I watched a TV program where people were talking frankly at diners in the U.S. about the new president Donald Trump. Some people were getting angry at what he said about women. I don’t know whether or not he is going to be a good president. You need to keep watching where he wants to go. I was more interested in those diners though. They served good food that you can hardly have in Japan. One diner had a beautiful classical interior design, as another has a 50’s style as if Elvis Presley was standing there.
Old Japanese Novel
I read “Gojyuno Tou”, written by Rohan Koda in 1891. It was written in classical Japanese launguage and uses Buddhism terminologies. At first, I could hardly understand its story. It too a long time to read the biginning of it. But once you are used to it, you can enjoy the discriptions of the charming people in the novel.
Carrie Fisher died at the age of 60. I remembered how brilliant she was in the first Star Wars movie. I’ve not seen the Force Awaken yet, but I am looking forward to seeing her, Mark Hamill and Harrison Ford in it. Recently, I read the news that she complained that she had to lose weight for the new Star Wars series. She suffered a heart attack from the long flight avove the Atlantic Ocean. I’m afraid it was her hard diet that caused this tragedy.
Crack, crack, crack… Every morning, I hear a sound that comes from the top of the utility pole in front of my house. A crow is scraping its beak against the insulator of the electric wire. I can see that this is what makes the noise. Why does it do such an act? I guess it is removing oil or other debris from its beak as if it is brushing its teeth.
There was a funny spot commercial for an English school 20 years ago. Two men were standing in an elevator. One was an old white foreigner looked as if he was a professor as there was something strange about him. The other was a younger Japanese man, a popular actor. The younger man said, “Mr. Brown, bananas are sticking of your ears.” But Mr. Brown didn’t notice his comment. He said it again but this time he wispered, “Mr. Brown…” I love it.
The Museum of Ethnology
It’s a curious place. You are surrounded by a lot of masks. there are those that came from Africa, Oceania, Asia, and all over the world. There are some that are laughing and some that are trying to scare you. I suppose that those are ones that want to tell you something.
I recognize that I am not a fine artist,but I like drawing pictures. I prefer using crayons to draw. I like to draw, mixing a lot of colors together. The time that I use in concentraion help calms me even when I am under the wether.
I watch the same drama every Sunday night. It’s a history drama of Japan 400 years ago. The story is good and the actors are wonderful. I especially enjoy their clothes. They are vivid and different from the traditional style as you can imagine. I think the Japanese style of clothing has changed since the Edo period when trading was foidden with foreign countries. I prefer the style of clothing 400 years ago.
Buddhism is a religion that is difficult to define what it is even among the Japanese. I’ve been to a lot of Buddhist ceremonies, but I can hardly understand the meaning of the Buddhist bible. I always feel bored while the priest sings Okyoes. If I were able to understand their lylics, I can enjoy the time that I have with them and be able to sing along together with them.
A Japanese company restored an old airplane. Its name is Hien. It is a Japanese Army combat aircraft that has a eatiful slim shape body. They displayed it at the Kobe Port Terminal. They were a lot of people at the booth. They saw it eagerly and took some photos of it. I was satisfied to see the details of the precious airplane as it reminded me of the similar strange feeling that I once had when I saw a beautiful Japanes sword.