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My Trip to Japan

I finally got the time off I needed to make a real trip to Japan this year. I’ve wanted to go for as long as I can remember and always been profoundly interested in the country and culture. Here’s everything I managed to fit into twenty-three days.

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It was an incredibly novel experience to have grown up appreciating a culture primarily through it’s animation and video games only to see it much later in reality. It took a couple weeks for me to stop feeling like an autistic school girl every time I saw anything wrapped that reminded me I was actually in Japan.

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For example, this photo from the first day I arrived. Just a simple looking street, right?

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WRONG. That’s straight from Shenume for Sega Dreamcast. Multiply that experience for every side-street, clerk in a convenience store, or subway ride and you’re in my brain.

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I spent the first two days in Tokyo. I stayed with Kyoichi, who was studying Russian at Tokyo University. I am eternally humbled by someone so willing to share such a small space with a complete stranger and then some.

On the third day I headed for a farm in the Tochigi wilderness, just a few hours away, where I planned to WOOF for a couple weeks. WOOFing is an international network for connecting people with organic farms and doing work exchanges. Typically, you work six hours a day in exchange room and board.

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I applied to over sixty farms, but was extremely fortunate to find such a generous couple, Sirobey and Pia, who were so well spoken for. They’d hosted many WOOFers and were fantastic to me. They had a giant book with everyone that had visited and their experiences.

Sirobey was a prolific potter and did a couple exhibitions of his work each year in Mashiko, a nearby town known for pottery. He also built all three houses on the property. The guy was amazing with his hands.

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He set up the wheel and I was welcome to spin whenever I wanted. He made it look so easy.

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For some reason this old photo of him reminded me of Predator. Not sure why.

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They grew at least thirty different types of plants. Wheats, fruits, vegetables, and many more I hadn’t heard of or they only knew the Japanese name for. Pia said they grew about 70% of the food they ate, but could easily do 100% if necessary.

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Their dog, Hime, was adorable and independent.

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Other than Hime and their chickens, they didn’t keep any animals. There were still plenty of frogs and giants bugs around though.

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No day’s work was the same. I spent a fair amount of time in the forest harvesting bamboo to make various plant supports. These will host various vines for some type of vegetable.

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They had a dinner party the first night I stayed there. I met a dairy farmer, but he didn’t speak much English. I later told my hosts about my dream of milking a cow, which they wonderfully orchestrated though a friendly visit to his farm that week.

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I don’t remember if I was bowing or just trying to put the gloves on. There were three young Japanese girls working the pumps. Sirobey translated for me. They were happily amused.

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I milked a cow! I didn’t do it long, since it was just falling on the floor, but I still fully intend to find a non-commercial farm with buckets at some point.

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We fed the younger cows outside afterwards. Cow tongues are crazy.

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I finally got farm fever and realized there was so much more of Japan I still wanted to see. I started planning where else to go  and left the farm a few days early for Tokyo.

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I stopped in Odaiba, a small, artificial island just outside Tokyo. It was very mordern and had lots of robots.

I visited the Emerging Science and Technology Center on the island. They had a fair amount of science exhibits and expos with the latest tech.

Some of the robots were still quite old or impractical, like this one. I don’t think we need an animatronic news-reporter.

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I didn’t stay in Tokyo long and caught a night bus for Hiroshima. They were just barely comfortable enough for sleeping, and meant I could wake up in a different city and start running around right away again.

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Hiroshima was fantastic. It was really fascinating to think their entire infrastructure is only 70 years old.

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Everything still seemed a bit grey and industrial compared to the other cities I visited.

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They’d already rebuilt Hiroshima  castle a few times. This one had an awesome museum inside for how small it was.

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I was on my way to the Peace Museum, outside the Atomic Bomb Dome, and I saw this strange display of books. There was another table with Japanese versions right next to it. I read the entire book. It was a history and collection of observations from a man who’s mother survived the bombing while he was still in the womb. It had some excellent information and opinions that weren’t in the Peace Museum.

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“That’s my mother.” Kasei said as I finished the book, pointing at a picture of her. He’d waited to introduce himself until I’d read most of it. I didn’t expect the author to be around for some reason, and it was great asking him lots of questions afterwards. He knew everything about the history of the bomb and its aftermath. I ended up enjoying talking to him more than the actual museum.

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Hondori Street was the incredibly long, canopied shopping district in Hiroshima.

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I stopped in a store and found a UFO-catcher with panties inside. UFO-catchers are basically crane games, but I think they call them that because it’s a miracle if you actually catch something. There were huge arcades just for them though in every city. And no, I did not procure any panties during my trip, since you’ve all been asking.

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I met up with Joey, my couch surfing host, and convinced him to go out that night. We went to a private party with a large group of his friends and other people. Lots of eating, drinking, and stumbling around afterwards. Fucking awesome time.

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I stopped at Miya Jima the following day, a small island just near the city. It was famous for its photogenic, giant torii. I didn’t venture too far into the island, but it had some great temples and shops.

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They also had wild deer roaming the island, mostly looking for food and to violate your personal boundaries. It was awesome being so close to them. These guys were NOT shy. Any loose articles were game, including papers and maps. Ask me to do my Miya Jima deer impression sometime.

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I headed to Kyoto next, the old capital of Japan. I stayed at this incredible hostel, which was designed remarkably well. I met a pair of British lads, Andrew and Fabio, who were also touring Japan. We teamed up for a day of sight-seeing the following morning.

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We visited the Fushimi Inari Shire, famous for it’s thousands of torii gates. It was a decent hike up the mountain. A random group of Chinese school-kids insisted we camo in their group photo.

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I insisted we visit Arashiyama Monkey Park, because monkeys. It was inhabited by about 170 Japanese macaque monkeys, all happy to be fed.

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By happy I meant completely unimpressed and ambivalent towards anything but apples and peanuts. Their hands were like tiny people hands. True joy.

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If you left the cage area they were still roaming freely around and you could approach them. I wouldn’t get too close though, they were screaming and chasing each other most of the time. Also, the signs warned you not to look at them directly in the eyes, as it was considered an aggressive gesture. It didn’t seem to stop anyone though. This one posed for a photo, or to illustrate the stark contrast between pre-human and post-modern mentalities. I’m not sure.

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I visited the Golden Pavilion temple by myself the following day. What you can’t see in this picturesque photo are the THOUSANDS of other tourists surrounding me all vying for the same shot. This was around where my temple-burn-out set in and I stopped visiting landmarks.

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I spent a night at a capsule hotel. You can only stay one night at a time, but they’re very efficient. They were originally meant for Japanese salary men who missed the last train and needed somewhere to sleep and shower for a night.

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Everything was impeccably designed. Everyone walked around in these grey robes.

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It felt like staying at a space station.

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The capsules were segregated by floors and gender. It was quiet and relaxing.

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DID I MENTION IT WAS LIKE A SPACE STATION.

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After Kyoto, I headed to Osaka, an hour south and about the same size. It was more modern and known for its food. Hence, the Ramen Museum.

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I stayed with Akira, an engineer and salary man. He hosted surfers to practice his English. He was way too polite and cooked me dinner. He played guitar and loved music. There were stacks of CDs everywhere.

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Osaka had the best ‘giant castle in the middle of a Metropolis’ going on. I didn’t bother going in this one, but I did visit the history museum across the street.

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This trip needed more theme parks. Universal Studios Japan!

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I actually went to Universal Studios Orlando last year with Ree and Christina, but everything still felt very different. Fake snow always seems ironically insulting in 90 degree weather. Mmmmmmm, butterbeer.

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It was oddly unsettling hearing Dumbledore talk in Japanese. Hermione sounded like an old woman.

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The park had four attractions which were all anime-focused. Apparently, Attack on Titan warranted one. I’m still not sure why. Sadly, the Resident Evil one was closed.

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Eva was largely responsible for my initial infatuation with Japan. It’s no surprise it’s still popular twenty years later. This ride was absolutely awesome. Blood everywhere.

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I headed back to Tokyo for the last four days of my trip. I met up with Kyoichi again and we went clubbing one night in Shibuya. He was already hosting another pair of other surfers from America as well. I was already set up with an AirBnB so I could pretend I lived in the city for a few days.

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I tried finding a Bitcoin ATM to get some more cash at one point. Unfortunately, none of them were either working or where they claimed they were. It was a sad day for crypto. This one is lagging out while looking for the exchange rate. Also, the Japanese address system is practically impossible for finding things, but makes for good adventures.

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I met up with Maki, the Japanese regional contact for Burning Man. She invited Morgan, a professor from Virginia and we all had dinner one evening. He was a burner as well and was teaching English to exchange students visiting Japan. Obviously, he spoke excellent Japanese, and had no trouble striking up conversations with this group of kids. We had a blast and I spent some time in his classroom the following day.

I visited the Tsukiji fish Market, the biggest wholesale fish and seafood market in the world and also one of the largest wholesale food markets of any kind. This was actually very difficult to photograph and largely a spectacle of scale. It felt like something out of Blade Runner.

Genki Sushi was an awesome, conveyor-belt sushi restaurant in Shibuya. It felt extremely satisfying to order from a touch screen and watch it drive out on a tray five minutes later.

I almost played Pachinko (the Japanese version of slot-machines), but it seemed more ridiculous the longer I studied it. There were so many strange things about these places and they were everywhere. The huge trays of metal balls, insane lighting, and overwhelming noise were just a few.

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I met Stephan at Robot Show on my last night in Tokyo. The show was amazing, but Stephan even more so. We were both of similar age, profession, and visiting Japan for the first time with similar intentions. Quite synchronous. He also ordered biggest piece of naan I’ve ever seen.

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We ended up hitting a string of strange bars with some people he knew. I got an affectionate lick on the nose from a drunk woman. It was a fantastic send off.

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I’d taken two semesters worth of Japanese in college, but it had still been five years since I’d studied any of the language. I only knew a few hundred words and some basic culture and customs. I couldn’t see myself venturing back without knowing more and being able to interact with people on a deeper level. I felt isolated or cut off many times as a result.

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Regardless of not knowing much of the language, I had a wonderful time. Tokyo was easily the cleanest and largest city I’ve ever seen, and the entire country was beautiful and fascinating. There’s was so much more I can’t fit here.

Also, learning about WOOFing and its sister sites (Workaway &  HelpX) made me realize just how easy it is to find projects, jobs, or communities you can actively engage in abroad while eliminating costs and creating relationships with real people.

Nothing to See Here. Move Along Please.

There’s a subtle formula at work here:

  • Assemble the minimum requirements for a city.
  • Build it (don’t die).
  • Invite your most adventurous friends.  Hope they like camping.
  • Inject all the art and technology you can muster.
  • Ingest the most novel substances known to man at the city’s apex.
  • ????????
  • Simulated Singularity

I’ve snuck away from the group. I’m standing alone, keeping a lucid gap between myself and the cacophony of the city. This whole thing happened again and keeps happening and I’m back in a place where the whole notion it’s possible is confounding. I realize it’s why I try to perpetuate the collective experience each year and maintain such a consistent state of wonder and appreciation surrounding it. It’s a strange and secret beauty.

It’s ironic we (burners) go to such unsustainable lengths each year to create a sort of hyper-capitalist lifeboat to send into a barren wasteland hoping to experiment with alternative notions of culture and sustainability.

It’s obviously wrought with contradictions, but the cake is still delicious, even if it doesn’t blow as many minds as it used to. And it’s definitely attempting to evolve outside itself despite being surrounded by forces eager to commoditize it. It’s also the steadiest mirror for reflection on new forms of cultural momenta at the boiling edges of our collective reality (IMHO).

I worked too hard again. I sacrificed too much time and energy to be able to participate in the event as much as I needed. My work was still very successful, and First Camp had a great year despite being considerably larger and more encumbered, but it challenged my composure more than a few times.  I’ve redefined some boundaries and finished articulating the changes I think need to occur, but there’s still a lot up in the air. Regardless, I know I’ll have a place to keep contributing to and working at the event in a significant way, however I find myself doing it.

Ree and I were Space Cops this year. The gate contraption I spent so many hours on pre-event to wrangle participants  didn’t quite work out. It kept tipping over and probably would’ve killed someone, but I was surprised how little it bothered me when we put it down and just approached people. Imposing on them was much easier without it, there wasn’t some central fixture to run away from.

People were so intrigued and unexpecting. Having the ability to actually interrogate and communicate with them through our microphones made all the difference this year. We couldn’t project through the helmets last time and ended up more like alien mimes. There’s something deeply satisfying about posing as an intergalactic authority and inflicting order on people in a place so resistant to it, all while holding a laser and in booty shorts.

Christina stayed for post and got her first solid dose of DPW. When things wound down afterwards it started to feel like the Wild Wild West again. The Last Supper was definitely the highlight. I hadn’t been objectified like that all year and I’m certain the images of me in a dress, attacking a three-story fire amidst a line of other screaming drunk people will be eternally seared into our brains forever.

The trip home was unexpectedly dense. We traveled much further than we anticipated, but only after hitting the dullness of Texas suburbia and rebuilding our craving for more adventure. It was so wonderful to see where some of our friends and family actually call home and get glimpses of their daily lives. We surprised Ree in Valdosta, saw my sister in Austin, and Chip in Tennessee.

We saw aliens in Roswell, wizards at Harry Potter World, and ate soul food in New Orleans. I finally made it to the City Museum in St. Louis, MO, somewhere I’ve always wanted to go. It was above and beyond the most incredible children’s museum I’ve ever even heard of. It was so interactive and engaging, I resisted the urge to ditch Christina and run through every turn and tunnel until I got lost somewhere, surrounded by strangers. Words and pictures fail widely here, it’s remarkably non-linear, a sort of sculpted gymnasium fabricated from recycled steel, cement and assorted industrial reclamations. We even met a burner from Chicago while standing in line for the ten-story slide.  I’d highly recommend it to anyone with kids or two nimble legs if you’re ever near the area.

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Alas, I’ve been home for a few months, decompressing. Things become blurrier within the bounds of Fargo and the onslaught of default world. It’s taken me awhile to write this and feel like I could get out from underneath the weight of my work at the event and heavier parts of the experience.

I was invited to San Francisco last week for the annual First Camp debrief. It was amazing and awesome to be with everyone outside of the distractions of the event. I can tell my role is still evolving and next year will be very different, but I saw how deeply aware and committed all those people are and feel great good looking back on it.

It’s time to channel those feelings into all the other aspects of my life again and keep making and expressing things as courageously and wildly as anyone will allow. And it’s time to look forward to whatever crazy and alien ideas we can conjure for the Carnival of Mirrors.  Who knows what we’ll find there.

 

About That Thing in the Desert

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I watch in anticipation as my platonic life-mate puts his helmet on. He gives a nod and we raise our hands, sprinting towards the fire. The crowd has their backs turned and most of them don’t even see us coming. We scream in mock terror, but the sound barely escapes our headgear. When we reach the perimeter of the flaming ship, we fall to our knees and begin crying in hopeless defeat. I start to hear people laughing nearby. After accepting our fate we begin walking back to the over-sized cat palace.

“Dude, that was awesome!.” cheers a group as we pass them. We scan each individual carefully with our tricorders as they admire our space suits. They ask for photos and we strike a pose. Their fascination continues, and I eventually decide to cool off by removing my helmet.

“Cougar Bait!?” a man screams. I vaguely recognize him. It’s only Thursday, but it’s been a full week, filled with faces.

“That’s the guy who fixed our trailer today!” he says eagerly to his friends. I recall them now, and the hour I spent earlier that day addressing their dire lack of power. I hung around after I plugged them in to make sure it was working, but I was busy and didn’t loiter.

I bow in appreciation, but we usher on to our friends at the nearby cat palace. And so the night continued… Continue reading

How I Use the Internet

Recently, I was asked what my typical browsing habits were. I’ve been labeled the “wired guy” on multiple occasions, but realized I’ve never given a genuine account of what my average, digital day is like. I’m also curious how it compares to others, as many of our lives online have evolved in silent contrast of each other. In short; I read lots of Reddit, pirate just about everything, and stay away from Facebook.

 

Browsing

Reddit is my primary source for information, insight, and support. Reddit a social news website where anyone can share and vote on content. It is also divided into user-moderated “subreddits” for any imaginable interest. I have two accounts, each of which filters a specific range of content. Continue reading

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