<?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-2745793742695537613</id><updated>2011-06-03T01:57:34.208-07:00</updated><category term='japan'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='KERA'/><title type='text'>Attack of the 50ft Rice Ball!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Sanguine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FPhDHgXHS0/TeihgrX5CsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Oe_mTuTyJ3U/s220/yellow_cat_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745793742695537613.post-6008976808165252897</id><published>2009-05-14T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T05:45:03.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Impressions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SgwRn0bVdbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SqFDvKMlulU/s1600-h/DSCF3461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SgwRn0bVdbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SqFDvKMlulU/s400/DSCF3461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335659034313061810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junpei, my best Japanese friend(above) and Tetsu-san&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SgwOsUMJ_vI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OMkz1nP1BA8/s1600-h/DSCF3134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SgwOsUMJ_vI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OMkz1nP1BA8/s400/DSCF3134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335655813023923954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I'm certainly no expert on Japan. A friend I met here emailed me one day and said: "Welcome to Japan, the craziest island in the world!". Yes, it can be crazy, but mostly, it's astonishingly diverse. What has really hit me about Japan is how kind many kind people I have met. Their senses of humor, their generosity and openness... things that are not really stereotypically Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that has really affected me has been watching the hosts (and by association, hostesses). I can't even convey the size of the world that is the host industry, it sees like a vortex that sucks in the hosts and the girls who go there. I can't make a judgement like "they are bad people" anymore, because the hosts I've met and know have been really nice people, not just players, but people who miss normal human contact and friendship with peope who aren't from the club. I can't reduce it or catagorise it because it is part of a much bigger picture, and if the host clubs weren't there, who knows what would be there in it's place? I'm not defending these types of establishments but I know a lot more than I did, I can't ignore what I have learnt and I can't convey it in words. It's very sad, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, soon I will leave Japan for the third time. Another time that I will feel I am leavig my home for that place I have always lived: Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745793742695537613-6008976808165252897?l=whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/feeds/6008976808165252897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745793742695537613&amp;postID=6008976808165252897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/6008976808165252897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/6008976808165252897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/2009/05/changing-impressions.html' title='Changing Impressions.'/><author><name>Miss Sanguine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FPhDHgXHS0/TeihgrX5CsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Oe_mTuTyJ3U/s220/yellow_cat_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SgwRn0bVdbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SqFDvKMlulU/s72-c/DSCF3461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745793742695537613.post-1258243268605822535</id><published>2009-05-14T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T05:26:53.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The politics of... politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/Sgv3RW1k2pI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XaVhVz2ETOc/s1600-h/DSCF3505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/Sgv3RW1k2pI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XaVhVz2ETOc/s400/DSCF3505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335630061110614674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April, my friend Junpei Kokita invited my friends and I to a barbeque that his father was having. His father is in politics in Kyoto, and his supporters were attending. Junpei did not mention which party his father worked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day began with introductions, followed by the barbeque, many drinks and games. The supporters ranged from early-twenties men to the very elderly, but there were not more than thirty people were in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SgwLgdQ0R4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/5Dy_9SooCDk/s1600-h/DSCF3506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SgwLgdQ0R4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/5Dy_9SooCDk/s400/DSCF3506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335652310766077826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games included bingo and skits as well as a performance by one of Kokita's supporters.&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, a friend and I took a taxi. While speaking to him, the driver mentioned that Kokita is famous and leads the communist party...  true/ false?  My research gave me no answers, but it struck me as curious that my friend did not volenteer this information earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745793742695537613-1258243268605822535?l=whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/feeds/1258243268605822535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745793742695537613&amp;postID=1258243268605822535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/1258243268605822535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/1258243268605822535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/2009/05/politics-of-politics.html' title='The politics of... politics'/><author><name>Miss Sanguine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FPhDHgXHS0/TeihgrX5CsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Oe_mTuTyJ3U/s220/yellow_cat_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/Sgv3RW1k2pI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XaVhVz2ETOc/s72-c/DSCF3505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745793742695537613.post-7774145621556568295</id><published>2009-05-14T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T03:34:46.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanami  &amp; Drinking... a national sport.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SgvzLhHGgxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4JSZ1gdmxw0/s1600-h/DSCF3242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SgvzLhHGgxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4JSZ1gdmxw0/s400/DSCF3242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335625562742752018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/Sgva3stsNvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GhyFKebSN7A/s1600-h/DSCF3391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/Sgva3stsNvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GhyFKebSN7A/s400/DSCF3391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335598833980946162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early spring in Japan brings with it one of the icons of Japan... the sakura (cherry) blossoms. In droves, Japanese people flock to parks with their barbeques, blue tarps and more often than not, beer, shochu and umeshu(plum wine). This post's photos were taken in Makino koen on a Sunday.  Even among a small group, there is no shortage of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which ever park or place y0u choose to have your hanami (flower-viewing) party, it can be a challenge to find a good location: many groups set out early in order to get a good position. It can seem as if half of Japan is having a hanami party for one week every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently, you may see people doing performances such as taiko drumming, dance or other traditional arts such as maiko dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SgvyqdEfctI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lsWPGQRjbco/s1600-h/DSCF3379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SgvyqdEfctI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lsWPGQRjbco/s400/DSCF3379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335624994722378450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745793742695537613-7774145621556568295?l=whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/feeds/7774145621556568295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745793742695537613&amp;postID=7774145621556568295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/7774145621556568295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/7774145621556568295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/2009/05/hanami-drinking-national-sport.html' title='Hanami  &amp; Drinking... a national sport.'/><author><name>Miss Sanguine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FPhDHgXHS0/TeihgrX5CsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Oe_mTuTyJ3U/s220/yellow_cat_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SgvzLhHGgxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4JSZ1gdmxw0/s72-c/DSCF3242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745793742695537613.post-7098823342167523350</id><published>2009-05-06T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T02:26:46.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Lights and Gender...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SgFTpR0gCCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w6gXZjXHZrQ/s1600-h/DSCF3453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332635402406725666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SgFTpR0gCCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w6gXZjXHZrQ/s400/DSCF3453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disclaimer: some of the following information may be upsetting to some readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a red light district it is common to see all manner of bars catering to men. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Umeda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Namba&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kyobashi&lt;/span&gt; provide many of these businesses. Maid cafes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soaplands&lt;/span&gt;, snack bars and strip clubs are standard fare. What is curious about Japan, especially in Osaka, are the clubs and bars that cater to a female clientele. These establishment, called host bars (or clubs), specialise in selling love. While sex is not strictly off the menu, a host (typically attractive and highly groomed)  uses a push/pull method to make a girl fall in love with him and return to the business. A menu typically looks like &lt;a href="http://c-diablo.net/index2.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. If a host does not have sex with his customer, she is more likely to return. When a girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chooses&lt;/span&gt; her host from the 'menu', he will be her host for all subsequent visits. Many of the customers at these establishments are prostitutes and come to the host bars after work. Some see the host bar as a place where they can be treated like a princess. One host who works in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Doyamacho&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Umeda&lt;/span&gt;, explained how girls who come to the club will often have semen on their face or around their mouths. In this club at the time my friend and I were there, there were three other women. All of them were regular customers who worked in the sex industry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332634590715171042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SgFS6CCJ0OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-CdmqUhreUk/s400/DSCF3455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Host clubs themselves are hard to find. Their entrances are often inconspicuous and a girl needs to be invited to the club to gain entry, rather than walking in off the street. To find customers, the Hosts go to the street and try to pick up girls ('&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nanpa&lt;/span&gt;'). Hosts who are on the street are usually less successful. Each club has a ranking system which is evaluated monthly. Top earners do not need to bring new customers in as they already get so much from existing customers. Top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nanpa&lt;/span&gt; spots are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kyobashi&lt;/span&gt; between the JR and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Keihan&lt;/span&gt; railway interchange, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Umeda&lt;/span&gt; around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Doyamacho&lt;/span&gt; and Hep5, especially between Hep5 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hankyu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Men's&lt;/span&gt; department store and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ebisubashi&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Namba&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Shinsaibashi&lt;/span&gt;. Below is a poor quality video of a host doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nanpa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e90f9943146ccc30" 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://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De90f9943146ccc30%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036460%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D411A51C48C7F13532D8556A84AF9FB0CF0F7FA95.E595EEFD5B962F589BC1FD33CFB69F15579F60F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De90f9943146ccc30%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D29CyZ4tjF-Gk2k1tpv7xkDtfkWg&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://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De90f9943146ccc30%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036460%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D411A51C48C7F13532D8556A84AF9FB0CF0F7FA95.E595EEFD5B962F589BC1FD33CFB69F15579F60F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De90f9943146ccc30%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D29CyZ4tjF-Gk2k1tpv7xkDtfkWg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other ways that a customer can find a host is through magazines such as &lt;a href="http://www.mens-yukai.jp/"&gt;Men's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Yukai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Yukai&lt;/span&gt;, Host Knuckle and online sites including &lt;a href="http://www.host.avenue.tv/"&gt;Osaka Host Avenue &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.hostnohoshi.jp/top_minami.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hostnohoshi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; The sites list phone numbers, emails and club rates. What is surprising about the Host industry is the magnitude of it. The magazines, the politics, the people who work as hosts and those who go to the clubs. The clubs charge hundreds of dollars for champagne and company, and some will close during the night lull for two hours. This is so the Hosts can sleep and throw up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Host who accompanied my friend and I on our research said that from four am, the club picks up and will typically be open until 8am. "The Hosts here are always tired, and the customers are dirty... I would never have sex with them". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is impossible to convey the industry in this space, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;endevour&lt;/span&gt; to write more on it soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745793742695537613-7098823342167523350?l=whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e90f9943146ccc30&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/feeds/7098823342167523350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745793742695537613&amp;postID=7098823342167523350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/7098823342167523350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/7098823342167523350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/2009/05/red-lights-and-gender.html' title='Red Lights and Gender...'/><author><name>Miss Sanguine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FPhDHgXHS0/TeihgrX5CsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Oe_mTuTyJ3U/s220/yellow_cat_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SgFTpR0gCCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w6gXZjXHZrQ/s72-c/DSCF3453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745793742695537613.post-7220344715705807646</id><published>2009-04-02T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T04:45:53.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion in Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SdSidg7wdqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MMQzItVQDPI/s1600-h/DSCF2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320055687771879074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SdSidg7wdqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MMQzItVQDPI/s400/DSCF2157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you arrive in Japan, especially from a 'young' country like Australia, the number of shrines and temples is quite overwhelming... and that's before you've hit Kyoto. In central Kyoto, one only has to walk down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Teramachi&lt;/span&gt; shopping street to see shrines with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strip mall&lt;/span&gt; built around them (see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;photograph&lt;/span&gt; below). Many festivals celebrate the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kami&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(gods) and these take place year-round throughout the country. Each festival has a way of drawing the attention of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kami&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;and there is no shortage of audience. The photo above is in Nara during a fire festival. Despite the rain, the crowd was not deterred- although whether they come for the spectacle or the religious element is unknown!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320054630936565890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SdShf_6lWII/AAAAAAAAAGM/LUVQLsDbPWc/s400/DSCF3075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;While Shinto and Buddhism are the two most visible religions in Japan, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hirakata&lt;/span&gt; the presence of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Soka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gakkai&lt;/span&gt; (a new religion) is strong, with many supporters putting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Komeito&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SG's&lt;/span&gt; political party) poster outside businesses and residences, occasional gatherings of young people waving posters and magazines as you get off the bus, and advertising for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Soka&lt;/span&gt; university in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kansai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745793742695537613-7220344715705807646?l=whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/feeds/7220344715705807646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745793742695537613&amp;postID=7220344715705807646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/7220344715705807646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/7220344715705807646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/2009/04/religion-in-japan.html' title='Religion in Japan'/><author><name>Miss Sanguine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FPhDHgXHS0/TeihgrX5CsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Oe_mTuTyJ3U/s220/yellow_cat_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SdSidg7wdqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MMQzItVQDPI/s72-c/DSCF2157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745793742695537613.post-6087915636491456577</id><published>2009-03-25T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:27:34.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coca-Cola: The Japanese Version.</title><content type='html'>Multinational brands are a fixture on the modern landscape. Walking down the street in Japan, you may see many brands from America, such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; and Denny's. While each of these brands has it's own Japanese version, I have chosen to focus upon Coca Cola in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/ScnZIeX7FlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XgLKTOuqdQs/s1600-h/DSCF3086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/ScnZIeX7FlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XgLKTOuqdQs/s400/DSCF3086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317019574703167058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the above sideways picture. I tried to rotate it but it would seem I am not that skilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each drink in the above vending machine is interesting to me as only two of these products are available in my home country Australia (Coca Cola and water). The other products reveal things about the taste and preference of Japanese consumers. Tea and coffee products are not unusual, of course, but the packaging is notable: they are in cans. Someone once told me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Australians&lt;/span&gt; don't like milk products to be in cans, according to study and research groups. I haven't found the information to back this up but it i an interesting point to be made. The other products that jump out to me here are the grape favoured &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fanta&lt;/span&gt; (it would seem orange flavour, the only one available in Australia, is not available in Japan, at least not that I have seen).  There seems to be a popular leaning toward grape and melon products in Japan. This is another product in that arsenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/Scnbl_KckjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EU6J38S3Mt4/s1600-h/DSCF3087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/Scnbl_KckjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EU6J38S3Mt4/s400/DSCF3087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317022280744473138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coca-Cola brand green tea. The drink with the most obvious ties to Japanese culture.   I was surprised the first  time I found the logo on a bottle I was drinking, and  a little cheated.  I felt that I was partaking in 'genuine' Japanese culture.... brought to me by  Coca-Cola.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745793742695537613-6087915636491456577?l=whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/feeds/6087915636491456577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745793742695537613&amp;postID=6087915636491456577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/6087915636491456577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/6087915636491456577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/2009/03/coca-cola-japanese-version.html' title='Coca-Cola: The Japanese Version.'/><author><name>Miss Sanguine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FPhDHgXHS0/TeihgrX5CsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Oe_mTuTyJ3U/s220/yellow_cat_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/ScnZIeX7FlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XgLKTOuqdQs/s72-c/DSCF3086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745793742695537613.post-430957979784710315</id><published>2009-03-09T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:08:43.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domon Ken 土門 拳 (1909-1990)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.esquire.co.jp/event/2008/photography/images/index_img29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 232px;" src="http://www.esquire.co.jp/event/2008/photography/images/index_img29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I will briefly profile Ken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Domon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;土門 拳, a Japanese photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Domon&lt;/span&gt; (of Yamagata prefecture) covered many themes during his career. His work as a photojournalist with Nippon magazine (and later with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kokusai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bunka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shikokai&lt;/span&gt; government media group) influenced his 'slice-of-life', &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unposed&lt;/span&gt; photos throughout his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If it's not realistic, then it's not photography"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Domon&lt;/span&gt; famously photographed many Buddhist temples and statues, I have chosen to focus here upon his work after WWII. These works contributed to his winning  the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mainichi&lt;/span&gt; annual photography award and the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pgi.ac/component/option,com_frontpage/Itemid,1/lang,en/"&gt;Japan Photo Critics Association&lt;/a&gt; award in 1958. For more information on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Domon&lt;/span&gt;, visit &lt;a href="http://photoguide.jp/txt/Domon_Ken"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;photoguide&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jp&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tsukiji-shokan.co.jp/mokuroku/hon-imgs/hirosima1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 590px; height: 380px;" src="http://www.tsukiji-shokan.co.jp/mokuroku/hon-imgs/hirosima1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first image I have chosen is the Hiroshima &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Genbaku&lt;/span&gt; Dome over which the atomic bomb exploded. This image, even to foreign people, is an icon of WWII Japan and the aftermath. I think this is not so much a representation of Japanese culture as a portrayal of the horror of war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jps.gr.jp/nippon_no_kodomo/images/1950_domon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.jps.gr.jp/nippon_no_kodomo/images/1950_domon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second image is perhaps more telling of Japanese society, if simply for the telegraph pole on the right hand side which shows typical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;neighbourhood&lt;/span&gt; and address information. Further, it shows a culture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;perserverance&lt;/span&gt; in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds. For more images, visit &lt;a href="http://www.tsukiji-shokan.co.jp/mokuroku/ISBN4-8067-5601-6.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Domon's&lt;/span&gt; work stood out to me among other photographers for the honesty his images portray as well as the striking images he produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Ruth/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745793742695537613-430957979784710315?l=whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/feeds/430957979784710315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745793742695537613&amp;postID=430957979784710315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/430957979784710315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/430957979784710315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/2009/03/domon-ken-1909-1990.html' title='Domon Ken 土門 拳 (1909-1990)'/><author><name>Miss Sanguine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FPhDHgXHS0/TeihgrX5CsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Oe_mTuTyJ3U/s220/yellow_cat_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745793742695537613.post-7676484543415058348</id><published>2009-02-28T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T04:50:13.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manga: beyond the books.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/Sakxrj5dBFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/S-_54kAYnI0/s1600-h/DSCF2017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/Sakxrj5dBFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/S-_54kAYnI0/s400/DSCF2017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307828260273194066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Many Westerners are familiar with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt;, Japan's signature style of sequential art. What many of us can't see until we arrive is how pervasive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; are in everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;The stylised images can be often seen in advertising, in popular media such as magazines and in  past times such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pachinko&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obvious difference between Western cartoons and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; is the presentation and context in which such images are used. Western cartoons are rarely seen in advertising, and then it is exceptional if the product sold is aimed at anyone other than a child. Such advertising is usually selling low cost, low involvement products. In Japan, higher involvement purchases are not exempt from the reach of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt;. Have a look at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lYGi9hoXsw"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; video, for Toyota &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Prius&lt;/span&gt; hybrid vehicles. The characters are the work of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Osamu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tezuka&lt;/span&gt; who is often called the 'father of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt;'. By pairing his iconic work (which is famous through out Japan) with the new car, Toyota carries a strong message: Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tezuka&lt;/span&gt; did (respect for the environment is a long-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt; theme is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tezuka's&lt;/span&gt; works), we respect the environment. This commercial launched the product in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the ten year anniversary of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Prius&lt;/span&gt;, Toyota has created &lt;a href="http://www.japanprobe.com/?p=1640"&gt;another &lt;/a&gt;advertisement with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tezuka's&lt;/span&gt; characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other popular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; are often featured in Japan's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pachinko&lt;/span&gt; slot parlors. Often, this is on video advertising outside the business, posters on the business and themed machines. One popular program is Neon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Genesis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Evangelion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SakxBgDJK4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/kShYNGVA5hg/s1600-h/DSCF1881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SakxBgDJK4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/kShYNGVA5hg/s400/DSCF1881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307827537685588866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;anime's&lt;/span&gt; theme song is also popular at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt;. The girl above is singing the theme in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Hirakatashi&lt;/span&gt;. She also sang songs from Full Metal Alchemist and Death Note. I think this involvement (regardless of age or gender) with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt; as popular culture is unparalleled in Western society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745793742695537613-7676484543415058348?l=whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/feeds/7676484543415058348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745793742695537613&amp;postID=7676484543415058348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/7676484543415058348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/7676484543415058348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/2009/02/manga-beyond-books.html' title='Manga: beyond the books.'/><author><name>Miss Sanguine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FPhDHgXHS0/TeihgrX5CsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Oe_mTuTyJ3U/s220/yellow_cat_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/Sakxrj5dBFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/S-_54kAYnI0/s72-c/DSCF2017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745793742695537613.post-4129770797078250935</id><published>2009-02-20T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:20:58.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SZ6DCkQe7vI/AAAAAAAAAEs/O7ud55_OJJc/s1600-h/DSCF1359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SZ6DCkQe7vI/AAAAAAAAAEs/O7ud55_OJJc/s400/DSCF1359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304821491204812530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, the class has been asked to blog on Japanese people. A very broad topic. How does one narrow this down? I chose to focus on a Japanese person, her name is Rena (above, right) . She has given her permission for me to publish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rena, 20, lives in Higashi-Koganei (from memory), on the Tokyo Chuo rail line. She has completed high school but does not have any plans for higher education. She's not sure what she wants to do when she is older. Rena lives in an apartment with one friend. Born in the USA (0f Japanese perentage), Rena moved to Tokyo aged two. Her parents died some time ago. When I asked her how, she responded "drugs".  She struck me as unusually open with somewhat private information. Perhaps this was because she knew I couldn't communicate it with my meagre Japanese and could tell others her secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rena works teaching young children English. She tutors in the afternoons. On weekends she works as a 'roadie' (but is more like a manager) to the band Milk From Nose. She is their photographer, stage hand and publicist. She helped organise the concert below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SZ6DLp4YZkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/i6XYsIGQkEk/s1600-h/DSCF1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SZ6DLp4YZkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/i6XYsIGQkEk/s400/DSCF1349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304821647333156418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rena likes to shop at OI in Shinjuku and do purikura photos with friends. She drinks ("Lemon Chu-hi is the best"), but she doesn't smoke. Modest and generous, she never took a compliment I gave and tried to pay for everything while we were together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745793742695537613-4129770797078250935?l=whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/feeds/4129770797078250935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745793742695537613&amp;postID=4129770797078250935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/4129770797078250935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/4129770797078250935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/2009/02/rena.html' title='Rena'/><author><name>Miss Sanguine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FPhDHgXHS0/TeihgrX5CsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Oe_mTuTyJ3U/s220/yellow_cat_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SZ6DCkQe7vI/AAAAAAAAAEs/O7ud55_OJJc/s72-c/DSCF1359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745793742695537613.post-7360733286301662145</id><published>2009-02-12T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:43:45.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbourhood Katahoko, Hirakata.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SZPfr8DzhhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ckw0i9DP4JI/s1600-h/DSCF1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SZPfr8DzhhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ckw0i9DP4JI/s200/DSCF1910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301827132294661650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen to focus this week's post on the park in Katahoko Higashimachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flanked by busy thoroughfares and residential areas, the park provides a large open space where locals walk their dogs, exercise with friends and bring their children to play. On the eastern side of the park is "Liquor Plaza" and an okonomiyai restaurant. The man above, rather than walking in to the open liquor store, chose to buy five cans of beer from the vending machine, which I found interesting coming from a country with far fewer vending machines, let alone ones with beer in them. The alcohol store also acts as a conbini to locals, with children often running in to buy sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SZPeFLRgbuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6WVfQaG5gLc/s1600-h/DSCF1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SZPeFLRgbuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6WVfQaG5gLc/s200/DSCF1921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301825366852136674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who walk their dogs stop to talk politely to each other, while other residents walk around for excercise, both alone and with their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SZPewdM-inI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zOLUl-K512w/s1600-h/DSCF1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SZPewdM-inI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zOLUl-K512w/s200/DSCF1917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301826110399351410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While walking through other parts of Hirakata, people seem to interact on a more impersonal level. Watching the people in the park, it is easy to see that this is a popular place to relax and spend leisure time. Residents also keep this park very clean, always ensuring they have not left rubbish behind and cleaning up after their pet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745793742695537613-7360733286301662145?l=whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/feeds/7360733286301662145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745793742695537613&amp;postID=7360733286301662145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/7360733286301662145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/7360733286301662145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/2009/02/neighbourhood-katahoko-hirakata.html' title='Neighbourhood Katahoko, Hirakata.'/><author><name>Miss Sanguine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FPhDHgXHS0/TeihgrX5CsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Oe_mTuTyJ3U/s220/yellow_cat_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SZPfr8DzhhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ckw0i9DP4JI/s72-c/DSCF1910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745793742695537613.post-1669496632409091119</id><published>2009-02-05T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:19:44.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KERA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Homogenised milk? More like a milkshake!</title><content type='html'>When Westerners (in my case, Australians) think of Japan, a few things are likely to spring to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;3. Manga.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fashion.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kawaii culture.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sarariman armies.&lt;br /&gt;7. Temples and shrines.&lt;br /&gt;8. High-tech gagetry and advanced technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, all of these are native to Japan. No, you won't be disappointed if that is what you come looking for. What is first apparent in this list is the oft-stated cliche that Japan is a &lt;a href="http://www.peterpayne.net/2007/02/japan-as-land-of-middle-class-thoghts.html"&gt;land of contradictions&lt;/a&gt;. What it doesn't allow for is the breadth of the culture and subcultures that exist here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Westerners' only contact with Japanese subculture is through Gwen Stefani's "Harajuku Girls", a dance troupe dressed to resemble the cosplayers on the bridge near Harajuku station, Tokyo. In fashion terms, many of these young people are dressed in visual or decora kei (style), as shown in the pages of &lt;a href="http://www.powerhousemuseum.com/exhibitions/fruits.asp"&gt;Fruits&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.alphabetcityblog.com/2008/12/japanese-punk-gothic-and-lolita-fashion.html"&gt;Kera&lt;/a&gt; magazine amongst others. These magazines mostly show punk-rock and gothic lolita styles and have developed cult followings. Popular punk brands include&lt;a href="http://www.virtualjapan.com/wiki/Sex_Pot_Revenge"&gt; Sex Pot Revenge &lt;/a&gt;and Super Lovers amongst others. Most models used on the pages of KERA magazine are from bands; the Super Lovers advertisement below features Uri from Tokyo band Milk From Nose. I took this picture from an interesting &lt;a href="http://www.tokyomade.com/blog/2007/06/summer_beauty_according_to_ker.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Ruth/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tokyomade.com/blog/kera1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.tokyomade.com/blog/kera1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above brands regularly incorporate the British flag as well as studs and leather in homage to the&lt;a href="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/authors/ben_myers/"&gt; London punk&lt;/a&gt; scene. Notably, this group is more oriented by the fashion look than particular music. That is, many 'visual' bands are not punk music, but a wider genre classified more by looks than a definitive sound. Below is a video I took on my first visit to Japan in November 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8ea879cf454efd9f" 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://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ea879cf454efd9f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036460%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D757FA21A0FD045E20F5F107EAC0B4D500CFE1C1C.5BCA4A7A6468485D291C7E213F8CCAE225E24F1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ea879cf454efd9f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D47gWh0eSVKrX3zRtVezYseUQMzE&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://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ea879cf454efd9f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036460%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D757FA21A0FD045E20F5F107EAC0B4D500CFE1C1C.5BCA4A7A6468485D291C7E213F8CCAE225E24F1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ea879cf454efd9f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D47gWh0eSVKrX3zRtVezYseUQMzE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, only minutes away, an older group meets in Yoyogi Koen. Their chosen style is rockabilly, and despite the 35 degree heat, they were out in droves- dancing, slicking their hair, playing music or, in this case, recovering with a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SYt8liJfnGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dGLkjrlWmHI/s1600-h/rockabillies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNCY9Rw52vw/SYt8liJfnGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dGLkjrlWmHI/s400/rockabillies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299466370795150434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find in these images is the juxtaposition to the images of pagodas and sarariman that so often occupy the pages of travel guides and the minds of people who come here.  They suggest lively subcultures and an affront to the homogenity that seems to be the pervading myth of Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy this blog, although, be warned: cultural misinterpretations abound!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745793742695537613-1669496632409091119?l=whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8ea879cf454efd9f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/feeds/1669496632409091119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745793742695537613&amp;postID=1669496632409091119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/1669496632409091119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745793742695537613/posts/default/1669496632409091119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whengoodriceballsgobad.blogspot.com/2009/02/homogenised-milk-more-like-milkshake.html' title='Homogenised milk? 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