May 10, 2008
September 8, 2007
It’s been a week, getting back into the swing of things. At work we kicked off a new project for a kick ass client (Queen Bee Creations) and dropped a frustrating project (with a full refund). We have a handful of potential clients in the incubator, and we’re working on staying in touch with everyone else (hooray for Facebook and LinkedIn). I synced up with the two startups I’m also working with, both of which have big hairy goals, and both of which should be releasing their first public sites in the next few months. Nova and I are prepping a joint webinar for her communication consulting biz, and we’re gathering ideas and materials for future presentations down the road.
So, I think my schedule is full right now — comfortably full, not crazy full, and that’s great. And there’s no way I can handle all of it without the right partner.
One of the things Nova and I have worked out over the last few months is our roles in our business. She’s very good at understanding goals and working through them, keeping in touch with clients, holding people to their word, and managing little problems before they get out of hand. I enjoy meeting new people, getting excited about their ideas, and turning big piles of goals into workable specifications. It turns out we compliment each other in our roles, and since we’ve embraced them, we’ve been getting a lot more done.
Anyhow. It’s good to be back in Portland.
August 29, 2007
When: August 28th
Where: World Peace Museum, Hiroshima
If you’ve spent time with me, you’ve probably noticed that I habitually fold paper cranes out of brochures, napkins, bus tickets, and pretty much anything foldable in my hands when I have time to kill.
When I was six years old, I met a guy named Floyd Schmoe. I remember him shuffling around his apartment when we visited him in Seattle, smiling and patiently telling me about the little carvings, photos, and trinkets I found on his bookshelves and tables. At the end of the visit, he told me the story of Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes, and showed me how to fold one.
I saw him a few more times while I was growing up, the last time shortly after he turned 100. I was 15 or 16, and again he was telling me stories about the little carvings, photos, and trinkets he had around his apartment. One in particular jumped out at me: a small red and gold medal, which, he explained, meant that he was recognized as a sacred treasure and honorary citizen of Japan. It had something to do with his work in Hiroshima after the bomb was dropped, but we didn’t get into the details.
Today, I visited the World Peace Park in Hiroshima. We listened to a hibakusha, a survivor of the bomb, recount his story of the detonation, the aftermath, and his dedication to bringing peace to the world. We visited the statue of Sadako, flocked by hundreds of thousands of paper cranes. We walked around the A-bomb dome, and the peach torch, and through the museum.
It’s difficult to quantify the experience of walking through the museum. It is a no-holds-barred history and exhibition of the city, and of the horrors of atomic warfare. The rooms are filled with glass cases, containing the shredded uniforms of school children; photographs of men and women dying in makeshift hospitals, skin charred black and hanging from their arms; shadows of people, burnt into granite facades; blobs of pottery and roof tiles, fused together; victims stricken with radiation poisoning, cancers, and leukemia; walls stained black from the poisonous rain that followed the explosion.
At the end of the exhibition there was a chance to record your thoughts in the museum’s permanent collection. They also displayed photographs and messages from notable people, like Mother Theresa, Mikhial Gorbachev, Jimmy Carter .. and Floyd Schmoe. There he was, with his own photograph and everything, the funny old guy who showed a little kid how to fold paper cranes twenty years ago, but this time wearing a tragic expression, standing straight in a suit, and carrying a wreath to an unseen memorial.
We closed the day with a visit to a special exhibition about foreigners who came to help rebuild Hiroshima. When we entered the hall, we were greeted by a two meter photo of a smiling man building a house — it was Floyd. There was a wall covered in photos, letters, and descriptions of the work he did, designing and building homes for the survivors. A movie he shot was was playing in a continuous loop. A modeled floor plan of one of the homes he built was set up in the corner.
Every time I’ve folded a crane I’ve thought of Floyd, and of Sadako. Over the last twenty years I’ve folded thousands of cranes, leaving them around the house, at the office, with my tip at restaurants, on bus seats, in bars, and on my travels all over the world. Little messages of peace and thanks, for anyone who happens to pick them up.
August 29, 2007
When: August 27th
Where: Nara / Hiroshima
Oh my, okonomiyaki.
Yoshie went back to their other home in Kobe today, while we toured more temples. Kenji took us grocery shopping, and when we returned to the house, he busted out the most awesome bachelor food I’ve ever had: okonomiyaki. Basically, a fist sized pile of cabbage and sprouts doused in pancake batter, cooked at the table on a hot plate, and topped with pork, ginger, mayonnaise, and mysterious brown “sauce.” Wow. Super easy to prepare, delicious, and filling.
Generally speaking, the food here is awesome. I love Japanese cuisine, in all of it’s weirdness (and, sometimes, because of it’s weirdness). For example, they pickle everything, and it’s delicious. We visited a store that was famous for pickling, and browsed the cases of glossy carrots, wrinkly radishes, bloated mushrooms, and diced … well … something yummy. Each meal is served with some pickled vegis of some sort. Cucumber here, eggplant there, and of course the ubiquitous sliced ginger.
I also experienced the joys of nato — fermented soy beans. When you’re done mixing in a little soy sauce and mustard, it has the consistency of chunky brown snot, and sticks to absolutely everything. It’s impossible to eat without getting sticky little stringers all of your chin and shirt. Eating nato is an exercise in patience and dexterity, and that’s if you can stand the smell of it. The taste is supposedly 100% revolting for pretty much anyone who wasn’t raised on it, but I didn’t think it was too bad. I’m not exactly eager to wolf down a big serving, but it’s not as terrible as everyone warned me.
One of the most surprising dishes on this trip was had while trying to beat the heat in a little cafe. Kenji ordered a dish for me, knowing that I get pretty excited about unusual food. It came in a bowl, filled with a sweet brown sauce, semi-opaque blobs of something resembling a jellyfish, and topped with a considerable amount of tan powder. Texture and presentation aside, it tasted almost exactly like a bowl of raisin bran, but a little sweeter, a little lighter, and perhaps a little malty. Really nice, on a blisteringly hot day. If anyone can help me identify this delicious dish, I’ll buy you a beer.
Anyhow. Okonomiyaki, with an ice cold Kirin beer, is the definitive meal of the trip, so I’m pretty darned sure we’re going to be hosting some okonomiyaki parties in the near future.
August 29, 2007
When: August 25, 10:30 AM
Where: Righa Royal Hotel, Kyoto
The Japan Times has confirmed that I’m not just whining about the heat — I’m one of the lucky survivors of this year’s heat stroke season, which has claimed 62 lives this month alone. It’s brutal out there. We’ve spent our times taking longer subway rides then necessary, trying to ward off the heat.
I finally understand how Japan found inspiration for it’s rubber monster culture. Giant cicadas, the size of small children, cling to trees and screech like jet engines. They’re everywhere — trees, bushes, anything they can grab on to. They also make a terrific THWAP on bus windows when hit at high speed. Anyhow, I understand how the combination of gigantic bugs and heat stroke could inspire a national fascination for chitinous creatures of city destroying proportions.
August 29, 2007
When: August 24, Late
Where: Somewhere in Kyoto
My buddies Poncho and Izzy came to Kyoto last year in December. Somewhere in the heart of Kyoto they found a bar, and in that bar is a picture Izzy drew of the bar tender. I was sent on a quest to find this bar, photograph that picture, and add a paper crane to the mix. But, the instructions on how to get there were kind of fuzzy. Route 113, near the Kyoto Tower and a big temple, a two story place with lots of visible bamboo.
After wandering around for a couple of hours (and somehow getting involved in a group portrait with a bunch of drunken salary men), I finally found a place that fit the description. I slid open the door, ducked inside, and was ushered in to a seat next to the open kitchen. It was a small place with ten seats on the bar and a small table tucked into the corner, decorated with bamboo and dark wood, and their specialty was … beef tongue.
This was a mixed result. I’m pretty sure Poncho would have mentioned tongue if it were a fixture on the menu, and there was no picture to be seen. However, I love tongue. No doubt about it. It’s very flavorful and tender, and prepared correctly, an amazing experience. So, I sat, ate tongue, and drank beer.
Thirty minutes passed while I relaxed, watching the chefs prepare and serve food. It’s pretty fascinating to watch a Japanese kitchen at work. The basics are still the same, but the techniques and tools kept me thoroughly entertained … until a man walked over, and in broken english, invited me to sit with him and his friend.
Their english was good enough for us to have a lengthy conversation about traveling, beer, traveling, sake, traveling, soju, traveling, and whisky. Apparently, words lost in translation are easily replaced with alcohol amongst friends. I’ll have a place to stay next time I come to Kyoto, and they would always be welcome at our place if they came to Portland. Friends in far away places are a great thing to have.
It was a good night, with good people. These are the sorts of things that make travel worth while.
August 30, 2002
I don't have too much time to write, but it's been a very good week. The third term of school ended last Friday, and my wonderful girlfriend flew in from the States on Saturday. It's good to see her — six months of separation wasn't particularly good for my sanity, and it's been a whole lot of fun showing her around Christchurch. In the process I've discovered some nice restaurants I think I'll be frequenting from now on. Anyhow, we've been having a great time, and we're quite excited about The Big Move, when she comes down to join me for the entire year.It's been a long time since I've taken any pictures. Part of it is laziness on my part, and part of it is the distinct lack of my studio equipment. Fortunately, the equipment part of the equation arrived today. Well, half of it, at least. Light stands, soft boxes, and umbrellas are great … but pretty worthless without the flash heads. Hopefully those will be arriving tomorrow.
I've been thinking about turning the server I run into a real business, although I'm slightly hesitant to take on the responsibility of clients who aren't close friends of mine. Still, it's not a bad idea. I can administer the machines from anywhere in the world, and I certainly could use another source of income … anyhow, if you're interested in helping set up a non-profit hosting service, drop me a line.
April 27, 2002
I had an interesting discussion about violence tonight. What is violence? How do we precieve violence? It's an interesting question, especially as someone who's despises violence, but eagerly plays paintball, and loves studying jiu-jitsu.
Jiu-jitsu was probably the hardest to reconcile with my belief in non-violence. It's been on my mind for a few weeks now, particularly after the session where I ended up with a swollen eye and severe nausea from being dazed and choked. It was a pretty direct example of the point of jiu-jitsu, which has been developed over thousands of years as a brutally effective way to inflict pain, disable, and kill people — and only people.
So how the heck can I study it as a pacifist, being conscious of what it is? What does pacifism actually mean to me? Does it mean I'm not supposed to hit people, or does it mean I'm not supposed to hurt people? When is pain a sensation, and when is it violence?
I used to think that physical pain was the same as violence, but I couldn't find the violence in sore muscles after a good work out. I also knew that moving to a foreign country and getting to know a bunch of new people would be a somewhat painful experience … but it wasn't a bad one, and it certainly wasn't violent. More directly, if someone else inflicts pain upon me, do I necessarily feel it's a violent act?
Certainly not. When I get shot in the head with a paintball, or when a sparring partner throws me on the mat, it can be painful, but I rarely feel offended or personally violated; I think it only becomes violence if my boundaries of acceptance are broken without my permission. I know when I walk into the dojo that I'm going to go home with bruises and sore joints, but I don't feel like it's pushing too far, and I know I'll be able to stop the process if I become too uncomfortable. It's a voluntary sport between willing contestants. Within the context of the dojo, I think Jiu-jitsu is safe and enjoyable, and that's the only place and way I feel good practicing it.
So why didn't I take up Aikido, or Tai Chi, or another less painful and offensively destructive martial art? I'm not going to be getting into any bar brawls, nor do I have any mortal enemies, so what's the point of studying a martial art with such violent design?
On one hand, it's about making choices and demonstrating what I actually believe in. Choosing to avoid a fight when I know I can't fight is a much, much different choice than avoiding a fight when I know I could end it decisively in my favor. When I have the option, it becomes a personal test of what I believe in — my maturity, my desires, and how I want to live my life. It also serves a very potent message about non-violent resolution.
On the other hand, it's about developing ideas to their fullest. If I want to learn about hand to hand combat, then I should learn an effective and comprehensive system. There's no point in misleading myself, or becoming good at something not suited for what I want. Jiu-jitsu is undoubtedly one of the best offensive and defensive martial arts, so it serves my purposes well.
I guess it all boils down to the idea that even though Jiu-jitsu is of violent design, it can be used non-violently, and because of it's violent design it can be used as a powerful message of non-violence. Fascinating stuff, for me at least.
I'm really interested in hearing what other people think — send some email to firstname.lastname@example.org.
April 25, 2002
Strange things are afoot at the Pages o' Peat. It's been redesigned .. again! Yargh! I think this has been happening about every six months for the past seven years, so that would make this the 14th edition. Wow. I can't believe I lasted longer than suck.com, the finest site that ever was. R.I.P.
What's this site have that the previous didn't? Running travelogues from my adventures around the world. Photographs. Witty commentary. A sleek, stylish, extra sexy new look that just screams "I'm rich and professional." How's that for ironic?
But enough about that — what else is new in the world of Peat? Well, yesterday was ANZAC day, so the University closed down. Getting back into the swing of things after a three week vacation is proving harder than I previously thought. The university people seem determined to prevent us students from staying too busy, I suppose. It may have something to do with their budget: they've fired lots of staff members, and I think they're running several million dollars in debt. Ouch. I'm pretty certain the government will step in pretty soon to rectify things, but for now tensions will be running a little high around campus.
In other news, I'm starting in on a new photography project. I'm going to be taking head shots of notable people I've met down here — some of my professors, jiu-jitsu instructors, fellow students, and other assorted troublemakers. The problem is that I don't have any of my fancy lighting equipment down here, so I'm trying to figure out if I should build some of my own, or have my stuff in the States shipped to me. I'll probably end up doing both. The piece I'm considering building is a square version of a fashion ring light, built with fluorescent light fixtures. We'll see what the budget has to say about it.
My birthday came and went, and I haven't been rivered yet, so I'm keeping my lips sealed. I have no desire to get tossed in that muddy canal they call a river. Thanks to those who sent me cards and presents! They're wonderful. The space-age foam pillow Nova sent me was particularly cool. I used to steal her's in the middle of the night, and I've been missing it since I left.
Dinner tonight will probably be skip-able. They always cook up something greasy and extra starchy on Fridays, in an attempt to prevent the unfortunate consequences of "youthful exuberance at the bottle shop and in pubs." That's straight from the student handbook. Anyhow, I've got the hankering for some soup — I've been on a real soup kick recently, after visiting a Cambodian restaurant and devouring a bowl of chicken satay soup. Wow. Delicious. Goes well with all sorts of forms of youthful exuberance.
The weather's starting to get cold and damp. It's weird thinking that winter is right around the corner .. I mean, it's late April, spring should be in the air. I'm going to have some difficulty dealing with a winter without Thanksgiving, Halloween, or Christmas, three of my favorite holidays. Hopefully the snowboarding will be good, otherwise all will have been lost.
My mission for this week is to take more pictures of my friends and the places I hang out, so that all ya'll can see what is I do and see on a regular basis. If you browse through previous entries on this site, you'll find that I've added some images to spice things up a little. In particular, I've added some to the Hong Kong series, and you'll find a couple with the others about New Zealand.
Anyhow, it's time to go find something to nibble on. Have a good weekend!
Happy New Years! I spent mine in Whistler and had an amazing time. 5 days of partying, snowboarding, and adventuring. What more could I ask for? Anyhow, considering the power is still on and my toilet still flushes, I figure I should stop using y2k as an excuse to procrastinate and work on my website a little.