Shibuya. Moments earlier, this famous intersection was packed with people. A man lay on his back amidst the hordes, his legs kicking wildly in the air — Kafka’s Gregor Samsa channeled through a Japanese photographer. He was photographing… what? The sky? His legs? Bits of pedestrians from below? The lights changed and the horns started honking. As he climbed to his feet, his two assistants rushed out of the intersection. I snapped this shot and ran the other way.
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Crazy Man At The Helm
Am I missing something from abroad? Or are most Americans really just sitting back and letting the Bush administration drive America over the edge? David Ignatius uses an apt metaphor to describe the situation:
A Whale of a Mess?
by David Ignatius, Washington Post
There’s a scene in “Moby-Dick” where Captain Ahab, in his pursuit of the white whale, angrily destroys the quadrant he uses for navigation. It’s the moment when the hunt becomes irrational, leaving the ship with nothing to steer by other than the dictates of the chase itself.
The Bush administration hasn’t reached the Ahab moment yet, but it’s getting close. Over the past few weeks, the hunt for Saddam Hussein has become so intense that it has seemed almost self-destructive. The administration appears willing to sacrifice almost anything — America’s alliances, its prosperity, even the security of its citizens — in its determination to oust the Iraqi leader from power.
By many accounts, most Americans are uncomfortable with the direction our leaders are taking us. Why aren’t more voices being raised to question the mess George Bush is getting us into? Now is the time, not after it’s too late.
Shima Onsen
It took another 48 hours — all of Saturday and Sunday — to emerge from the haze and misery of the sickness. I spent most of both days in the hotel room in Tokyo. And what a waste of a beautiful, warm weekend it was. At least the view from our room on the 30th floor of the Century Southern Tower Hotel in Shinjuku was fabulous.
On Monday morning, the fever broke and my energy returned, though the cough and sinus blockage remain even now.
Okay. Enough about personal health, or lack thereof.
On Monday, Sam and I traveled to Shima Onsen, a small hot springs resort village in the mountains in Gumma Prefecture, northwest of Tokyo. We stayed at a great ryokan (traditional inn). The outdoor baths were beautiful and the food was very good.
Long Weekend
Heading into Tokyo tonight after work for a long weekend with a good friend who’s visiting from home. We’ll also be spending a night at the Kashiwaya Ryokan in Gunma on Monday before returning to Nagano. I’ve got ten hours to shake this lingering sickness.
Not What I Needed
I ventured out briefly this afternoon to see if I could find something that would soothe my throat and tame the nasty, hacking cough I’ve got. In particular, I was hoping for something that would help knock me out tonight so I could get a decent sleep.
Unfortunately, the friendly, English-speaking grandma sensei wasn’t working today at the drug store. I tried to pantomime some of my symptoms in hopes of getting what I was looking for, and was recommended a box of tablets. I should have looked more closely at the label before I left the store.
The cold remedy I came home with turns out to have caffeine in it, not so great for helping put one to sleep. On top of that, the woman who helped me gave me a freebie that she said would be good for me — an energy drink. Basically a Red Bull. The main ingredient is taurine, and it also contains caffeine and nicotine.
These are not proper ingredients to help a sick person. It seems more like a way to keep the walking dead propped up for another day of work.
Miserable
For my birthday this year, I got the flu. I barely made it through the workday yesterday. And after a night of fitful sleep, I’m still lying in bed with aches, pains and chills racking my body. Needless to say, I’m not having a happy day.
Flu seasons hits Japan with surge in outbreaks
TOKYO (AP) – Flu season has hit Japan hard this year, with seven times more people coming down with the sickness than last year, an official said Tuesday.
According to the National Institute for Infectious Diseases, 514,801 people contracted influenza between Nov. 1 and Jan. 26.
That compares with 68,641 cases for the same period the year before.
Google Loves Blogs
Seven months ago I was a nobody. Now, thanks to some trivial ramblings powered by cool technology and Google’s attitude towards blogs, I’m apparently somebody. And I didn’t even have to send in 99 cents and a coupon from the back of a comic book.
Surprising though it may sound, I’m not the only Mike Gerhardt in the world. In the past, doing an online search on my name found me buried in the back pages, behind the classifieds — if at all. Virginia Law Professor Mike ruled the roost, what with all his comments in mainstream media on political, historical and social issues. But the professor has dropped off the radar these days, perhaps because he continues to talk to the Washington Post rather than starting a blog of his own. Big Wave Surfer Mike is a big name when it comes to Mike Gerhardt search results. And there’s a real estate agent who’s recently clawed his way to the number two spot. But sitting at the top of the pack these days is little ol’ me.
Huh? How did that happen?
It seems Google likes blogs. So now I’m a leading authority on the new Burton iPod jackets, second only to the actual Apple product page. And a search on “chopstick” reveals that only nine other sites have something more enlightening to say on the subject than my chopstick fiasco story. And as icing on the cake, mikemedia is the number one site listed for a search on “Google Live Query” (I had almost nothing original to say about the subject).
Is this good? I can’t help thinking that many of those who arrive at my site via those search results are a little disappointed. “Huh?! Where’s the real Real Sex?” they ask.
Joi Ito recently asked Google co-founder Larry Page about the high ranking of blog contents in Google search results:
Larry said he thought that blogs were getting higher rankings because they were becoming a more important part of the Internet and implied that he felt the high rankings were fair.
Good enough for me. And things always change. Some young punk is bound to try to knock me off my lofty perch at the top of the Mike Gs any day now. In the meantime, I’ll be working to make those search result visitors feel like they’re getting their click’s worth.
Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676
Ironically, I appear to be anchoring the end of a line of religious men. Family records trace a direct male line back eleven generations over 400 years, through a handful of reverends and missionaries, to the father of the man pictured in the stamp above.
Paul Gerhardt, remembered on this 1957 German stamp, was a Lutheran pastor and hymn-writer in 17th century Germany. (Coincidentally, my father’s family was living in Germany at the time this stamp was issued.) His words are still found in hymnals throughout the world.
Gerhardt lived during the religious conflict of the Thirty Years War, and preached at the church of St. Nicholas in Berlin, where he became immensely popular even as the conflict between Lutherans and the Reformed Church raged.
From Christian Singers of Germany, by Catherine Winkworth:
His sermons, as well as his writings, were so free from controversy that many Calvinists attended his services, and his hymns had no greater admirer than the pious Electress Louisa, who herself belonged to the Reformed Church.
However, he lost his appointment at St. Nicholas after refusing to sign an edict drawn up by Prussian Elector Frederick William I, prohibiting ministers from both the Lutheran and Reformed Churches from attacking each other’s doctrines. Although Gerhardt apparently refrained from such attacks anyway, he felt the edict violated the legal rights of the clergy.
Accordingly a great number of the clergy refused to sign, and were deposed; and these were in general strongly supported by their flocks. Nearly the whole of the Berlin clergy took this part, and one of the most resolute among them was Paul Gerhardt, who being very ill at the time, assembled his brethren around his sick-bed, and entreated them to be steadfast in asserting their right to freedom of speech.
Gerhardt had already lost three of his five children, and during the time following his removal from office his wife and a fourth child died, as well. Apparently, many of his most beautiful hymns were written during this time.
Meanwhile the city of Berlin did not take the loss of its favorite preacher quietly. Meetings were held and petitions addressed to the Elector — first by the burghers and guilds of trade, then by the Town Council, and finally by the Estates of Brandenburg, whose entreaty was said to have the support in private of the Electress herself.
Eventually, the Elector offered to reinstate Gerhardt based on his history as a conscientious preacher. But Gerhardt refused when it became clear he would be expected to follow the spirit of the edict even if he wouldn’t be required to sign it. Gerhardt then moved out of Berlin, accepting a post in Saxony, where he lived until his death in 1676.
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What to make of descriptions of an ancestor who lived four hundred years ago when certain character traits sound a hell of a lot like oneself? And like one’s father? And grandfather?
He had a very tender and scrupulous conscience, and wherever a question of conscience seemed to him to be involved, he was liable to great mental conflict and an exaggerated estimate of trifles.
Mourning
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Natural Flavors
I was recently given an interesting article that ran in The Atlantic Monthly a few years ago, discussing additives that provide flavor and scent to processed foods.
Why McDonald’s Fries Taste So Good
Most processed foods don’t actually have much flavor or taste until they are artificially added. And the difference between “natural flavors” and “artificial flavors” is found more in perception on the part of consumers than in anything related to health or safety.
I especially liked this description of a popular “natural” additive:
Cochineal extract (also known as carmine or carminic acid) is made from the desiccated bodies of female Dactylopius coccus Costa, a small insect harvested mainly in Peru and the Canary Islands. The bug feeds on red cactus berries, and color from the berries accumulates in the females and their unhatched larvae. The insects are collected, dried, and ground into a pigment. It takes about 70,000 of them to produce a pound of carmine, which is used to make processed foods look pink, red, or purple. Dannon strawberry yogurt gets its color from carmine, and so do many frozen fruit bars, candies, and fruit fillings, and Ocean Spray pink-grapefruit juice drink.
A good read. The article is an excerpt from Fast Food Nation, by Eric Schlosser.