Sunday, December 30, 2007
It took me several days to get through Dogs and Demons. It wasn't a quick read. And it was rather thought provoking, particularly since it made me see some of my experiences in Japan from a different perspective.
Japan, for the most part, is thought of as a highly advanced country. And in some respects, such as highly efficient mass transit with trains that arrive on time, it is. But in others, it's stuck in the 60s. When I went to get shinkansen tickets from Tokyo to Kyoto when my brother came to visit, I didn't just go online and put in when I wanted to go and get back a list of options to choose from like I would here in the US. Instead, I went to the JR office, and sat down with the ticket agent and explained that I wanted to go from Tokyo to Kyoto on a specific day, returning 2 days later. The ticket agent then looked up in a giant yellow pages type book the schedule of trains for those days. Then he filled in a paper form, then he entered some information into the computer. The original dates and times I wanted weren't available, so he had to repeat the experience with the yellow pages and the form. Finally, I ended up with two round trip tickets from Tokyo to Kyoto.
One of the key points of Dogs and Demons is the extreme amount of bureaucracy that exists in Japan -- the forms, the rules, the unwritten rules. And how unlikely change is to occur because of the bureaucracy that exists and that the people making up the bureaucracy have been brought up in an educational system that doesn't foster challenging the status quo, and while at one point in time, that bureaucracy was efficient, it hasn't kept up with the times. But unfortunately, the rest of the world has passed Japan in terms of efficiency in some ways. Now, if I want to take the train from Jacksonville to Washington, DC, all I have to do is go to Google, and find the right website, and purchase my tickets. But not in Japan.
One of the things I noticed while I was there was the inefficiency within offices -- tasks that have been automated here, such as direct deposit of paychecks, are still done by clerks that walk around and have people sign the register and receive their envelopes of cash. To create sets of copies, instead of having a fancy copy machine that collates and staples for you, each page is copied and then a team of people collate the sets.
Another point of this book was the fact that while Japan is seen as a nation that reveres its nature, its mountains and rivers, it is actually in the process of damming all the rivers, flattening all the mountains, and filling in all the bays -- leaving nothing natural. This reminded me of the view from the train window going from Tokyo to Kyoto - mile after mile of telephone wires, concrete structures, and odd shaped towering buildings. There's nothing attractive about a scene showing a jumble of buildings draped in wires.
For anyone who has spent any time in Japan, this is an eye opening book. While one review on amazon.com described the book as a spurned lover writing a tell-all, I felt that it was actually written by someone that loves Japan, but is simply disappointed in how things have been managed. The author also covers issues related to the environmental ministry and the fact that it doesn't regulate anything related to the environment; education and rote memorization and how people aren't able to question authority/bureaucracy; the failure of higher education to be a player on the international scene and provide scientific breakthroughs; and the continued fear of foreigners and how the Japanese continue to keep them at arm's length. This book was written around 2000/2001, just about the time the government was reorganizing the various ministries and their responsibilities. I would be curious to see an update to this book at some time in the future from the author.
While I thoroughly enjoyed my time in Japan, this book managed to put in words some of the feelings I had when deciding not to stay and apply for a position at a Japanese university.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Memphis Style Dry -- this is a dry rub, and while I'm not used to the dry rub since most ribs come with gooey sauce, I love the taste
Habanero Hot -- these are too hot for me; next time I'll have to ask them to replace it with the Tennessee Whiskey
Carolina Sweet -- these are good; a bit too sweet at first bite, but then the sweetness mellows
Memphis Style Wet -- similar taste as the Dry, but with the gooey sauce instead of the dry rub, good flavor
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Anyway, I've spent Christmas eating. Breakfast was homemade bread, ham, scrambled eggs with cheese, mimosas, mango, oranges, and pumpkin bread. Dinner was turkey, roast beef, red beans, macaroni and cheese, followed by cheesecake. Delicious! And the best part of it was I didn't have to cook any of it.
- Douglas Adams
I have no idea where I found this quote, but I like it.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
One of the series I picked was George R. R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire. The first book, A Game of Thrones, I recall reading on one of those trips. However, I don't know what happened to that copy. When I moved and unpacked, I realized I had the second book in the series sitting around. But unfortunately, I couldn't remember the story line, and these books have so many details, so many characters, and so many plot twists that picking up the second book before re-reading the first one again would have made it difficult to follow along.
So I borrowed A Game of Thrones from the library. And I struggled through it. I don't recall it being this difficult to get through the first time around. Then again, I was a captive audience on a plane the first time I read the book. This time, I have a huge pile of other books just begging to be read. I managed to get through the book, forcing myself to finish it. Fortunately, despite the middle part being a bit of a drag, the end was a quick read, and actually intrigued me -- enough so I'm not going to box the second book in the series and stuff it in the storage unit. But I'm not in a rush to read it, either. I'll probably wait until I get through the pile of library books I picked up on Friday.
As for the story line, it's the usual fantasy novel -- multiple families plotting and warring against each other. If you like this type of novel, then go for it, otherwise it's nothing spectacular. I still prefer Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
In March 2007, before moving to Florida, I visited some friends in Oregon. It was a particularly cold and wintery weekend -- it had even snowed the day I flew up to Oregon in parts of Southern California where snow is seen maybe once a decade.
This is a photo of I-5 heading north towards Portland. Not long after the photo was taken, the sun was out and the ice and frost were melting.
When I was starting out on my big adventure driving cross-country from California to Florida, I decided I wanted to stay at the Mission Inn in Riverside on my last night in town. When we checked in, we discovered we'd been given an upgrade. To one of the Presidential Suites.
This is what we saw when we entered the room.
This is the ceiling of the room. This particular room is located in the rotunda.
This is the view immediately outside of the room -- Main Street shops.
Meet Zoe, a Great Pyrenees. She's a bit camera shy and I've had a hard time getting a good photo of her. Usually some sound or other distraction happens and away she goes, or she turns her head at just that moment when the camera clicks. In this photo she's just had a bath and has been combed out, so she's nice and soft and fluffy. Great Pyrenees like to be outside, so this is not her usual state. Usually she's got dirt and leaves hanging off of her because she's an outside girl at heart.
For work, I've gone down to Orlando a few times. And yes, there is a non-entertainment Orlando, a real-world city outside the Disney-fied entertainment world. So I've stayed at the EO Inn, which is just down the street from the office. It's a small boutique hotel and spa, and if I arrive after about 5 or 6 pm, I have to call the number posted and get the code to open the box outside the door. I think I've actually seen a front desk person maybe two or three times total out of about a half dozen visits. But I love the decor, and the location is perfect. If I'm tired and just want a light dinner, there's a Panera Bread on the first floor of the building.
On one of my Orlando jaunts, I got a room upgrade to a corner room on the top floor. It was great. Too bad I was only there for one night.
This is the bathroom to this room -- his and hers sinks on either side of the bathtub. By the way, they have great shampoos and soaps and lotions. Some places have mediocre and cheap stuff, but this place has the good stuff.
This is the room at the foot of the bed -- two comfy chairs, a desk overlooking the Eola Lake. A great place to plug in the laptop and work. There's also a door opening out onto the balcony, which stretches down the length of the building.
This is the view from the window, overlooking Lake Eola.
In amongst the soccer games we went to, we did some beach and restaurant exploration. And some pool-side reading. All-in-all, a lovely Miami experience.
We went to Miami the first weekend in October for Miami Carnival. These are photos of the view from the hotel room. (I really should start keeping track of which hotel these views from a hotel room are taken from.)
The entire reason for going was to attend all the Miami Carnival functions. We arrived Thursday night. There was some show going on in some arena, but due to the fact that I'm getting older and can't handle going out late at night after working all day, then driving for 5 hours, I opted out of that event. The next night was the White Party, which has been previously been held at the Deauville on Miami Beach. This year it was at a hall out by some medical center that the cab driver had never heard of and couldn't find despite an address and a map. Then, the performers didn't start performing until about 3:30 a.m. We arrived around midnight expecting that the show would start about 1 or 2, based on previous experience. But no, nothing until 3:30 in the morning. And the first performer left a lot to be desired. We finally gave up about 4 in the morning and headed back to the hotel.
Saturday night was another set of performances with food and drink booths. This is usually held at the FIU Campus (the one with the hospitality school). But, no, not this year. This year they moved it to a race course. And as one of my brothers-in-law pointed out, I shouldn't even have expected decent food since the venue was a race course. But despite the fact that the food was merely ok when it was even available, the music was good. And it was a first for me, I've never been to an outdoor concert in the rain.
The final Carnival activity was to be a parade on Sunday. But we decided against going. First of all, there were two parades -- one in Broward County, one in Miami-Dade County. At the same time on the same day. And the fliers for both events listed the same performers. We figured that even though time works differently in Miami than in other parts of the world, the performers we wanted to see would be at the other parade (one of the laws of my world). And it turns out that there was a shooting at one of the events. So we were very pleased that we'd decided that instead of going to the parade, that we'd take a nice long walk along the boardwalk and have dinner in Miami Beach.
This is the view I have when I leave work and head east on Baymeadows Road. I was sitting there (and sitting there and sitting there and sitting there, which is a whole 'nother story) watching the clouds come over.Regarding the sitting there situation, Baymeadows Road was not built to accommodate the massive amounts of businesses and office buildings that have sprouted up over the past 5 years or so. And the traffic lights aren't timed, either, so I get up to speed and go through one, only to have to come to a stop at the next one. It's the old go, stop, go, stop routine.
Anyway, what I've noticed is that while every other direction at the intersection at Baymeadows and Southside gets to go (westbound, northbound, southbound), the eastbound lanes (the ones I take) have a red light through about 3 cycles of the traffic lights at the intersection. And of course, the most traffic happens to be heading eastward. So sometimes it will take me about 20 minutes to get from the driveway of my office building to the intersection at Southside which is just a mile or two away.And to help deal with the blockages created by these mistimed lights, from 4:45 to 5:15 pm on workdays, there's a policeman that stands at the entrance to my office building parking lot. When there are a few cars waiting to turn out, he blows his whistle, then walks out into the street, and creates a break so we can turn either right or left.
And people think LA traffic is bad -- at least they've heard of timing the traffic lights there.
The other day we went for a drive up to Fernandina Beach, just to get out of the house and see if we could find Fernandina Beach. This is a view of downtown Jacksonville while heading north on I-95 immediately past the I-10 interchange, taken from a moving vehicle. (No, I wasn't driving.)
Which is a relief.
But let me tell you, the black eyes I had when the bump on my head drained were awesome. I should have taken pictures. There were some striking colors that I didn't realize were natural.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
It's set in a single day in a suburb in England. It covers the lives of about five different couples, each with children. The husbands work while the wives mostly stay at home with the children. It's told from the women's perspectives.
"And what was it all for? What was the point of it? In what sense did the girls, even the scientists, profit from their hard work and their grades? Sooner or later they would meet a man and it would all be stolen from them. That girl with her chemistry textbooks would meet a man, and little by little he would murder her." (p 160) One of the women feels that her life has been murdered by her husband, and that it doesn't matter which man he is, any man would have murdered her life.
None of these women connect with each other, nor are they really connected to their children. They feel disconnected to the world around them, yet there's no explanation for this other than the tenuous one that it's because they're mothers and they stay at home.
Overall, a depressing book. If I have children, is this what I have to look forward to? This book makes me want to find one that will counteract this feeling.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Note: When whacked on the head, it's hard to fill out those forms at the hospital. I'll be creating a little business card thing that contains all that information I needed for that form so the next time I have it handy.
I'm very glad I grabbed the book, because the tv in the room was too loud, so I turned it off (by the way, I didn't have to wait for my room -- filled out that form and got whisked away in a wheelchair). Anyway, I'm fine. I'll probably have a headache for the next 6 weeks or so since I got hit, or hit my head on something on the way down. (It looked like someone had placed a Grade A XX large egg under the skin on my forehead.) And I have some amazing technicolor bruises. And the one shoulder that didn't hurt was given a tetanus shot, so it's sore, too.
What you don't see in the movies, though, is that when someone has a black eye in real life, it usually is accompanied by some major swelling. My eyelids are so swollen I feel like I'm squinting. And my left eye looks like someone took red and purple eyeshadow and smeared it all around. But it's difficult to see because the swollen eyelids kind of hide the bright colors.
As for the book, I enjoyed it. She had some good points about travel. The essays on shopping got a bit tiring after a while, though. And the short stories weren't as engaging as I think her books are.
Monday, December 10, 2007
This one is set in a decent sized city somewhere near the plains and also near a lake. It features a psychologist in a hospital who is trying to figure out who killed his girlfriend.
A decent pool-side read, or airplane book.
One of the reasons I'd picked this one up was because I'd seen it on a list of books set in Japan. I haven't been to most of the places detailed in the book because I tend not to go to night clubs and what not, but I recognized the names of neighborhoods and could picture them in my mind, like Harujuku and Akihabara, or the Asakusa temple area. I always enjoy being able to picture in my mind as I'm reading the setting for a book.
I did enjoy the book -- it was a great book for a weekend read.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
In the meantime, I did pick up a half dozen or so books to read. One of them was yet another Dick Francis (Whip Hand). I've read pretty much every single Dick Francis book my Mom has before I moved out to Jacksonville. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to tell by reading the back of the book or the first couple of pages whether or not I'd read this particular one before or not. Turns out I had read it, but I couldn't remember the plot at all. I think I've read so many now that they're all blending together in my memory.
Anyway, we highly recommend this one.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
A couple of weeks ago (way back in November), along with some friends, we decided to try the Puerto Rican menu out of a recent Gourmet magazine. These are the results, and they were quite tasty. Unfortunately, my poor food photo taking skills don't show off the results to their best advantage.
First was a pineapple, mint, and rum concoction that was very, very tasty. This would go down very nicely on a lovely summer day, particularly while sitting outside on the veranda enjoying the afternoon breeze.
Then there was schrimp escabeche. I really liked this dish. The shrimp were cooked prior to mixing with the other ingredients, so it wasn't a ceviche where the fish and shellfish are cooked in an acidic liquid, but the taste was similar.
This is the rice and peas dish that I made. I started with a sofrito made of cilantro, onions, and peppers which was pureed in the blender. Then added the rice and sauteed all of that together. Then added pigeon peas. It was a bit of work, and I thought that there wasn't enough water in the recipe, but I followed the instructions exactly and the dish came out perfect.
The main course was roasted pork. Yummy. I didn't care too much for the skin, which apparently, in some places, people fight over. Maybe because it needed to go back in the oven to crisp up a bit. The piece I had was a bit chewy. But the pork was excellent. And was cooked with garlic under the skin. And the leftover pork mixed with the rice and peas was absolutely delicious. So delicious in fact, that I plan on making the rice and peas and the pork again. I'd even go so far as to say that next time with the leftovers, I might toss them in a corn or flour tortilla and eat them that way.
For dessert, there was a coconut rum cake. I'm not sure if there was coconut in the cake or just in the frosting. The cake was good. It was so good apparently, that I never even got to have any of the leftovers. Not shown in a photo is the tropical fruit that was also there. The menu called for a guanabana sherbet, but because none of us had an ice cream maker nor do the stores carry guanabana (aka soursop) sherbet, we made do with mango sherbet and vanilla ice cream. The tropical fruit was mango and papaya with pomegranate seeds sprinkled throughout.
For beverages, we had a Spanish tempranillo, a white Spanish wine, and an Argentinean malbec. Unfortunately, I have no more details of those, although I wish I did because they were very tasty and went well with the food.
For our next cooking adventure, we're heading to Vietnam. Hopefully my food photo taking skills will have improved by then so I can do the food justice.
Unfortunately this picture is a bit blurry (I was trying to take this quickly from across the street on my way to work). This is the sign outside the local gentlemen's club, and it reads: "Hot Beer, Cold Women, Home Away from Home!"
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Here in Florida, though, while driving north on I-95 I saw a sign that said Damaged Pavement Ahead. I spent miles waiting to see a section of damaged pavement. I think I was in another county by the time I realized they were probably referring to this very slight section of cracked pavement that I'd passed way back when that I barely noticed. Now, in California, cracked sections of pavement don't merit whole entire signs, so I was quite curious to see what they meant by damaged pavement, and wondered if I was going to have to detour or something. But no, they were just being kind and considerate, and letting drivers know that up ahead, the feel of the pavement was going to change slightly and that it wasn't anything to be concerned about.
Not only that, the car was keyless. And if you haven't used a keyless car before, it definitely takes some getting used to. I'm completely conditioned to using a key to start my car. It's a habit. Anyway, this particular keyless car has a key ring type thing that you use to unlock and lock the car. And you MUST keep this key ring thing with you to start the car. One of the nice things about a car key is that you place the key in the ignition, which provides a handy place to put the key. With a keyless car, there's no convenient place to place the key ring thing. I was very worried that I was going to lose the key ring thing IN the car.
Despite the weirdness of a keyless car, I really enjoyed driving the Altima.
This is also different from the summer rains. Summer rains come in the afternoon/evening, and follow a standard pattern with some parts of Jacksonville getting dumped on and others bone dry with thunder and lightning. This is consistently dumping rain on both sides of the river and for a long period of time.
Anyway, I love listening to the rain, I'm just hoping that by the time I have to go to work tomorrow, that it will have stopped.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
I now live in north Florida. The University of Florida is in Gainesville, is just down the road. Many, many people from north Florida that go to college go to UF. The UF mascot is the Gator. (It's also the home of Gatorade, by the way.) UF is also known as Florida.
Florida won the football championship last year (2006). They also won several basketball championships recently, as well. (And I'm setting myself up for a lecture on the history of Florida sports by not providing specifics, here.)
Anyway, the majority of my coworkers, with a few exceptions (a couple of FSU (Florida State University Seminoles), an Ohio, a University of Colorado, a Temple University, and a few other universities thrown in for good measure) ,are Gators. They wear Gator colors on Fridays (blue and orange if you were curious). They have Gator signs on their desks. One even has blue and orange Christmas-style lights around their cubicle.
Now, not only are these people Gators. But football is serious business out here. The grocery stores have huge tailgating sales before big games. People with RVs line up to get in the prime tailgating locations before big games for days. Yes, days.
So here I am, from a college that disbanded its football team way back in the late 80s. Surrounded by people that take their football team's wins and losses very, very seriously. It's been a culture shock.
But I have been thinking about printing out a UCSB Gaucho logo and putting it on my cubicle, much like these folks have their Gators.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
I'm also going to try and find all the posts from my Japan blog and bring them over for posterity.