Heicheldog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113840440754744021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/Sg0etYbfdjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LvzJqajhNAo/s72-c/CIMG3585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362636513463223667.post-726354751344271141</id><published>2009-04-25T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:34:27.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SfLK1_VnJvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NcJ_ZB_09Hw/s1600-h/Photo-0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SfLK1_VnJvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NcJ_ZB_09Hw/s400/Photo-0015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328544338016675570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SfLK1pvvp5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/HG9YRXSDDcI/s1600-h/Photo-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SfLK1pvvp5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/HG9YRXSDDcI/s400/Photo-0013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328544332220704658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics have never been of great interest to me personally, I keep up with current events and I always vote in elections but I would by no means consider myself a political guru. One reason for this is the way politics are presented in America, if politicians in America are to be judged by the way they are presented to people then it would seem that every candidate spends all of their time kissing babies, visiting the elderly, and wandering aimlessly through tobacco fields (A popular theme in Kentucky Political ads). I cont like all of the pomp and circumstance put into commercials and campaigns and how politicians try to force feed politics to use at every turn. &lt;br /&gt;Japanese politicians in the other hand have taken a slightly different approach. Since my arrival here I have not seen a single commercial for a political candidate, I am instead inundated with countless posters and placards advertising one candidate or another or the unnervingly ominous "Campaign Trucks" that seem to pass right outside of my window every morning between 6:00 and 8:00. Posters like the ones shown above are pasted everywhere; on houses, fences, telephone poles, bathroom stalls, seemingly everywhere one could think to stick up a sign. However each of these ads is simple and relatively low key, there is no elaborate photo or stunning visuals. Most are simply a picture of the candidate with a brief "sales pitch" tacked on. Far more unsettling for me are the vans that seem to be constantly patrolling the city with mounted loud speakers blaring a political pep-talk message or even more unnerving a very Cold War-ish sounding soundtrack very reminiscent of Communist propaganda films. I of course have no idea what any of these messages are saying but a small part of me feels as if I am being slowly inexorably pulled towards a somewhat more "Red" existence. Upon questioning a few Japanese students about the purpose or message the vans were toting, all of them admitted to not knowing, they simple muted out the background noise the vans produced. I don't honestly think that these vans are toting some communist message (Although I cannot be sure) but it seems so weird to me to have politics presented in such an unavoidable way. It seems so Big Brother-ish to have vans patrolling the streets spouting political jargon to anyone within a city block. I much prefer the poster method, it is much more user friendly and doesn't seem so much like subliminal encouragement. All that aside I am even more ignorant about Japanese politics than I am about the American political machine. So for now I will just settle down in my chair under my freshly hung hammer and sickle and read my copy of Manifest der Kommunistischen Partei until the revolution begins... I mean until dinner time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362636513463223667-726354751344271141?l=heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/726354751344271141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/politics-have-never-been-of-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/726354751344271141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/726354751344271141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/politics-have-never-been-of-great.html' title='A Whole New Machine'/><author><name>Heicheldog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113840440754744021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SfLK1_VnJvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NcJ_ZB_09Hw/s72-c/Photo-0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362636513463223667.post-2096206207659609643</id><published>2009-04-19T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:32:12.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ichi...Ni...San strikes your out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SewPRYG3XrI/AAAAAAAAADE/gA38kO1wQbk/s1600-h/PINKMAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SewPRYG3XrI/AAAAAAAAADE/gA38kO1wQbk/s400/PINKMAN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326649250475892402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SewPROPWO2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/z38rz6NQycc/s1600-h/BAlloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SewPROPWO2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/z38rz6NQycc/s400/BAlloon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326649247827114850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsession is defined by the American Heritage dictionary as a, "Compulsive preoccupation with a fixed idea often accompanied by symptoms of anxiety." I have never been as willing to apply the word obsession to something as I am to label the Hanshin Tigers baseball team fans as obsessed. Perhaps obsession is too light a word, fanatic comes to mind; someone so endeared to an ideal that they would kill for it. Indeed the Hanshin Tigers fans in some cases seem almost as if they would kill for the love of their team, at the game I attended I noticed the constant presence of security around the opposing teams cheering section. Not to say that every fan is obsessed but a large portion are completely focused on the game and nothing else. one gentleman sitting in our section who I simply referred to as "Pinkman" spent the entire game wearing a full Pink Hanshin Tigers getup complete with fluffy ears and tail. But the obsession did not stop there, each time a Hanshin player went up to bat he help up a large sign with the players name and cheer written in black sharpie, he was a one man cheering section. The remainder of the stadium was filled with fans sporting all sorts of Hanshin gear from noisemakers to gigantic flags to Lucha Libre tiger masks. Of all the sporting event I have attended this game definitely had the most emphatic and empathetic supporter, fans reacted with startlingly strong emotions as the game went on from shouted songs of praise to tears of sadness. Many of the customs at a Hanshin tigers game were quite different from those of a normal baseball game. During the seventh inning stretch the crowd blows up and releases thousands of "Rocket Balloons" to zip around the stadium for a few seconds before starting the next inning. Another key difference was that while the Tigers were up to bat the stadium maintained a dull roar of cheers but during the other teams time at bat the stadium is virtually silent, there are no cheers or chants while other team is up; in fact very few people even seemed to be paying attention to the game during the other teams at bat save for an exceptional catch made by a Hanshin player. Overall the biggest impression the baseball gaem made on me was the way the Japanese people acted there as opposed to other places. Normally Japanese people have been rather timid and quiet in my experiences with them, this is not to say that all japanese people are this way but in day to day life most are relatively placid. At the game however people are loud, flamboyant, and far more enthusiastic than they normally seen. It was great to see such dichotomy at this game and it was certainly one of my favorite "people watching" events since i arrived here. I leave you with one closing though:&lt;br /&gt;Rokko oroshi ni sasso to&lt;br /&gt;Soten kakeru nichirin no&lt;br /&gt;Seishun no haki uruwashiku&lt;br /&gt;Kagayaku wagana zo Hanshin Taigasu&lt;br /&gt;O-o-o-o Hanshin Taigasu&lt;br /&gt;Fure-fure-fure-fure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toshi hatsuratsu tatsu ya ima&lt;br /&gt;Nekketsu sude ni teki o tsuku&lt;br /&gt;Ju-o no iki takaraka ni&lt;br /&gt;Muteki no warera zo Hanshin Taigasu&lt;br /&gt;O-o-o-o Hanshin Taigasu&lt;br /&gt;Fure-fure-fure-fure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362636513463223667-2096206207659609643?l=heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/2096206207659609643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/ichinisan-strikes-your-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/2096206207659609643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/2096206207659609643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/ichinisan-strikes-your-out.html' title='Ichi...Ni...San strikes your out...'/><author><name>Heicheldog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113840440754744021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SewPRYG3XrI/AAAAAAAAADE/gA38kO1wQbk/s72-c/PINKMAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362636513463223667.post-6459708298847627078</id><published>2009-04-11T00:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:41:14.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onna no Hito and Otoko no Hito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SeBEqP69QDI/AAAAAAAAACk/0MaHqSIenzQ/s1600-h/CIMG3841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SeBEqP69QDI/AAAAAAAAACk/0MaHqSIenzQ/s400/CIMG3841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323330252170936370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SeBEp0M5s1I/AAAAAAAAACc/5AzKaRUBzaA/s1600-h/CIMG3830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SeBEp0M5s1I/AAAAAAAAACc/5AzKaRUBzaA/s400/CIMG3830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323330244730008402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things about Japan have shocked and amazed me since my arrival here; the food, the festivals, the clothing and many other traits continue to astound and sometimes confuse me. Another aspect of Japanese culture that surprised me was how gender identity here differs from gender standards back home. My first big revelation occurred while watching a concert at campus in which a group of Japanese students played a very pleasing set of Classic Rock songs all of which were sung in English. I was sitting near a group of Japanese students and we began talking about classic rock and the "awesomness" of American Rock and Roll. They began to ask me about each member of the band and my thoughts on them; "The Singer?"... "Oh yeah he is great"... "The Bassist?".... "He is good too".... "The Keyboard"... "Sounds great".... "What about the drummer, she is good right?"... "Yeah she is, I don't see many female drummers back home." This last comment was met with a wave of laughter and I was quickly informed that this was silly because girls are always better drummers. The Japanese students assumed me that all of the best bands in Japan utilized female drummers because women are far superior to men as drummers. Hearing this I was somewhat taken aback as I had become used to the somewhat sexist happenings in japn (Not to say that that is the rule, but compared to America the gender bias is somewhat more substantial). This got me to thinking about the gender differences I had experienced in Japan compared to the States and I had a sudden epiphany... The keyboard player... looks like a girl... The guy two rows in front of me... very effeminate... the students who had prepared my coffee earlier that morning appeared as though he had spent more time on his hair than I had spent showering getting dressed and getting to campus combined. It wasn't until that moment, nearly 2 and a half months into my stay in Japan that I realized that Japan has a severe gender crisis on its hands... By American standards that is. A popular fashion for men here is what is referred to as metro sexuality in the States in which males take special care in preserving their appearance and in many cases appear well... to be girls. this is not to say there is anything wrong with this of course, and from what I have seen the majority of these men are heterosexual in nature. I simply come from an place of more conservative stock, where men dress like men, women dress like women, and there is very little intermingling of the two styles. So what is really just a simple fashion trend had at first appeared to me as a sort of mass-hysteria of gender confusion. The new young generation of Japanese doesn't seem as bound by traditional gender customs as the older culture (For example older couples are very rarely sen so much as holding hands in public, much less partaking of one of the American forms of Public displays of Affection or PDA) and along with this new form of gender recognition a new set of styles and fashions has come about. While gender roles are indeed different here in Japan and at times a bit confusing to me it is no more so than any other aspect of the culture; regardless of what people are wearing here my ability to understand the language remains unaffected... I think the language barrier is a much bigger issue than that of Gender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362636513463223667-6459708298847627078?l=heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/6459708298847627078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/onna-no-hito-and-otoko-no-hito.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/6459708298847627078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/6459708298847627078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/onna-no-hito-and-otoko-no-hito.html' title='Onna no Hito and Otoko no Hito'/><author><name>Heicheldog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113840440754744021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SeBEqP69QDI/AAAAAAAAACk/0MaHqSIenzQ/s72-c/CIMG3841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362636513463223667.post-2984621955410537942</id><published>2009-04-01T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:56:04.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shinto or bust...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SdRWOCkf_rI/AAAAAAAAACU/BwbWZ8Fg-gc/s1600-h/Shin2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SdRWOCkf_rI/AAAAAAAAACU/BwbWZ8Fg-gc/s400/Shin2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319971859039518386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SdRWNv8itUI/AAAAAAAAACM/NCPAyTD_2t0/s1600-h/SHIN1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SdRWNv8itUI/AAAAAAAAACM/NCPAyTD_2t0/s400/SHIN1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319971854040085826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to religious symbols in Japan it is entirely impossible to go an entire day without seeing some sort of religious symbol or imagery. From the temples and Tori gates that dot every city to the monks and priests that can be seen praying or collecting donations, religion is an integral part of Japanese culture. One interesting fact that I learned upon arriving here is that every Japanese citizen regardless of the religion they practice is registered as Shinto, I found this odd until i began to learn how important the Shinto faith has been in Japanese history serving much the same way Christianity had in European development. I find it quite refreshing to see these small religious reminders throughout the cities, the aged shrines and temples help keep maintain the classical feel of most cities, although i must admit seeing a shrine sandwiched in between a laundromat and a car wash is quite a baffling sight to see. One fact that I cant quite get over is the extent to which many of these shrines and temples have become as much about reeling in tourists as they are about serving as religious locations. Many of the temples I have visited are full of tourists snapping photos and souvenirs; unfortunately in many cases the number of tourists outnumber actual patrons of the shrine. Also, while her in Japan I have met very few people who are practicing Shinto, most of the students students and young people I talk to generally tell me that their families do not practice any particular religion, however most of the still consider themselves Shinto even if they do not practice the religion. This has led me to believe that the practice of Shinto is going out of style and is reserved mostly for the elderly and those of a more conservative persuasion. Religion seems to serve more of an aesthetic purpose for the younger Japanese serving as a backdrop for photos or a place to sight see with friends. Regardless of the current importance of religion in Japan it is beyond doubt that religion helped shape Japan into what it is today and will provide beautiful landmarks and imagery in Japan for time to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362636513463223667-2984621955410537942?l=heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/2984621955410537942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/shinto-or-bust.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/2984621955410537942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/2984621955410537942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/shinto-or-bust.html' title='Shinto or bust...'/><author><name>Heicheldog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113840440754744021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SdRWOCkf_rI/AAAAAAAAACU/BwbWZ8Fg-gc/s72-c/Shin2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362636513463223667.post-5286485021535350701</id><published>2009-03-26T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:44:24.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/ScubnLT7-tI/AAAAAAAAACE/nL-_OOhvmq4/s1600-h/CIMG3654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/ScubnLT7-tI/AAAAAAAAACE/nL-_OOhvmq4/s400/CIMG3654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317514882394618578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5904c2fad3d7e0ab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5904c2fad3d7e0ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331602007%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A3A4F803673413C65069A0DF57DBCCD495BD26E.1A082FBCA23D9F328BD674C267EE8B8B59BF98C4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5904c2fad3d7e0ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdIWPvHiW1EoFaU14SbbrEIMQDnw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5904c2fad3d7e0ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331602007%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A3A4F803673413C65069A0DF57DBCCD495BD26E.1A082FBCA23D9F328BD674C267EE8B8B59BF98C4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5904c2fad3d7e0ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdIWPvHiW1EoFaU14SbbrEIMQDnw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this particular subject very difficult to begin writing on and even more difficult to find photos for. Of course I have the stereotypical pictures of American food chains dotting Japanese streets and Nihon-jin tooling around wearing western style clothes. One of the first items I saw was a restaurant in Kyoto with a huge cheeseburger that reminded me of the sort of record setting meal one would find in the states. Another place that seemed very western to me is a family dining establishment called Kappa Zushi that serves sushi in a  very unique way. All of the table in Kappa Zushi are set up around a small revolving conveyor belt at table height that travels from the kitchen and out to the tables carrying a variety of small sushi plates. Each plate costs 105 yen and a diner need only remove a plate from the belt and enjoy the sushi. At the end of the meal each person check is tallied base don the number of plates of sushi you have consumed, it is a very unique idea and much different from restaurant back home. What makes it a great example of globalization is the way the restaurant has a sort of family friendly atmosphere; the restaurant serves traditional sushi as well as kid friendly snacks like chicken nuggets and juice boxes in order to appeal to all age groups. Each time I go I see at least 5 or 6 tables with children at them, laughing and enjoying selecting their food almost as much as they enjoy eating it. In Japan sushi is usually considered to be a somewhat formal food and is served mostly at more traditional and expensive sushi bars. I feel that a restaurant with a  family friendly theme that serves food in such a fun way is a more western idea and that a family friendly place like Kappa Zushi is a fun example of Western influence in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my time here I have heard many people make comments about how Japan is "losing its sense of self." or "becoming just another western nation." I would argue however that Japan is doing what every other country, city, tribe, nation or any other group of people has done for thousands of years; borrowing. Whenever one group of peole starts a new trend or fashion or discovers a new concept it is generally shared with other people's; in thsi way every country in the world can absorbed aspects of other cultures. I do not feel like the Japanese culture is being "replaced" by a western culture they are merely watching foreign trends and the picking and choosing aspects they like and incorporating them into their own identity. I feel that is is impossible for the spirit of Japan to ever be lost; instead Japan will continue to change and grow just as every other nation does. As the world becomes more and more of a globalized economy and barriers come down there will always be certain aspects of a society that can never be changed or altered. No matter how many gigantic burgers or sushi conveyor belts or Tommy Lee Jones coffee machines (hard to explain that one) this country gets it wall always be Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362636513463223667-5286485021535350701?l=heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5904c2fad3d7e0ab&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/5286485021535350701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-found-this-particular-subject-very.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/5286485021535350701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/5286485021535350701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-found-this-particular-subject-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Heicheldog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113840440754744021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/ScubnLT7-tI/AAAAAAAAACE/nL-_OOhvmq4/s72-c/CIMG3654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362636513463223667.post-5555739375303038796</id><published>2009-03-08T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:42:33.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyoichi Sawada: Eyes on Vietnam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SbOaL4v7RXI/AAAAAAAAABw/qB1YJNlZzAE/s1600-h/faas_sawada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SbOaL4v7RXI/AAAAAAAAABw/qB1YJNlZzAE/s400/faas_sawada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310757914602587506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyoichi Sawada was born February 22, 1936 in Aomori Prefecture in Japan. He was orphaned as  a child and spent the majority of his early years working with cameras especially for the Japanese Military. In the 1960's Sawada became interested in the war in Vietnam but was denied a press pass, he decided instead to travel by himself on vacation where his photos convinced his publisher UPI to send him to Saigon to photograph the war. Sawada's most famous photograph and perhaps one of the best known photos from the Vietnam war features a woman and her four kids swimming across a river to escape the fighting on the far side. &lt;br /&gt;(Can be scene at: http://www.worldpressphoto.org/index.php?option=com_photogallery&amp;task=view&amp;id=168&amp;Itemid=115&amp;bandwidth=high) &lt;br /&gt;This picture won Sawada a Pulitzer Prize and made him one of the best known photographers in Japan. Sadly Sawada died in Cambodia (Thanks for correction Catherine!!) on October 28 1970, after receiving numerous other awards for his powerful photography in active war zones. Sawada's work plays an important part in Japan's history as photos of war were generally frowned upon. Hos work was important because of the messages he chose to convey, he did not simply take pictures of innocent civilians but also soldiers both in triumph and in tragedy but nearly all of Sawada's photography had to do with war. His visual documentation of these conflicts served to illicit a variety of reactions in viewers; everything from sympathy, to hatred, to shock and awe can be felt in nearly every one of his photos. While Sawada's photos do not in my opinion represent all of Japanese culture they certainly help keep a record of the conflicts occurring is Asia during this time period as well as the type of fighting as well as the type of people present at these conflicts. His pictures are very successful in documenting the variety of feelings present in a war zone, pictures of frightened people fleeing battles as well as ravaged corpses help the reader see the broad spectrum of emotions that make up a war. I feel that Sawada's work is especially powerful even when compared to pictures taken by other wartime journalists. His ability to get photos of death and sadness as well as action photos shows the astounding range of his skill as a photographer. I have respect for the sort of person willing to put themselves in harms way in an attempt to tell the stories of other people. Sawada is in my opinion one of the greatest wartime photographers that ever lived and his work help influence opinions about the conflicts that he covered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362636513463223667-5555739375303038796?l=heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/5555739375303038796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/kyoichi-sawada.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/5555739375303038796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/5555739375303038796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/kyoichi-sawada.html' title='Kyoichi Sawada: Eyes on Vietnam'/><author><name>Heicheldog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113840440754744021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SbOaL4v7RXI/AAAAAAAAABw/qB1YJNlZzAE/s72-c/faas_sawada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362636513463223667.post-2070277169817824129</id><published>2009-03-08T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T03:04:38.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Visual" Anthropology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SbOUgMnWVTI/AAAAAAAAABo/2RksOGu7AIE/s1600-h/Eyeborg_Press_The_Eye_Vertical_270x198.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SbOUgMnWVTI/AAAAAAAAABo/2RksOGu7AIE/s400/Eyeborg_Press_The_Eye_Vertical_270x198.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310751666462938418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo Credit: eyeborgblog.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While surfing around the internet I came across a particularly interesting article that seemed to me to be a literal interpretation of Visual Anthropology... perhaps too literal. A filmmaker named Rob Spence who lost his eye in a childhood accident has started an ambitions new project to document life as nobody has done so before. His plan involves installing a small camera into his prosthetic eye that will transmit video to a hard drive. Spence will quite literally be providing a first person view of his daily life and experiences to anyone who views his work. This struck me as especially important to the field of visual anthropology because in this case, perhaps more than any other, the things Spence documents will be 100% human visual information. Viewers will see exactly what Spence sees and with there being no camera equipment it will be as unobtrusive as possible. I found it baffling to imagine being able to literally see something from another person's physical point of view. Instead of thinking what will create dramatic shots or camera angles Spence will merely go through his normal routine and the magic of it will be in how real it feels. I can already imagine how something as simple as taking a jog would look amazingly realistic to viewers because... it is real. There was no fancy camera work to make is "appear" as though a person is running it is instead just a person running who happens to be able to record it through his own eyes. I encourage everyone to check this out and perhaps think about possible uses for this science in the field of Visual Anthropology. What would you use it for? Feel free to leave comments.&lt;br /&gt;Check out their progress at: http://eyeborgblog.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362636513463223667-2070277169817824129?l=heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/2070277169817824129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/visual-anthropology.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/2070277169817824129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/2070277169817824129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/visual-anthropology.html' title='&quot;Visual&quot; Anthropology'/><author><name>Heicheldog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113840440754744021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SbOUgMnWVTI/AAAAAAAAABo/2RksOGu7AIE/s72-c/Eyeborg_Press_The_Eye_Vertical_270x198.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362636513463223667.post-4112703675663126408</id><published>2009-03-02T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:02:51.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Culture... The Flashy side of Japanism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SavCUDtIUuI/AAAAAAAAABg/cf-3uvP3iig/s1600-h/CIMG3660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SavCUDtIUuI/AAAAAAAAABg/cf-3uvP3iig/s400/CIMG3660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308550235634029282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SavCT40t24I/AAAAAAAAABY/nCZcLAIoeEY/s1600-h/CIMG3501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SavCT40t24I/AAAAAAAAABY/nCZcLAIoeEY/s400/CIMG3501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308550232713059202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the strongest American stereotypes about Japan in America is one concerning the popular culture aspects of the country. Japan is presented to Americans in some ways as existing almost as a giant cartoon; in some ways this stereotype fits while in others it is way off the mark. During my first week in Hirakata I saw numerous mascots advertising everything from festivals, to Pachinko parlors, to express toll passes. While at first this seemed rather strange to me it soon became apparent just how successful these cartoon-ish characters were at advertising. During my first trip to Kyoto I was set upon by a group of Samurai... No really... And one of them was a cat in samurai armor... Yeah I know, crazy right? But it did indeed happen, one minute I was walking around glancing at shops and the next I was in the midst of a swarm of people in Samurai armor. Come to find out the "Samurai" were advertising for a local festival that was about to start and the cat samurai was to attract kids to the event. It had quite an impact on me and I noticed countless other people with cameras in hand following the line of Samurai through the crowded streets. The samurai cat was most definitely not the only bit of pop culture advertising I saw that day. Most of the stores I visit here contain some sort of pop culture icon somewhere in their stores; characters like Doreimon, Domo, Hikonyan, and of course Kitty-chan. Each of these mascots serve to represent some brand or location and are widespread in major Japanese cities. However these mascots are not limited simply to advertising... they are everywhere. Each of these characters can be found on clothes, in cartoons, or even as toys in shops and crane games around the cities. These characters have been embraced as pop-culture icons and are adored instead of being despised like ads in the States are. Other more historical creatures come up in Japan such as the Kappa pictured in the warning sign near a Japanese waterway. The sign shows a Kappa (Japanese monster that lurks in water) grabbing a child and pulling them into the water, this is meant as a way to get children to stay away from this canal. I have found that the Japanese view of popular culture is in many ways related to history and mith as well as cartoon-ish characters. SO in this way my view of Japan as a very animated and character filled place was somewhat correct as can be scene by the prevalence of such mascots and creatures in and around Hirakata and other large cities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362636513463223667-4112703675663126408?l=heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/4112703675663126408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/pop-culture-flashy-side-of-japanism.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/4112703675663126408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/4112703675663126408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/03/pop-culture-flashy-side-of-japanism.html' title='Pop Culture... The Flashy side of Japanism'/><author><name>Heicheldog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113840440754744021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SavCUDtIUuI/AAAAAAAAABg/cf-3uvP3iig/s72-c/CIMG3660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362636513463223667.post-4457475626317167054</id><published>2009-02-23T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T05:14:19.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SaK4vC408RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mAGdqazItzk/s1600-h/CIMG3544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SaK4vC408RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mAGdqazItzk/s400/CIMG3544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306006429364449554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SaK4fW9N1WI/AAAAAAAAABI/1lJJEKopbYg/s1600-h/CIMG3648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SaK4fW9N1WI/AAAAAAAAABI/1lJJEKopbYg/s400/CIMG3648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306006159873660258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my visit in Japan one of my favorite aspects has been the people and my interactions with the general populace. I have found for the most part people are friendly towards me and I am pleasantly surprised at the number of people who are anxious to practice their English and ask me about my life at home. My favorite experience with Japanese people thus far occurred when I had the chance to visit two elementary schools right here in Hirakata. My first visit was to Yamada Elementary school and after entering the school building and changing into slippers I was instantly greeted by the sight of the students cleaning... thats right cleaning... the school. And not just the sort of "picking up" cleaning we did in elementary school but actually floor to ceiling cleaning. Kids were sweeping floors, shaking out rugs, changing out toilet paper and soap in the bathrooms; and oddly enough nobody seemed to be complaining. At first I thought maybe this was just because the school was having visitors and they decided to tidy up the school; however upon asking one of the teachers about ti she confirmed that two times a week the students help clean up the school. She explained that it was partially a budget thing (Saving money on a custodian) but the bigger idea was to begin teaching responsibility and cleanliness to the kids. This struck me as an extremely novel concept; I remember most of Elementary school functioning like a giant daycare where we seemed to mostly waste time until we started middle school. The teachers at Yamada elementary worked to teach the kids not only basic knowledge but also valuable life skills. This became especially apparent when the kids were introduced to us in the schools gymnasium; all of the kids were organized in neat little rows and were very polite throughout our entire introduction. My first thought was that the teachers had simply turned these kids into little machines who were uncap able of typical "Child-like behavior". This notion was very quickly proven wrong however because as soon as the introductions were over the kids became typical elementary school kids again. The international students visiting the school were instantly swarmed by kids wanting to know our names, whee we were from, what foods we liked, what we had in our pockets, if we liked Doreimon, and all manner of other questions. At this point it struck me that the kids were not being turned into little perfectly behaved robots but were being guided as to when and where they were to act respectful and formal and when they can be more casual. I very much enjoyed the rest of my visit at the school were the kids acted like typical Elementary school kids up until the time of our departure where they again became very quiet and respectful. This was by far my favorite experience with Japanese people and I learned a lot about the kids here and the ways the school systems work to make them better behaved. I like to think that learning manner sat such a young age is what makes some kids here seemingly more mature (i.e. willing to actively participate in temple gatherings as seen above) and may also contribute to some of the helpfulness of I have experienced in my trip here (i.e. the friendly bike shop owners pictured above who spent nearly 2 hours helping us get our bikes purchased and in perfect shape). I look forward to my future interactions with the Japanese and I hope that many of my stereotypical ways can be left behind when I leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362636513463223667-4457475626317167054?l=heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/4457475626317167054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/02/people.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/4457475626317167054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/4457475626317167054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/02/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Heicheldog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113840440754744021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SaK4vC408RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mAGdqazItzk/s72-c/CIMG3544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362636513463223667.post-9215959637532373249</id><published>2009-02-15T16:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:28:37.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighborhoods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SZiwYv-gNOI/AAAAAAAAABA/W6OYBK584hI/s1600-h/Neighborhood2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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&lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-priority:99; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0in; 	mso-para-margin-right:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0in; 	line-height:200%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;One of the first things I noticed upon arriving at my new home in Seminar House 4 was that the seminar house was merely a stone’s throw away from residential housing in nearly every direction. However, what surprised me even more was that the people in these neighborhoods actually interact with each other regularly. I see people outside all of the time and very rarely are they alone; not only that but many of these neighborhoods share small communal gardens as well, proving their trust in each other and their belief in functioning together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Firstly to put this into perspective one must understand my experience with neighborhoods. Back home I live in a nice neighborhood called Lake Point, it consists of probably 50 houses each on about a one acre lot. The crowning point of the neighborhood is its namesake, the lake. The lake stretches the length of the neighborhood and is well stocked with a variety of game fish and other aquatic life; the lake is also very exclusive. To get to the dock and/or boat ramp of the lake one must open a locked gate with a key provided only to residents of lake point subdivision, there is also a sign promptly displayed informing all those up to no good that the lake is private property and therefore any trespassers will be "prosecuted". Prosecuted always seemed a bit heavy to me as it conjured up images of a long court battle between the Lake Point homeowners association and the unlucky angler who tempted fate by trespassing on the hallowed lake. My point in all of this is that my experience with neighborhoods can be summed up thusly: "Our neighborhood is great... Your’s... not so much. But hey... at least you get a great view of our lake across that field you guys have..." Each neighborhood seems to be trying to outdo the others; if one neighborhood puts up street lamps the other calls the bet and raises the stakes by requiring each homeowner to buy matching mailboxes. The former neighborhood, not to be outdone, installs a beautiful well lit sign surrounded by flowers at the entrance to their neighborhood. This sign serves to inform all who pass by that this is not simply a collection of residences but in fact a small community that is so in tune with their togetherness a granite slab must be erected so all contained in this suburban fiefdom will remember from whence they came while other must look on in jealousy. To be honest I only know the residents of maybe 6 of the 50 houses in the neighborhood, many people I don’t think I have ever even seen. Our neighborhood is not a community, it is just a bunch of homeowners who live near one another and share the same lake.  In Japan the neighborhoods never seem to have boundaries, I have yet to see a sign announcing the existence of one neighborhood differentiated from the rest or any indication of one area being secluded from any other. I see people outside walking and playing and above all talking. In my 16 years at our current home I have talked to one of my neighbors outside perhaps 10 times; all of our communication is done via phone or at some sort of neighborhood function (a once every two years event).&lt;br /&gt;My whole point is this rambling message is that for the first time in as long as I can remember there is a definite sense of community here, people interact and move about outdoors in a way I rarely see back home. People at home are content to stay inside or to hide behind their 10 foot high privacy fences while they use their in-ground pool or barbecue food. People here get out and they share and function like an actually neighborhood should, there is a sense of community, a sense of belonging.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362636513463223667-9215959637532373249?l=heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/9215959637532373249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/02/neighborhoods.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/9215959637532373249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/9215959637532373249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/02/neighborhoods.html' title='Neighborhoods'/><author><name>Heicheldog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113840440754744021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SZiwYv-gNOI/AAAAAAAAABA/W6OYBK584hI/s72-c/Neighborhood2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362636513463223667.post-8208089534939822834</id><published>2009-02-11T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:35:54.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Station Silhouette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SZNtIabv6KI/AAAAAAAAAAw/44-hDWpyBD0/s1600-h/n1010760026_30918209_7908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SZNtIabv6KI/AAAAAAAAAAw/44-hDWpyBD0/s400/n1010760026_30918209_7908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301701177647294626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train station in Namba is itself like an entire city, the station is underground and stretches for what seems like an eternity. The station is filled with all sorts of shops, everything from barber shops, to realtors, to bakeries every possible store and shop is contained in this giant underground terminal. However the stores are not the only intriguing things to see in the station as it also plays host to a variety of art both modern and classical. In the middle of the station there is a small tunnel filled with copies of art by famous painters like Claude Monet and Vincent Van Gogh, which seems odd when such famous paintings are within arms reach of a McDonalds. The rest of the station is filled mostly with more modern forms of art. Things like giant reflective pieces of metal sculpture and tall twisting spirals of cable add a much classier feel to a location that would be dank if not downright scary back in the states. Another key feature of the station is the use of light in the art, one case features a bunch of brightly lit glass balls of varying sizes and colors that seem to be suspended in midair. Likewise another entire wall of the station is made up of glass panels back lit with an array of colors. All of these help make the train station more pleasing to the eye and in some cases present the perfect place to take an album cover style picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362636513463223667-8208089534939822834?l=heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/8208089534939822834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/02/station-silhouette.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/8208089534939822834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/8208089534939822834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/02/station-silhouette.html' title='Station Silhouette'/><author><name>Heicheldog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113840440754744021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SZNtIabv6KI/AAAAAAAAAAw/44-hDWpyBD0/s72-c/n1010760026_30918209_7908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362636513463223667.post-102913571906960285</id><published>2009-02-08T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:36:40.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SY908PqS3kI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lBp_NKJJZyM/s1600-h/Copy+of+CIMG3658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300583864783265346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SY908PqS3kI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lBp_NKJJZyM/s400/Copy+of+CIMG3658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While traveling around Kyoto I stumbled into another one of my preexisting impressions of what Japan would be like. I turned off of a major street and was immediately confronted with another street covered by a vaulted glass ceiling and filled with all sorts of shops, restaurants, and bars. My first thought was how this street in itself resembled the location of what usually amounts to a highly entertaining chase scene in nearly every action movie ever. I felt like I had landed on the set of Rush Hour 4 with Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker just in time for the big Chinatown chase sequence. The setting was perfect, tons of people, all sorts of loud noises and of course... the steam. The hall mark of every good chase scene is for the actors to have something to run through; be it sparks, a waterfall, a giant pane of glass, or of course... steam. There was steam from sewer grates, steam from grills laden with food, steam from giant post of tea, and I am pretty sure I walked past a shop whose sole purpose was blow scalding hot steam into the crowd at random intervals. Before leaving for Japan I had pictured this sort of street as being the only thing Japan was made up of, a bustling center of commerce full of shops and kung-fu fighting. While the latter of these two conditions was sorely lacking this was an intriguing moment for me as I realized not all of my preconceived notions were false. Streets like this run all through the major cities in Japan and nearly all of the are constantly packed full of people and filled with a variety of sights, sounds, and smells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362636513463223667-102913571906960285?l=heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/102913571906960285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/02/while-traveling-around-kyoto-i-stumbled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/102913571906960285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/102913571906960285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/02/while-traveling-around-kyoto-i-stumbled.html' title=''/><author><name>Heicheldog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113840440754744021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SY908PqS3kI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lBp_NKJJZyM/s72-c/Copy+of+CIMG3658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362636513463223667.post-1590199791441314384</id><published>2009-02-08T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:03:11.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SY9t8EdhZ7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/odQf1WlRDrE/s1600-h/Copy+of+CIMG3680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SY9t8EdhZ7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/odQf1WlRDrE/s320/Copy+of+CIMG3680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300576165195507634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SY9t2rmeHsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OzXg97mWtdw/s1600-h/Copy+of+CIMG3679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SY9t2rmeHsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OzXg97mWtdw/s320/Copy+of+CIMG3679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300576072622808770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SY9tvRJa6xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cu-NON81WD4/s1600-h/Copy+of+CIMG3678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SY9tvRJa6xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cu-NON81WD4/s320/Copy+of+CIMG3678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300575945262557970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started thinking about what Japan would look like before my arrival here I couldn't help but picture all of the stereotypes presented to me. First and foremost for me was the image of Japan put forth by Anime and Manga. In each of these forms Japan is often presented as a goofy albeit colorful place full of bright colors, smooth shapes, and the occasional half cat half person. While my search for this elusive "Cat Man" has not yet come to fruition I have quickly noticed the subtle ways that Japan integrates unique shapes and colors into nearly all of their architecture. In the case of these three photos upon departing the JR train into the station in Namba a giant wall made of glass tiles runs parallel to the walkway leading out of the station (Or into depending on your direction of travel). While most of these tiles are simply made of frosted glass every so often a tile contains a sort of diorama featuring an array of abstract art. Meanwhile the entire wall is back-lit with a sort of cool blue light with occasional flashes of red and purple streaking down the length of the wall. From a distance the wall merely looks to be a shade of fluctuating purple accented with the occasional black spot that upon closer inspection turns out to be frames of jellyfish, or bright;y colored glass bubbles, or those sea cucumber things from the second picture.  In the end this long glass wall was a perfect example of one of my first impressions of Japan while at he sometime teaching me a very valuable and equally as corny lesson. First of all the view of the wall and the tiny glass images framed within it served to confirm my beleif that the Japanese as a culture are a highly visual people. In my entire time here in Japan I have yot to enter a building that wasnt in some way or another pleasing to the eye. Even the city office in Hirakata (a building that would be boxy and a single shade of tope throughout the entire building back in the states) was painted a pleasing color and contained art and bright pictures throughout. While the wall helped solidify this theory the frames within the wall helped establish an important and cheesy idea for me as well. From a distance the wall appeared to consist of just solid colors, however upon close inspection the small frames are found to contain art of their own that makes the wall eve more interesting. So in the end I got a chance to see a great piece of art while learning to not skip over any details while I am here. From this point on when I see something interesting I plan on getting as close as I can so as to keep from skipping any details. I very much look forward to the images that will be presented to me in the future and for now.... The search for "Cat Man" continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362636513463223667-1590199791441314384?l=heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/feeds/1590199791441314384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-first-started-thinking-about.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/1590199791441314384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362636513463223667/posts/default/1590199791441314384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heicheldoginjapan.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-first-started-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Heicheldog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113840440754744021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggLotWuvbsM/SY9t8EdhZ7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/odQf1WlRDrE/s72-c/Copy+of+CIMG3680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
