The Kodama Shinkansen never seems to be the fastest way to get anywhere, but for Hakone, it is. Except that it only takes you as far as Odawara, then you need to change to the Hakone Tozan line.

In any case, that’s what we’ll be doing today. It’s New Year’s Eve, and there are so many people rushing around the shops here, buying boxes of mochi and other NYE foodstuffs. Our hotel has several ‘New Year’s Events’. Today, there are New Year’s Noodles in the bar/restaurant, and tonight there’ll be a countdown. Mike recommended we go to Yokohama for NYE. A lot of people in Japan stay up all night 31 December and visit temples, where bells are rung 108 times at midnight. Then they’ll make their way to somewhere they can see the first sunrise of the year, called hatsuhinode.

Our  hotel room here in Tokyo is on the 30th floor (again). We’ve got a pretty good view out the window in our room, but we have to keep the blinds down because Tim is afraid of heights. I’m going to open them while he’s not in the room so I can take a photo.

Our hotel is pretty close to Tokyo station, which is kind of the reason we booked it (for shinkansen travel), but also, there is a shopping arcade under the station which has an upmarket department store and a whole heap of shops for toys and branded characters (eg. NHK’s characters incl. Domo-kun, some anime princessy show that looks a bit like a remastered version of Sailor Moon, rilakkuma…). It was so crowded yesterday afternoon. I’m hoping the crowds might calm down a bit before we go, because everything takes so much longer when there are so many people in the same place.

Autumn leaves (momiji)

Sakura

We saw snow through the windows of the train yesterday, but there’s no snow in Tokyo. Japan doesn’t seem to be able to decide what season it wants to be in, because I’ve seen both momiji and sakura. It’s still winter, however, so mostly there’s just bare trees.

 

 

Yesterday, Erin & Mayu took us to an okonomiyaki restaurant for lunch. Erin said there’s another place not far away that is a modern interpretation of okonomiyaki, and has lots of different options, but it was good to visit a traditional okonomiyaki place. The tables here had hotplates set in the middle, and the okonomiyaki was cooked in front of us by the same woman who served our drinks. On a side note, to ask for cold water, you say to the waiter/server ‘ohiya’, which Erin told us literally translates as ‘cold’.

The okonomiyaki was delicious. Tim had his with cheese, Mayu & I had mochi with ours, and Erin ordered a Hiroshima-style. I had only had mochi as a sweet (mostly with red bean paste inside) and I wasn’t sure what it would taste like savoury-style, but it was excellent. The best thing about mochi is the texture. It’s chewy and stretchy and weird, and doesn’t really have much of a flavour on its own.

 

The lobby of our hotel is on the 22nd floor of the building and has a chapel in it. It has a glass roof and the other end of the chapel is on the outside of the building. The architectural concept is designed to imitate Vienna’s Schönbrunn Palace (Austria), which you can’t really see from inside the building.

Our room is on the 30th floor and has pretty decent views across Osaka city, though not as good as the views from Tsutenkaku Tower, where Mayu & Erin took us yesterday. The elevator to get to the top of the tower has glass sides, and so Tim experienced some vertigo and didn’t enjoy it as much as we did.

There is a huge network of underground malls/walkways in Osaka. When we leave our hotel, we can take escalators down to the Namba Walk, which connects to the subway system, without ever stepping outside.

It’s a strange feeling walking around in the underground malls and not seeing any other Caucasian faces anywhere. In Tokyo, there was an obvious mix of Japanese and foreigners. Here, that is less apparent. I don’t know where the other tourists are, which is actually kind of nice. It also seems like less people speak English here. We’re getting better at interpreting questions without knowing what exactly is being said. It’s getting easier to pick up the Japanese that I do know out of all that I don’t, whereas before it seemed like an uninterpretable staccato. It helps that people are so friendly here.

 

 

Osaka is freezing. That’s not a complaint, just an observation.

Tim is watching Mission:Impossible 2, which has been dubbed in Japanese. They do a pretty good job of syncing the voices & lip movements of the actors. I guess they would have a lot of experience in that, because everything here that’s not Japanese is dubbed. They made the Aussie guy in MI2 have an Australian accent, which is pretty impressive and also funny in Japanese.

The ads here are hilarious and make no sense. Then again, I don’t know how much sense our ads would make if you didn’t speak English. But also, sometimes it’s difficult to tell what’s an ad and what’s just a documentary. There was an ad earlier that seemed to just be someone interviewing old Japanese men in onsen (Japanese baths). Now Tim tells me that was actually a program, not an ad.

Tomorrow we will be meeting up with Mayumi & Erin at lunch time. I hope I’ll be able to sleep through tonight and not wake up and be discombobulated.

The joke from my Christmas cracker yesterday was the best:

Q. What do you call a donkey with three legs?
A. A monkey.

I did a google search, and I think the punchline is supposed to be ‘A wonkey’, which would make more sense than the version I got.

Did you know:

When the Space Invaders game was released in Japan, it was so popular that it created a coin shortage.

Probably going to see some of these guys soon.

 

Tim told me that Learner drivers aren’t speed limited in Queensland. So, once we cross the border from NSW to QLD, I can drive as much as I like! It was going to be irritating, driving to Brisbane and not being able to share the driving time because of the 80 speed limit for learners in NSW.

This morning, an old man that I’ve seen before but don’t remember where or why, came into the bank and gave me a brochure about what’s on for New Year’s Eve at The Star. He said, “it’s a special party, only bank people are invited.” Then he said, “If you’re thinking about going, you’d better find a rich fella first!” I had a look, and it doesn’t even seem like it’s that pricey. The most expensive option is only $320.

I’m really tired and I have to get up relatively early tomorrow. The relative part is because it’s my day off, and I’ll be getting up even earlier than I would if I actually had work. I need to get everything organised for Friday, because we’ll be leaving at 5am for Brisbane. I can’t wait to see everyone again. I feel like it’s been ages since I saw Mum, Lauren & Nathan when really it’s only been a couple of months. It has been a while since I’ve seen Dad, though. Also, Rosie. But I can’t visit her because she said she’d get too upset.

I am falling asleeeeeeep…….. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

 

Mike used to work in the Belgrade Zoo. He and his mother owned a souvenir shop near the elephants. They were called Boy and Twiggy. There was also an old man there who talked to the elephants, but once an elephant picked him up and threw him. I can’t remember why. It sounds like it would have been an awesome job, before Serbia hit their slump.

Now all of Europe seems to be in a slump, but for different reasons. I suppose the end result is the same – the economy sucks, skilled & educated people move away to find better opportunities, people can’t spend as much money, industry slows, unemployment climbs… it’s depressing. Greatly depressing. See what I did there? But seriously, I don’t mean to make light of their situation.

Today Tim and I went shopping. We finished off the city shopping and headed to Haymarket to check out the el cheapo stuff at Paddy’s. On a side note, Tim said that the new Christmas ad for Paddy’s Markets is even more disturbing than the normal green-bag-butt-wiggling one – in the Christmas one, it apparently looks like the dad bag is shooting stars out his ass. Paddy's Markets Christmas Hours

Also, the ad for Paddy’s says ‘…you haven’t been to markets ’til you’ve been to Paddy’s…’ which is patently untrue. I used to go to the Yamba markets all the time. Sometimes the Maclean ones, but they were held in a car park and once my sister got accused by a stallholder of stealing a ring (she didn’t), so there was always some awkwardness there. Plus, at the Yamba ones, we got little plastic tubes of honey from the honey stall.

Anyway, we stopped off at Morning Glory on our way and they had little pencil case type things which looked like different sorts of currencies. One of the currencies available was Deutschmarks. I commented that Deutschmarks is a defunct currency, and Tim said that it might end up being reinstated if the crisis in Europe worsens. I think that would be worst-case-scenario territory, and Tim agrees, but I never even considered the Euro might be dropped. It would be a huge undertaking, and much worse for some countries than others.

I don’t really know enough about the way it’s structured to say too much more on the subject. I’m sure Tim could enlighten me, but my brain would have to be in optimum order for that to work, and it’s just not happening right now.

 

In 11 days Tim and I will be flying to Japan. It will also be Christmas day, which is also great, but I’m more excited about the Japan thing. Here are some things that I’m psyched for:

* Going to the hyaku-yen shop(s)
* Having okonomiyaki in Osaka
* Trying takoyaki in Osaka
* Meeting up with Mayumi & Erin
* Going to Hakone (Jasmine showed me some photos today from when she went to Hakone. It looked awesome. She ate a black egg)
* Admiring the shiny coating of kinkakuji
* Shopping at konbini (コンビニエンスストア, konbiniensu sutoa – thanks Wikipedia!)
* Riding the shinkansen up & down Honshu

This will be the second year in a row that I won’t be in Australia to ring in the new year. I’m also hoping for snow, although we might not get to see any, even in Nagano. Snow is the best part of winters in the northern hemisphere (purely from a touristic point of view), and it’s the reason I usually travel overseas during Australian summer. I’ll cross my fingers but won’t hold my breath.

It was just me and Mike at trivia tonight (in our team). Kristen couldn’t make it, neither could Tim (aka Brain’s Trust) since he’s in Melbourne. We bombed out, like I knew we would, but Stefan joined us for the second round and actually prevented us from coming last, since he got a couple of questions we wouldn’t have gotten. It will be a lot better next week because Tim will be in Sydney and trivia master Jason Dean (full title for indexing’s sake) said the crossword will be Simpsons themed. Woohoo! Genki will recover from this week’s embarrassing results! Hopefully.

 

Tim is playing Scribblenauts on his iPad.

Tim: How do I get the lion to go to sleep?
Me: Put a moon in the sky. It goes to sleep at nighttime.
Tim: Aw it did. I was trying to give it a sleeping tablet. It didn’t work.
Me: Did it take it?
Tim: No, it destroyed it!

Tim: Hmm. Got to get that stupid lion to go through that hole.
Me: Did you figure out how to do it?
Tim: Yep. I put some meat there. It wouldn’t let me put a live animal there for him to chase after.

Tim: He’s setting up a government?
Tim types something…
Tim: Prime minister didn’t work!
Tim: (annoyed) why not a doctorrr?!
Tim: I’ve already created someone from this category… No I haven’t!
Me: What did you make?
Tim (defensively): Teacher!

Tim: Hm. fully clothe the mannequin.
Some time passes…
Me: did you try something and it didn’t work?
Tim: No, first I gave him a bra. Then I put a negligee on him and it threw the bra off. Then I put a corset on it and it threw off the negligee!
Tim: Latex bodysuit. … It threw off the corset!

 

This post is going to be a copy-pasta job. I know this is cheating, but it’s either this or no posts. Maybe some more posts later, but my track record for the moment isn’t too hot.

So anyway, I wrote this back when I was being vegetarian – so, when I had a reason to know about it. I was getting tired of vegans hijacking the vegetarian forums, and saying things like, ‘milk is murder!’ and telling us we were not trying hard enough – if we were truly committed to the cause, we’d be full vegans rather than half-hearted vegetarians.

Edited for context (originally a post on a forum)…

 

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Most humans lack the enzyme to break down lactose. This makes most humans lactose intolerant, it’s just that there are varying levels of reactions to the lactose. Some people will feel really sick, something akin to a stomach bug, some people experience respiratory distress, some people have the lactose pass right through their system without them ever feeling an ill-effect.

We’re so obsessed nowadays with labeling ourselves as one thing or another. “I’m lactose intolerant so I can’t have dairy” or “I’m gluten intolerant, so I can’t have anything with gluten”. Actually, wheat is not a really positive thing for humans to eat either, if we’re going to get technical. Our bodies aren’t set up to break down wheat proteins, which is why there are more and more people showing gluten intolerances. Some people are affected more than others.

Basically, milk is not what’s bad for you. It’s what they DO to the milk that causes the problems. The milk that comes out of the cow is a healthy thing for humans to partake of. It contains not only lactose, but also the enzyme required to break down the lactose. Through the act of pasteurising the milk (which is required by law here in Australia) this enzyme is removed, and with it the ability to break down the lactose.

The reason that it’s illegal to sell un-pasteurised milk is because of problems that occur when cows are fed on grain rather than grass. Grain that has mould on it (a common occurrence in most large dairy farms that feed their cows on stored grain) can pass bacteria through the milk, and humans drinking that milk can get sick from it. They decided to, rather than solving the problem by not feeding the cattle grain in the first place, heat the milk to extreme temperatures and strip it of it’s natural composition. This meant that the bad bacteria and cultures were removed, but so were the necessary enzymes.

If you live on a farm, have a cow that eats fresh grass and other good things, and you milk that cow, then the milk you can drink from it is very nutritionally beneficial. The protein-to-carbohydrate ratio and vitamins and minerals, not to mention active white blood cells, are some of the reasons why milk has been such a big part of a lot of traditional diets for thousands of years.

I’m not saying that you can’t live without milk – of course you can. I’m just saying that some of the reasons put forward to condemn the product are a bit under-researched, facile and obnoxious.

The real problem is not the fact that people consume milk, and saying “milk is murder!!!!1!!one” is pretty much having the opposite effect I think those who say it intend. The problem is those aspects of the dairy industry that perpetuate the horrible treatment of cows and calves, and fail to give the public proper information about what they’re consuming and that there is another option. If we had the option of purchasing milk from cows left to graze the fields, feed their calves, and go through natural cycles of life, and without the pasteurisation, that would be a much better alternative to drinking milk from cows that have horrible things done to them.

A similar thing happened with chickens. I like eggs. It doesn’t mean I’m eating undeveloped chicken foetuses. For years and years we owned chickens that roamed our backyard and provided eggs on occasion scattered through the garden. There was no rooster around, so the eggs were unfertilised. The only reason I don’t still have my own chickens is because I live in the city now and there are rules about what sort of animals you can and can’t have in close proximity to other people. You have the choice here to buy free range, organic eggs, or the cage eggs which are cheaper but I will never buy personally. We should be given a similar choice with milk.

No, a vegan diet is not impossible, but neither is it the only humane way to sustain yourself.

 

 

I’ve started to read the book version of ‘Game of Thrones’. I’m over halfway through, and it feels like I’m in a race with the TV episodes, to read ahead in the story before we watch the next episode. Because of my sporadic reading habits of late, it hasn’t happened. I read a little bit of the book in the morning, when I’m waiting for people to get to work so I can go in, and also on my lunch break, but it’s difficult to concentrate.

I don’t know what I’m talking about.

So, back to Game of Thrones (the series is actually called ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’ but for some reason whoever is in charge decided it should just be named after the first book). I’m really enjoying the series. There are a few characters that have become favourites of mine, and some that I despise, which is a good measure of the depth of character provided, and the believability of their motivations and reactions. It’s also difficult to say which side is good and which is bad, and a slowly unfolding moral ambiguity is always fun.

Daenerys Targaryen is one of the characters I like. I’ve written about her before, not long ago. Despite being the last in a long genetic line of habitual inbreeding, she’s not (so far) insane like her father and brother. In the last episode, her brother, Viserys, had boiling gold poured over his head (because Khal Drogo promised him a golden crown, get it? lol!!1) and I’m glad, because he was crap. That’s a picture of him on the left (click for a bigger version). He’s definitely not one of my favourites.


Another decent character is Jon Snow. Not only is he cute (look at that baby face!), he’s also an awesome swordsman and looks out for his friends. There’s some conjecture as to his parentage, because the surname ‘Snow’ indicates that he is a bastard. He’s supposedly Ned Stark’s bastard son, but Tim keeps telling me that there’s more to the story, and even though he’s read all the books released thus far, he’s still not aware of the truth of the matter. To me, it’s irritating that they keep talking about things like it’s already cut and dried – he’s Ned’s bastard. Later on, if they come out and say, “Oh, actually, he was Ned’s sister, Lyanna’s son, and he was protecting her honour,” I’ll be mightily peeved. Because right now, it doesn’t seem like that’s much of a mystery at all.


Khal Drogo is hot, though Tim depletes his appeal somewhat by constantly referencing Drogo’s pectoral muscles. “He needs to get a bra,” and “His boobs are bigger than Dany’s!” Never mind the fact that Dany is supposed to be 13. Maybe having dragon blood means you develop faster? Unfortunately, Khal Drogo’s costume only serves to support Tim’s opinion. I’m sure if he wasn’t wearing a corset-type thing, the issue wouldn’t be quite so pronounced. Costume dramas aside, the presence of the khalasar adds a possibility of anarchy to the mix – Daenerys may be the rightful heiress to the throne, but there’ll be a whole huge mess if Khal brings his horsey family over the narrow sea to King’s Landing.

 

 

Tim told me a little while ago that he bought a new TV from JB Hi-fi online, and that it’s getting delivered on Wednesday (probably). He also got a replacement laptop for the one that the taxi drove off with in Boston in February of this year.

He got us a 40″ (read: 101cm. We are NOT imperial here, you retail jerks!) Sharp Quattron. We’ve been looking at this TV for some time now, because our current TV only has one HDMI slot, and it’s annoying having to use the switchy thing every time we want to use the PS3 (because the Foxtel IQ uses HDMI as well).

In any case, it’ll be interesting to experience a new depth of colour on TV. The picture’s not bad, either. It’s also an LED LCD, which means it uses far less power than our existing TV, which is only a plain old LCD. I think the plan is to put our existing TV into our bedroom, and put the one that’s in our bedroom into the spare room, so that our houseguests will be able to watch TV at their leisure too.

It might entice me to play my games more, but I’m not sure. It always makes me feel bad when Tim points out how little I play the games that have been purchased specifically to suit my tastes (eg. Mario games, Donkey Kong, Animal Crossing). I have trouble playing the Zelda game for the Wii because the whole mood of the game environment is dark, and it gives me anxiety. When I’m playing as the wolf, it reminds me of that book ‘The Metamorphosis’; also a dream I had when I was younger that my father had been turned into a piece of ham with black & white twirly circles for eyes.

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