Archive for September, 2009

I want a HUD on my car windshield

Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

If this guy in Japan can have a heads-up display on his helmet while cycling I should be able to have one while driving:

Why does Japan get all the cool stuff?

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The tourist g(r)aze

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

Like people, places put on makeup to attract and appeal to others, to provide an image of what the self thinks the other wants to see. I’m about twelve pages into chapter three of the manuscript, discussing mainland Japanese tourism experts who gave Okinawans advice on what to do in the early Sixties to develop a viable tourism industry. What goes unstated (taken for granted) is that this is particularly advice on how to make Okinawa appealing to mainland Japanese. The thrust of the advice is, in a word, to go native, but not the local native. Rather, the native here means native to the tropics. It starts by giving Okinawa a makeover that emphasizes a south sea island atmosphere. This means replacing a lot of greenery and then some. It’s the “then some” that interests me in this chapter now and has me raising John Urry’s idea of “the tourist gaze” ordering, regulating, and shaping the tourist landscape and the tourist’s relationship to it. The tourist has an image of a yet-to-be-visited place (a tourist destination) constructed through media and imagination, but that image may already be shaped by what would-be hosts think would-be guests expect. They expect, usually, an authentic experience of the Different, but nothing says that the Different has to correspond with anything real or native or “authentic” to the destination.

In Okinawa’s case, for better or for worse, it is perceived to be or have the potential to be a “south sea island-like” place, which is long way to say “tropical paradise” where “paradise” = Place Supremely Other to Place Supremely Quotidian and “tropical” = the opposite of or at least Very Different from the climate of northern latitudes. It also signifies fruity alcoholic drinks with umbrellas in them, and that in fact the more important point. The tourist g(r)azes for signs. Tourism at its core is simply one big sign system signifying the Not-Quotidian. so then, besides g(r)azing for some authentic Okinawan experience (there isn’t any to be had), the Tokyoite tourist to Okinawa wants to feed on and be fed a forest (jungle?) of signs that say “I Am Not In Tokyo.” This desire has implications for the locals, especially if they aspire to be (culturally, economically, technologically, etc.) like the metropole as proof of progress. under these conditions to submit to the tourist gaze is to let yourself to go native in your native land. And that–with or without palm trees and hibiscuses–is not always a pretty sight….

The Obsession Continues…

Sunday, September 27th, 2009

You should be asking “which obsession?” The obsession with matching everything green in my new study (walls, mouse, task chair, glasses, etc.) or the obsession with hacking dell mini 9 and 10v netbooks? Answer this time: both! I acquire (what a great euphemism for “bought on eBay”) another mini10v, this one … “jade green”:

minigreen

That’s it in front of the big monitor I have it connected to right now, with this very post on the screen. And yes, this is in my new office. Note the Japanese documents on the bamboo desk top and green accent wall in the back. I have a black apple sticker winging its way here to cover up the ugly dell logo. Also a “MacBook nano” sticker for the screen bezel to cover up that ugly dell log too. But I guess I should malign dell too much. After all, they came out with an eminently usable netbook that is inexpensive and can run MacOSX–and this time I have Snow Leopard (10.6.1) on it. Sorry Apple–I love your products for you don’t make the one I wanted in this instance.

Stairs

Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009

stairs

Having the upstairs study in our addition brings with it the unexpected joy of walking barefoot on satisfyingly solid blocks of polished wood. I can’t even begin to describe how pleasurable it is. Sara has stained concrete, which is beautiful, but I really like the feel (and look) of the wood. The treads were made — as was my floor/Sara’s ceiling — with 2×6 Douglas Fir strips set on end, eight per tread:

stairs 3

Apparently this isn’t the best (hardest) wood for stairs and floors, but it’s beautiful and less expensive than other options. Just look at the textures and grain:

stairs 1

I think the design was brilliant and the execution superb despite some difficulties. In fact, the stairs rivaled the siding in difficulty of execution (perhaps I’ll describe that later). The contractor characterized the building of the stairs (actually, the entire addition) as one big piece of cabinet work. The cabling and rails were exceptionally hard to put together within tolerances. Actually, there was some damage to a post because of some unanticipated drilling, but I found a clever way to repair it that involved blank lensbaby apertures. All in all, these stairs are a surprisingly wonderful feature; not just for the overall look of them (very cool), but more importantly, more intimately, for the details of texture and touch.

stairs 2

Figals’ Folly

Sunday, September 20th, 2009

Those keen-eyed Goyareaders among you no doubt gleaned that over the past seven+ months home improvement has been afoot at the Figal residence. Sorely lacking in study space, we embarked on what my better half dubbed “Gerald’s Folly” and I re-dubbed “Figals’ Folly” because there was no way she was going to benefit from the final product without sharing the dubious decision to press ahead with this project in Bad Economic Times. Not to build it would have been penny wise and pound foolish, for there was no way I was going to be able to write the current book (and eventually gain a promotion and a raise) without a proper, quiet, inspiring space in which to spread out documents, cogitate, and write. Well, despite a couple loose ends, we can declare the project Complete. Sara and I have been working in our new spaces for a few weeks now. I haven’t yet completely moved all my stuff in (still have several bare bookshelves) since I have re-started the manuscript writing, which literally entails spreading documents all over these nice big bamboo desktops (I LOVE them!). You can see an online album of photos of the building of the Folly here. For somewhat humorous narrative of the construction via captions to a select group of photos, visit the Figals’ Folly website. To give you a sense of the enormity of the Transformation, I submit to you these before and after photos:

addition (3)

addition (1)

Interior photos to follow in a later post….

New old music

Friday, September 18th, 2009

American Analog Set - Know By Heart
Goyablog used to feature on a fairly regular basis music I had discovered and was listening to, but I let that lapse a while ago. With the new study and new speakers I’ve been putting on more music as I work, so I thought I’d share a little. No promises for regular cuts being posted, but look for an occasional tune coming your way.

Today, I’m happy to introduce my replacement for The Feelies, whose excellent catalog is not available on iTunes. But it you miss The Feelies and bands of that persuasion you might enjoy Austin-based The American Analog Set (The AmAnSet). They’ve around since 1995, but have evolved from early days of long post-rock epics to short pop-catchy jangles. I like both sides of them. Here’s one from “Know By Heart”:

aaronmaria.mp3

The absurdity of authenticity

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

It’s weird how you set out with something in mind to write and then it turns out going some other way. Today that happened as I launched into chapter three, code-titled “‘Tropical Image Up’: Cultivation under (Tourist) Occupation,” in part two “Creations and Recreations” of the book (“Beachheads: War, Peace, and Tourism in Postwar Okinawa”). I had re-read a bunch of stuff on how various Okinawan, Japanese, and American consultants and promoters and government advisory committees in the early 1960s in Okinawa (still under U.S. occupation although the U.S. didn’t call it that) were trying to take more seriously the prospect of tourism development there. My plan was to use the material to contexualize in an intro to the chapter the scene in which the tropicalization of physical and symbolic landscapes heated up. Well, I never got that far. After a catchy little opening paragraph laying out the extent of tropical tropes in Okinawa today, I detoured into a critique of commonplace notions of cultural authenticity after commenting that despite an awareness of the artificiality of this manufactured tropicality, it is in some sense naturalized. So, rather than proceeding to flesh out the early 1960s context, I do a paragraph that implies that considerations of “authenticity” in cultural production are ultimately meaningless, at least as it is commonly conceived, i.e., as an attempt to reproduce faithfully objects and practices of a so-called traditional past. Following Erve Chambers in his book Native Tours: The Anthropology of Travel and Tourism, I displace the measure of authenticity to the agency of the participants. In other words, as in Chambers’ example, if a community decides on its own to tear down historic building to build a golf course for tourists, they are acting more authentically than if they were forced by government policy to preserve the buildings out of concern for maintaining the integrity of their past history and culture. I like this idea of situating authenticity (if one must talk about it at all) in the degree to which a person or persons or some kind of community or non-governmental organization (even in some cases a governmental organization) has control (agency) over changing (or not) their social setting. Authenticity no longer resides solely in the past. Being forced by higher authorities to preserve a cultural object of the past when your community might have other ideas about what to do about it in the present results, from this perspective, in an inauthentic act. Your community is not acting according to its own will and volition (regardless of whether that will and volition leads to an arguably stupid act such as destroying rare old objects for shiny new ones). At this point in the analysis one is forced to question what lies behind the common criteria and valuation of what is usually considered “authentic” and by association “traditional.” In other words, one is forced to unpack the ideological bundle represented by the label “Made in [fill in the blank]“….

“This is not a palm”

Monday, September 14th, 2009

Riffing on the Magritte painting of his famous (non-)pipe in his series “The Treachery of Images,” I’m centering the book chapter I’m currently writing (reforestation/tropicalization of postwar Okinawa) on the idea of flora as symbol (representation of something other than what it is) in postwar Okinawa. Non-native palm trees planted there to evoke the tropics for tourists is my prime example. Of course Magritte was commenting on his painting as a representation of a pipe, not a pipe itself while I am talking about the palm tree in Okinawa as something even more radically not-what-it-seems-to-be: I argue it is not planted as a palm tree, but as a sign of the tropical, as a pure symbol. Demonstration of this symbolic nature (get it? — symbolic “nature”) of the palm in Okinawa lies in its absurdity. My argument (as I think about now after two glasses of very real — not symbolic — wine) hinges on the idea that the more labor intensive and dangerous and expensive and non-utilitarian palm trees are in Okinawa, the less they exist and are experienced as a material object (tree). They are sensed on the periphery of the consciousness of a tourist only as a vague index of the tropical. People don’t seek shade from them, they don’t eat their fruit (in the case of coconut palms), they don’t climb them. They are not experienced, used, as trees. The fact that tall palms are non-native to Okinawa is for a reason: they topple in typhoons. They don’t belong there. And yet, thousands have been transplanted into the potentially most dangerous areas — along main “tourist-exposed” thoroughfares. Okinawa prefecture spends a LOT of money buttressing these palms and netting the coconuts on coconut palms. It’s ridiculous. Absurd. But, it is calculated that what is expended in material costs and labor is recouped in tourist dollars drawn to the place for its tropical look. That, in a nutshell, is the heart of the chapter. Hibiscus are a part of this story too, although it works a bit differently. That’ll be tomorrow’s topic….

Greenification (ryokka, 緑化)

Sunday, September 13th, 2009

As my inaugural post on goyablog III I’ll continue from and update the last post from goyablog II. . . .

I spent the last four days week landscaping around the new addition and ended up planting these:

1. Ligustrum japonicum (Japanese Privet, 5)
2. Ilex crenata ‘Soft Touch’ (Soft Touch Japanese Holly, 3)
3. Pinus mugo pumila (Swiss Mountain Pine, 3)
4. Juniperus conferta (Shore Juniper Blue Pacific, 12 15)
5. Thymus serpyllum (Mother-of-Thyme, 10)
6. Rosmarinus officinalis (Rosemary, 2)
7. Golden Carpet (have to look up full name, 6)
8. Abelia X grandiflora ‘Rose Creek’ (Rose Creek Abelia, 1)
9. Pieris japonica ‘Valley Rose’ (Japanese Pieris ‘Valley Rose,’ 2)
10. Acer palmatum ‘Kiyohime’ (Japanese Maple ‘Kiyohime,’ 1)
11. Sedum spurium (Just plain ol’ Sedum 6, but 2 didn’t make it)
12. Trachelosperum asiaticum (Asiatic Jasmine, 5)
13. Pachysandra terminalis (Japanese Surge, 5)
14. Gardenia augusta ‘MADGA I’ (Gardenia ‘Heaven Scent,’ 2)
15. And transplanted 7 Liriope (Lilyturf, aka “monkey grass”)

That makes 73 plants by my count. Add to that 50 bags of pea pebbles at about 40 pounds each lugged from Home Depot. And about 10 bags of mulch and about 6 bags of soil additive. Rough estimate of total cost was about $700-$800. Labor was free.

Given that I am now transitioning to my book chapter that involves the greenification movement (ryokka undō, 緑化運動) and tropicalization of Okinawa after the war, I figured that a little greenthumbing was in order. And I guess my grennification of the original version of this lovely template by Brieuc de la Fournière, aka ieub, is relevant too. Photos of garden to follow once I finish laying the rock garden find the time.


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