Contest Closed

Ok, I have decided that I have enough books for the new year, primarily because I am not sure I can afford to buy this many books! Here is the list of my own choices:

The Collected Short Stories - Dahl (already about half done)
The Odyssey - A Modern Sequel - Kazantzakis (just started, pretty awesome, heavy Nietzschean influence, very long)
Getting Things Done Allen (2nd read)
7 Habits of Highly Effective People Covey (2nd)
If You Want to Write - Ueland (2nd)
One Hundred Years of Solitude (ugh, I have to read an Oprah book)
The Road - Cormac McCarthy - yay postapocalyptic fiction!
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - Thompson - I am breaking down and finally reading it.
Guns, Germs and Steel - Diamond
Remembering the Kanji 1 - this is a textbook with all 2000 main use Kanji - I intend to learn them all.
The Magus - Fowles
The Old Capital - Kawabata
I am a Cat - Soseki
Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World - Haruki Murakami
Lightweight Backpacking and Camping: A field guide to wilderness hiking equipment, technique and style
Fixing your Feet - Vonhof
The Complete Walker IV - Fletcher and Rawlins
Four Pairs of Boots - McLachlan
Lost Japan - Kerr
Collected Fictions - Borges
On the Road - Kerouac
20th Century Poetry and Poetics - ed Geddes
Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry

Because no one made any suggestions for subscriptions, I am going to subscribe to
the Malahat Review and The Fiddlehead, because the former was my first rejector and the latter may dare to be my second, and because they are fairly prestigious. Lastly, because I am turning hardcore and because it is cheap, I am going to subscribe to Backpackinglight's print mag. It is $15USD with my membership, though shipping costs double the price. Still, $30USD for 4 issues is pretty good.

Here are the submissions:
Financial Peace - Ramsey - Matt
The Tipping Point - Gladwell - Matt
Nausea - Sartre - Ty
On the Road - Kerouac - Ty (unofficial submission)
A Pale View of the Hills - Kazuo Ishiguro - Naben
Lucky Jim - Kingsley Amis - Naben
The Old Devils - Kingsley Amis - Naben
The Collected Poems of Philip Larkin - Naben
Hitching a Ride with Buddha: Travels in Search of Japan - Ferguson - Melia
True North - Harrison - Dad
The Road Home - Harrison - Dad
Dalva - Harrison - Dad

As Naben, cocky ass that he is, pointed out, if the same person suggests both the 1st and 2nd place books, or if he or she already owns the prize, I'll figure something else out.

37 Books all told! Some of them are ridiculously huge, as in entire anthologies, but I have a whole year, so I'll give it my damnest. I'll start with the ones I actually own, in addition to the subscriptions. Here's a tentative starting list:

The Collected Short Stories - Dahl (already about half done)
The Odyssey - A Modern Sequel - Kazantzakis
Financial Peace - Ramsey - Matt (loaned)
Getting Things Done Allen (2nd read)
7 Habits of Highly Effective People Covey (2nd)
If You Want to Write - Ueland (2nd)
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Guns, Germs and Steel - Diamond
The Magus - Fowles
The Tipping Point - Gladwell - Matt (loaned)

These are so big that I'll have to read them gradually.
20th Century Poetry and Poetics - ed Geddes
Remembering the Kanji 1
Collected Fictions - Borges

Wish me luck and look forward to the reviews!

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How the hell am I going to afford this?
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North Korea is more fucked than I realized

I can't figure out how to embed the video so here is a link worth watching: North Korea: Children of the Secret State. The guy that did most of the filming not only escaped from North Korea, but returned and escaped again several times to get this footage. Find another person willing to do that kind of journalism. (via Digg, Google, and Discovery)
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Still Doubting?

Still have any doubt about the absolute certainty of catastrophic climate crisis? "The Denial Machine" Thanks to the CBC.
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Melia and Peter add to the List

From Melia, the finest photographer I know, we have Hitching a Ride with Buddha: Travels in Search of Japan - Ferguson, and from the ol'Dad three Jim Harrison novels (I sure hope I like them!) True North, Dalva and The Road Home. This brings the total up to 33 novels, collections, books, or tomes of poetry, some of which are staggeringly large. Anyway, cross that bridge when I have to.

I am still waiting on some poetry journal suggestions. Keeping with my habit of upping the ante, I'll add one more:
On the Road - Kerouac. I figure I have bugged Ty about his tastes enough to actually warrant reading something he likes, if only to further ridicule him. Actually On the Road may very well speak to me at this time in my life, so I'll give it a shot.

I am only two suggestions away from my cap, but I may still raise that cap! As for the contest, next year the person who suggests the best book will receive a copy of the second place book as well as something else, and the second place will receive the first place book.
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Naben weighs in on the book list and CONTEST!

Naben, pinnacle of erudition himself, has contributed to the book list.
First -
The Collected Poems of Philip Larkin - Larkin is a great poet from all appearances, and I have been meaning to read this.
Next -
Lucky Jim and The Old Devils by Kingsley Amis. I have no idea about the titles or the author, so these are certainly the most mysterious.
Lastly - Kazuo Ishiguro's
A Pale View of the Hills. Ishiguro is another author that I am aware of, but have never read.
Thanks to Naben for his varied suggestions!

We are now at 25 books and 3 volumes of poetry. Naben also pointed out that if my work schedule changes, 2 books a month isn't very much. So, let's make it 36!

I am going to up the ante and put down Jorges Luis Borges -
Collected Fictions. This is actually a previous Naben suggestion, and I have read a bit of it already, but much remains.
I will also subscribe to 2 journals or "zines" (though I find that title distasteful), provided that they will ship to Japan, so if you know anything about that scene, make a suggestion! It can be large-scale or small production. I'll review each issue and the publication as a whole.

Finally, the best suggested book for the year will win a prize! I can't reveal it (mainly because the idea just occurred to me) but due to the nature of the contest it is pretty clear what sort of gift it will be.
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New Photos, Book Update, Mac Geekery

3 Things, because I should be in bed:

I have added new photos to the gallery, and finally decided on a layout for such galleries, after having my entire Saturday derailed by the issue. The pictures are of staff and students at my Christmas party.

Books have been suggested. I am now adding Sartre's Nausea and Financial Peace by Ramsey, thanks to Ty at
TRR and Matt, my compatriot in geekery. The book list is at 16, and I'll add three from the Hiking world and :
Lightweight Backpacking and Camping: A field guide to wilderness hiking equipment, technique and style
Fixing your Feet
The Complete Walker IV

Four Pairs of Boots - McLachlan
Lost Japan - Kerr

BUT - I'll still keep that space open... that's right, you can still suggest 8 more books, and I'll read all 29 next year and write reviews!

Lastly, the super cool doods at
Macheist are selling a fantastic bundle of mac shareware. $50 nets you $300 of award winning software. Check out the site if you or someone you know loves macs - it would make a good present, and 25% of proceeds go to a charity of your choice. My favorite is Delicious Library, which is a super sexy way to keep track of all of your books, cds, dvds or vids in one place. You can even use your webcam to scan in the barcodes.

Correction: I had intended to include the Tipping Point in my original list, so I didn't add Matt's suggestion. Now I see I forgot to write it down. Added!
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2007 Book List Mission

Starting this May I set out to read 12 more books in the remainder of the year. Happily, I have surpassed that total - here is the list with a hard and fast review out of 10:
Thus Spoke Zarathustra - Nietzsche 8.5/10
More Die of Heartbreak - Bellow 7.5/10
If You Want to Write - Ueland 9/10
Pale Fire - Nabokov 8/10
Turning the Mind into an Ally - Mipham 7/10
The Illiad - Homer 7/10
The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People - Covey 8/10
Kokoro - Soseki - Review 5/10
An Inconvenient Truth - Gore - Review 9.5/10
A Short History of Nearly Everything - Brison - Review 8.5/10
The Cossacks - Tolstoy 7/10
The Three Musketeers - Dumas 7.5/10
The Spy Who Came in from the Cold - le Carre 8.5/10
The Well Fed Writer - Bowerman 8/10

Before May I know I read at least these three:
Getting Things Done - Allen 9/10
Freedom and Death - Kazantzakis 8/10
Valis - Dick 7/10

My Goal for Next Year is 24 Novels/Books and 3 Volumes of Poetry - here is a tentative list:
The Collected Short Stories - Dahl (already about half done)
The Odyssey - A Modern Sequel - Kazantzakis (just started, pretty awesome, heavy Nietzschean influence, very long)
Getting Things Done (2nd read)
7 Habits of Highly Effective People (2nd)
If You Want to Write (2nd)
One Hundred Years of Solitude (ugh, I have to read an Oprah book)
The Road - Cormac McCarthy - yay postapocalyptic fiction!
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - Thompson - I am breaking down and finally reading it.
Guns, Germs and Steel - Diamond
Remembering the Kanji 1 - this is a textbook with all 2000 main use Kanji - I intend to learn them all.
The Magus - Fowles
The Old Capital - Kawabata
I am a Cat - Soseki
Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World - Haruki Murakami

20th Century Poetry and Poetics - ed Geddes
Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry

Wow! That's a lot. But wait, you say, there are only 14 books there. That's where you come in: I will read whatever people suggest! Now is your chance to bless or inflict a book upon me! I'd like to read some new authors, so I am open to your suggestions.

Leave a post in the comments! One to two books per person. (I hope I actually have 5 readers...)

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Review: A Short History of Nearly Everything

Bill Bryson is known mainly for his travel literature, but maybe he should be known for his curiosity. This book, A Short History of Nearly Everything, is three years of research into everything we know about science, from the most fundamental to the most widely disputed. The book is organized into large chunks of kinds of science, starting with the cosmos, working through chemistry, then onto biology and genetics, and finally looking at human descendants and our future. Each chapter is laid out historically, from early thoughts on chemistry and alchemy to the current puzzlings over just how the hell proteins sort themselves out.

First, it has to be said that the book is well researched, clear, and full of analogies that continually pummel the reader with the scale of the earth and the severe improbability of our existence. However, the book truly shines in the human stories behind the science. These days, with rabid fundamentalism making an even worse name for religion than before, science has come to be just as trusted as the gods of yore. The famous figures, like Newton or Darwin, come to life as real, confused, and often plain
weird individuals. Newton, for instance, sometimes sat up in bed after waking and then sat motionless for hours due to the inundation of thoughts swamping his mind. Another anecdote describes Huxley asking him if he knew why planets moved elliptically ( a big question of the day ) to which he replied it was due to gravity, and that he had proven it. Huxley was shocked and asked to see the proof - Newton, had, however, misplaced it. Bryson writes that this is the equivalent of telling a cancer researcher in an offhand manner that you cured the whole business but then lost the file.
Karl Scheele, the humble pharmacist who discovered 8 of our most common elements, had the habit of tasting everything he worked with, a habit which eventually killed him.
My favorite is Henry Cavendish, a major discoverer of chemical laws, who was so shy that "any human contact was for him a source of the deepest discomfort." (85) Bryson describes him going to scientific parties where the understanding was that no one was to talk to him or even look directly at him, but rather stand in his vicinity and speak as though speaking to no one. If he had the courage to reply you might have heard a mumbled reply, but often you heard a frightened squeak and found yourself truly speaking to no one, as he had fled.

Now that I've read through the book (and it is quite sizable) a lot of the details of science weren't new or particularly worth remembering, especially all the wrong theories, but then again, I've always been interested in that kind of stuff, so other might learn more from it. The stories of brilliant, vicious or just plain lucky people figuring out our little corner of the world stuck with me much better. Recommended.
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So I Am Still Going Through Ecstasies

On Wednesday I took basically the greatest photo I have ever taken. Have a look at the gallery and guess which one it is in the comments. So through the haze of photographic ecstasy, I've made a few other revelations:
Having a huge aperture means you actually have to pay attention when you are focussing. My old camera focussed very slowly, period, so I always had to take time. Since the Rebel can shoot so fast continuously,
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AND it has a really wide aperture, the possibility of having truly out of focus shots is greatly magnified. The geisha shot from the previous gallery proves it - I blasted away without taking much care to focus, and I got a very fuzzy geisha. I've been using the maximum aperture most of the time, and it has surprised me. The main "problem" has been, as in the photo of the girl on the bridge with the yellow umbrella, that only part of the main subject is in focus. I wanted the whole girl, but the distance different between the edge of the umbrella and her face meant that her face is blurry.
This certainly isn't bad - but it is a challenge. If I am using autofocus I need to make sure my aperture isn't too big, and that it has focussed on the right thing.

Another realization has been more psychological: I always wondered how pro photographers could get into peoples faces and take photos. For me, I have found that raising a camera to my face is sort of like hiding behind it. I'm not holding a digicam out at arm's length in a superobvious photo pose; instead I am concealing my face and looking at the world through a very small window, somehow cut off from reality a little. That, coupled with much faster shot taking time and a long lens that doesn't require me to really get into people's faces means that I am taking photos of strangers that look good for the first time.
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New Camera Magic!

After months of saving and the help of family for Christmas, I've bought my first Digital SLR. The body is the previous entry level Canon model, called the Digital Rebel XT in
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North America (the digital Kiss here, unfortunately). The lens is a 50mm/1.4 fixed lens, which, despite it's cheap design, has received really strong reviews for picture quality.

3 things really stand out, in comparison to my faithful little Canon A95:
Aperture size - my previous max was 2.8 - now it is 1.8 - meaning that my ability to take in light and to have cool depth of field effects has multiplied by 3.
Light sensitivity - my old max sensitivity was 400 but it was grainy as all hell - now it is 1600 and looks great!
Shooting speed - I can power up, focus and take a photo in 6 seconds if the light is decent and I have a good stationary object with the A95 - with the XT it takes a second and a half or so (unless I leave the lens cap on, retard!) The geisha shot I took (and I took two) you can see in the gallery wouldn't have been possible at that proximity with my old camera. The shots are out of focus because I aimed poorly in my excitement.

Enjoy!
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Nightmare!

I feel like I spend just as much time fucking around with this thing as actually writing. Pain in the ass.
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On Matters of Perspective

I'm not going to pin it on a family member, because that would be absolving myself of any responsibility, and thereby crippling the ability to act for change, but somewhere along the line I picked up the world view called "pessimism-fatalism-egotism". My last bitter post came out as result of having a moment of optimism, green in it's vulnerability, squashed by a singular act of environmental disregard.

Thinking over the last couple of days and watching a few good TED talks, I realized that being negative and superior to those who haven't come to understand that we are in deep shit actually accomplishes jack shit. There are people out there that see pollution as merely a problem: something with handles and gears, something that can be
solved. These amazing world leaders in thought, among other things, don't spend evenings brooding over the stupidity of humanity - they grab a textbook and educate. They don't bemoan environmental abuses - they broadside corporations in court. Conclusion - blogbitching on my part contributes very little, if anything.

One reason for this is that the world is generally insensitive to screaming environmentalists such as myself. From a media perspective, it is all they seem to do (though you'd have to scream to get anyone's attention). Hearing that the world is in a shitty place AND we all have to sacrifice greatly AND that may not even be enough to spare the looming doom... well I suspect most people just change the channel on that sort of news. The current thinking is that environmentalism has to be decoupled from granola, hippies, and that guy in hemp who spraypainted your fake fur coat last year. Because frankly, if you dig that culture, you are already on board. It is the bigwigs on the golf course that need to be persuaded, not browbeaten, that buying carbon credits in order to be a carbon neutral company actually makes financial sense. It is the conservative Christians who figure the world is about to end anyway who need to be convinced that mass transit is not only cheaper but more relaxing that driving (in addition to being lower in CO2).

Lastly, it is the educated pessimists that understand the situation but think nothing can be done who need to be re-educated, because something can be done -- IS being done. But you'd never know that from navel-gazing.
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Hope

I was riding my bicycle to work on friday and reflecting on the passing scenery. The sun split the clouds overhead and lit the ruddy maple leaves, the city and the river lay to my left, a bank of trees to my right. My thoughts ran something like, "You know, the city is beautiful, set here against the mountains, the river is mostly clean and full of life, the air is clean today, the trees change colour as though nothing is amiss on the planet. Maybe we'll be ok -- maybe humanity will survive it's own stupidity and vice. Maybe it'll all work out somehow." One really couldn't be but optimistic in such weather. I turned off the river path, up a bike ramp and onto the sidewalk next to the street above. As I rolled down the bumpy cobbles I watched a middled-aged man pick up with a plastic bag what I can only imagine was dogshit, as his little white dog was standing next to him. "That's nice," I thought. The man proceeded to wad the bag into a ball, cock back his arm, and, with the casualness of tossing a ball to his son in a park, throw the bag of dogshit into the river.

I rolled past in disbelief. Twenty feet past him I hit the brakes, turned around and looked at him, trying to express what wouldn't have come out in Japanese or English - shock, rage, confusion. I looked at the little white bag, now sitting in the shallows of the river and glared at him again. He was looking at me, but I wasn't able to make out his facial expression. Unable to decide what to say or do, I started to ride off again, but then stopped and turned around to look at him again. By this time he was looking around: at the ground, the street - certainly not at the foreigner seething with rage 30 feet in front of him. "Fuck!" was all I could manage as I rolled off to work.

Shock subsided, optimism was shredded, and what was left was depression and bitterness. Here, in a 30 second vignette were all of humanity's problems boiled down. A man feels some social pressures but not others (picks up shit, disposes of it incorrectly), is lazy (tossing it instead of carrying it to the can), is self-centered and unable to cope with the slight discomfort of warm shit in close proximity, and is stupid, as throwing it in the river - in a plastic bag - is far worse than the cosmetic problem of leaving it on the sidewalk in the first place. Then, on the opposite end, a proponent of saving the planet froths and howls incomprehensibly at his offended principles, alternates between sadness and violent impulse. I walk the city and see it's vices, yet know some of the reasons. The smokestacks are industry, the shoppingmalls - jobs, the cars and planes a necessity of travel. But to catch someone innocently going about his daily stupidity hits harder than any grim scientist, spells trouble for humanity more than any foreboding report.
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Redesign, New Photos, Video

Part of my reluctance to update recently was due to indecision about my site design. As it stands I have 2 blog-style entry lists with summaries and then main entries. I want to keep the two somewhat separate, as the travel's page is better for a potential employer to see. My photos, similarly, are buried in another section.

Anyone have any suggestions for different site organization? Bear in mind that I am not working with code - I am using Rapidweaver to put the site together, so some options, like one RSS feed for multiple pages, doesn't seem possible.

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Three hours later I had purchased a new theme and was far deeper into screwing around with my site than ever before. Let me know what you think of it.
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An Appendix to Lonely Planet's "Hiking in Japan" Odai-ga-hara to Osugi

This is a short entry: despite the availability of buses, of hordes of tourists, and current maps that give the appearance of everything being a-okay, the trail down into the Otsugi Valley was destroyed by a Typhoon in 2004. I met a large group of hikers who warned me off the non-existent trail with a profusion of "impossible, impossible" and also pointed out that the hut that I was aiming at had the characters for "temporarily closed" written over it. The guy leading the group of hikers apparently owned that hut, and we were all rather confused as to why my 2006 map would list the hut as closed (due to the typhoon) but still had a trail drawn in, when it fact it had been destroyed.
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Anyway, that trail has been trashed - I returned home defeated.
For those of you still interested in exploring other trails in the area, it is still possible to go as far as Awadani hut on the original trail. The hikers I met were doing a loop track that went from Awadani hut up to Nishidani-daka, so that could be a possibility, even though it isn't posted on the LP or Shobunsha maps.
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Review: An Inconvenient Truth - A few harrowing details about Al Gore's prophetic book on climate crisis.

I not worried about future generations, nor am I worried about my unborn grandchildren -- they may not exist.

I'm worried about my future kids, I'm worried about me.

Reading Gore's books is like getting hit in the face by a prize-fighter in slow motion. You can see it coming, you can understand the footsteps - it's simple even! - but it doesn't fail to complete crush your skull. Want a summary of Gore's book? We are screwed. No, that's too passive. We've screwed ourselves.

In the course of my short life I have met people who say - oh global warming, it is just a warm year; pfff, that's just a hoax made by leftists to get votes; global warming? sounds good - I hate winter. First, there is zero doubt among scientists that the planet is warming up. Second, the only people that doubt it are those that have been duped by the hitman scientists hired by oil companies to spread disinformation. Before I read this book I knew the planet was warming up, I knew sea levels were rising, but I didn't know how much, how fast, and most importantly, what the corollary effects would be. So here we go:

Greenland's ice cap, which is melting rapidly, breaks up and slides into the sea. The massive increase in water raises global sea levels by 7m - that's 20ft. Do you live in Richmond? Better move. How about Bangladesh, Florida, Manhattan? Your house is going to be underwater. Holland, which has always been under sea level, will lose 3/4 of its landmass.

Think for a moment about 60m poor and homeless Bangladese trying to find a home. Where do they go? India. Is India going to be happy about 60m refugees? Where do all of the people in Miami move to? Do you think, if the death of 3000 people in 9/11 is enough for war, 60million people looking for a home might have a similar effect?

"But I live inland - that's no concern of mine." Really, well here are the corollary effects of a warmer planet:

--Desertification - parts of the US could lose as much as 60% of their soil moisture, which means - forest fires, crop failures and higher prices.
--Fires - shifts in climate cause drought in some places and floods elsewhere. Higher temperatures makes lightning more common, resulting in more fires, resulting in more CO2.
--Storm strength - Warmer seas and air means stronger storms. Last year the strongest hurricane ever recorded occurred - Hurricane Wilma. Katrina, not nearly as strong, crippled the whole Mississippi area and destroyed a city.
--No clean water - as the glaciers, particularly in the Himalayas, melt, the 40% of humanity in Asia could face a severe shortage of potable water.
--Permafrost melting - the arctic, much of which is in Canada, is accessible due to frozen roads. The number of days with frozen roads has dropped from 210 a year to less than 80 since 1960. Any structure built on the solidity of permafrost will suffer severe structural damage from it's shifting foundations.
--Forest destruction - Pine beetle, the scourge of BC? Cold winters are needed to kill it. Instead, they are killing trees, which then makes forest fires more likely, which increases CO2 and raises the temperature even further.
--Disruption of the Gulf Stream - there is a river of warm currents in the Atlantic that flows from South America to Europe, making Madrid much warmer than New York, despite the same latitude. A large dump of cold water as is coming from Greenland could totally stop the Gulf Stream, resulting, counter-intuitively in an Ice Age. It happened once 10,000 years ago when the last big Glacial lake suddenly dumped from the Great Lakes area into the Atlantic. The world suffered 1000 years of cold temperatures as a result.
--Warmer temperatures also mean an increase in disease, as well as disease bearing insects able to survive in places that were once too cold. Add a pile of corpses from floods and disease increases.
--Ocean acidification -- CO2 makes the ocean acidic. This kills coral reefs. Coral reefs are an important home for thousands of organisms. Goodluck getting sushi when we have made the ocean a wasteland.

Perhaps what will make most people take notice the most will be the economic effects. Insurance companies will no longer be able to predict potential weather damage and may either increase insurance premiums or refuse to insure certain homes or people. This would essentially make a house unsalable. Imagine row upon row of seaside home, slowly being approached by the ocean, with mortgages in the millions and no buyers. What happens to financial institutions when thousands of people declare bankruptcy at once, and also try to make an insurance claim? What then happens to global stock markets and the money you have squirreled away preciously?

Gore's website
www.climatecrisis.net has information on what we can do individually to cut our CO2 emissions. Unfortunately, these are "lessen the blow" measures, as scientists are now saying that we are past the tipping point and the large changes are unpreventable. Gore asserts, however, that by making the transition NOW, not when the shit hits the fan, we can bear the hardship we have caused ourselves more ably.

A final note on the book: this book has really affected me, so far as to reconsider my career path. I received the book openly however. A critical problem for this book, despite its simple and graphics heavy design, is that it was written by a former Democratic Vice President. This means that in the polarized US, where the majority of change needs to happen, a large chunk of the populace will dismiss it as "liberal lies". It is hard not to be totally pessimistic about this, but I have tried to be proactive - I used my AC only for half of July and August, I installed compact fluorescent lights which I have been turning off as much as possible and I've been trying to cut my shower length to shorter than 10 minutes. I've been avoiding buying imported food as much as I can. I have been a real "I don't need a bag" nazi.

Despair is defeat, so go to that website!
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Review: A short discussion of Natsumi Soseki's famous novel, Kokoro, or "the heart of things".

To date I have read two very famous Japanese books: Snow Country and now, Kokoro. I haven't understood either.

Looking back at my notes on Snow Country, I liked enjoyed it more and understood it less. It had far more imagist beauty that I could connect to, but much more unsaid nuance.

What of Kokoro then? The book is split into 3 parts: a young student meets a disillusioned man and becomes fascinated with him, the student is forced to part from this man to attend the slow passing of his ailing father, in which time the disillusioned man attempts to explain his life to the student in a lengthy suicide letter mailed to the student's country home. The letter gives the man's full biography and details the fatal love triangle that occurred between him, his future wife and his best friend, the results of which crush the man's spirit for the rest of his life.

The book is mainly a psychological exploration of relationships: the student and the enigmatic man, the student and his parents, the older man, his friend and his future wife. More interesting that this, the book is a discourse on suspicion, anxiety and guilt that swallows lives. At times it reminded me of Crime and Punishment, what with Raskolnikov's consuming guilt. Raskolnikov, however, finds some salvation.

The book aside, I just can't get into Japanese literature. The entire book, the whole premise hinged on the fact that the man couldn't talk to his best friend honestly and resolve their differences with some sanity. The whole plot was swollen with obligation, honor, and propriety, such that the characters were paralyzed to near inaction.

A westerner reading this book probably just wouldn't connect with it. A Japanese person, although the Japanese have opened up a bit in 100 years since this was written, would understand. As for me, living in Japan and experiencing, albeit through the gauze of semi-ignorance, the same social pressures and seeing them all around me, this book encapsulates everything that pisses me off about this culture.

A comparison: Zorba the Greek, a book that I adore, has as its title character one of the most passionate people I've ever read about. Zorba wouldn't sit in a little room and agonize about his rival in the other room, he'd challenge the man to a fight. He wouldn't feel put out and depressed if he caught his love talking to the other man, he'd grab his mandolin and try to win her affections. Overall, he wouldn't wait for the "right moment" like the main character of Kokoro. He'd just do it, and to hell with propriety. If he couldn't talk about something, he'd explain with his guitar or with a crazy dance.

The book itself is so so. If you want to have an idea of Japanese-ness that gets pushed over the edge by unfortunate circumstances, give it a read. For me, however, I tossed the book down, glad that the somewhat interesting plot but annoying characters were done with. Oh, life has no meaning, I have no faith in mankind. Blah blah. When I hear someone talking like that, I think he needs to get laid or have his life put in danger. Suicide as the only recourse in a situation laced with obligation, guilt and honor, seems totally ridiculous to me. But that's the take of a freefloating "outside person" in Japan.
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Notes from Addiction

I don't know much about chemical addiction: hard drugs, cigarettes, coffee -- but I know a thing or two about psychological addiction. I started playing video games when I was 8, but it wasn't until I was 14 that a sudden influx of income permitted me to buy and play games at a previously unknown level. Weekends dissolved. Weeknights evaporated. The peak of my "problem" was in university, living with my good friend Matt. Matt has more games than anyone I know and he generously shared them with me. Within 2 years I had purchased a Xbox and a Gamecube and I spent my weekends and most of the summer of 2004 moving from one distraction to another.

Then I finished university. I looked back from the vista provided and saw a string of unread books, a relatively small social life and a total lack of a girlfriend or anything resembling a date. More importantly, I saw the future: living in Japan, working and then letting video games sop up the rest of my time. Moreover, I needed money, so I quit video games and sold the lot.

The pain of the transition was soothed by a totally new circumstance. However, Japan is possibly the worst place in the world to go if you want to be free of vids! When I arrived and found out that even one of my students worked for Nintendo, I knew I was in for trouble. Even so, I persevered, with only slight lapses in temporary situations like arcades and the visit of Matt (bearing his own games).

Until yesterday.

On a whim, though the unconscious uses the word "whim" as a shield for more nefarious doings, I went looking for Mac games on the net. I found Fallout 2, a game that friends had raved about, concerning life after nuclear war. I installed it. As though a light had suddenly burnt out, 6 hours passed. The game wasn't particularly fun, as I had played games made by the same studio after this one, and I could see what had improved in the next games. Even so, despite dying, finding the controls annoying, endlessly watching my character swinging his spear and missing and waiting again for my turn-- EVEN SO --I was totally immersed in the pursuit of items, quests and levelup opportunities. I wasn't even enjoying the game, but I was drawn into the activity.

Scientists call the drug that is released during concentration dopamine, I think. Like a guy craving a cigarette after 20 years, I felt the same desire, but also the guilt. I knew I had betrayed myself and my resolution to quit. Playing was a guilty exercise that violated one of my values "time is the most precious commodity". So, I deleted it all in a fit of self-disgust.

Apologists will say: we need a way to relax, it is just as much a waste of time as any other idle hobby so there is no harm in it, it isn't a waste of time if we enjoy it. However, my problem with vids is that they are almost entirely a closed circuit. Yesterday, I poured myself - 6 hours - into a game that gave me a little pleasure back, but that's it. No new friends, no learning, no life-changing experiences, other than the realization that they weren't for me anymore.

It basically boils down to death. For those of you, who, like me, have been drawn into activities that produce little if anything, I suggest weighing your vice against eternity. Napoleon didn't even have time for sleep, Asimov wrote from 9:30am to 10pm everyday.

Death is tomorrow - is there something you need to do today?
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Pzizz!

I recently found a cool program though my friend Matt - pzizz. The weird name comes from its function: it induces sleep. Basically, you start the program and it plays a randomly generated track of a man talking quietly (and no, he isn't saying "buy coke" or "kill the president", though one of those requires much less convincing) and strange music. My gleanings from the website suggest that the music is specifically designed with a frequency modulation that stimulates the areas of the brain that are active during sleep.

There are two versions, the basic powernap version, and the addon sleep version. Normally the former costs $40 and the latter, $20, but right now the website
www.mydreamapp.com is holding a contest for ideas for cool Mac applications and if you sign up and vote BEFORE THE END OF FRIDAY you get a FREE copy of the nap version!

I have tried the nap version a couple times and have thought it was really cool. Recently I have been waking up earlier and doing more with my day, so I end up feeling exhausted. I have only had a couple chances to try the nap, but both times it make me really relaxed, though not quite asleep, as I didn't have a good place to really stretch out. The sleep module, however, can be downloaded as a trial, and it knocks me right out. Last night I was asleep in about 5 minutes, though in fairness, I rarely toss and turn longer than 10. The naps can also be exported as mp3, so you can listen on your ipod and sleep wherever.

Anyway, it looks cool and it available for Mac and lowly windows, so give it a shot. I'm off to bed.
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An Appendix to Lonely Planet's "Hiking in Japan" Daisetsuzan Grand Traverse

Asahikawa

Buses leave from stop number four directly in front of the station to Asahi-dake Onsen. Service has recently been
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expanded, but the free buses are a thing of the past. 4 to 5 buses daily, 1 hour and 40 minutes, 1000yen.
If you are desperate to get to the trailhead at Asahi-dake Onsen, the tourist info desk has a taxi driver who can take you there for 5000yen. Otherwise, there are campsites at Kagura Oka park. Walk east from the station and take the first bridge that crosses the river to the south. It takes about 20 minutes on foot. The park is on the left and has level turf for camping, running water, moderate mosquitoes, toilets and groups of bbqing, bongo-drum pounding revelers that aren't aware they are in a camping ground (that was my unfortunate experience anyway).

The Hike - Day 1

Taking the 9:10am bus and the ropeway (every 15 minutes) lands you close to the famous steaming vents of Asahi-dake and cuts 2 hours of walking time off of the hike to Kuro-dake. Even so, it will likely be just before 11am, and there will still be 5-6 hours of pure hike time remaining. The main attraction for most of the visitors is Sugatami-ike - a pond that reflects the steaming vents in the background. Take either of the two paths from the ropeway: both lead to the pond.
The trail from Sugatami-ike to the peak of Asahi-dake is a continuous slog up the igneous slopes of the south face, but the view from the top is stunning ... or socked in with cloud. Having taken your obligatory photo, head east.
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The descent is steep and treacherous, as it is comprised of small, loose gravel, which can also be soaked with meltwater, depending on the time of year. One or two hiking poles are strongly recommended, especially with a heavy pack. The saddle has a small unprotected campsite (5 tents maximum). The makeshift rock walls built around the tentsites suggest an uncomfortable night in high winds. From the campsite, climb up to Mamiya-dake.
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The LP guide mentions circling a large crater rim to the north, which can be a little confusing, as there is another crater that you see on the way up Mamiya-dake. Remember though, that the Daisetsuzan trails are well marked primarily at junctions and peaks, so keep going until you see the post marking Mamiya and the splitting of the trail. From here you can go to Kuro-dake and the end of the LP Day 1, or you can circle the crater in the opposite direction and hike to Hakkun-dake Hinan-goya, taking slightly more time and cutting the next day shorter by 2 hours.

The remaining hike is fairly easy: follow the ridge of the crater and enjoy contemplating the massive blast that made it once upon a time. Cross Naka-dake, pass the optional hike to Hokuchin-dake and descent into the relatively flat ground called Kumo no Daira. Your campsite - Kurodake-ishimuro - and the promise of food, sleep and beer (500yen) are visible at the start of the descent.

The campsite itself isn't huge, but it is free and busy. The hut costs 1500yen for the night, and food, fuel (gas canisters), and rental sleeping bags are available. The water supply consists of 3 water tanks covered with boards. "Boil the water" notices are posted, although the locals say that Echinococcus, the potentially fatal parasite in water contaminated by fox feces, is so rare as to not worry about it. There are apparently a lot of foxes in the area, but I didn't see any. The lack of freshness is reason enough to boil the water. Toilets here are clean and cost 200yen, with the added novelty of riding half a bicycle next to the toilet to help the hut's energy usage.
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Before bed, climb up Kuro-dake. Although the name means "black mountain", you will not notice any difference in color. The view into the gorges on the east side is worth the 30 minutes, even at the end of your day.

The Hike - Day 2

Hokkai-dake, the first mountain of the day, is where the alternate trail from Mamiya-dake links up, but the extra 1.5hrs are worth it. From the camp, cross the river leading out of the crater and enjoy the banks littered with alpine flowers.
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If you were turned off by the water tanks last night, the snowmelt here is more appetizing but should still be boiled. Hokkai-dake permits views of the end of Day 2 - Chuubetsu-dake, and Day 3 - Tomuraushi.

Pass between Aka-dake (2078m) and Hakuun-dake (2229m) and drop down to Hakuun-dake Hinan-goya. This is a nice campsite, but prices have gone up. Sleeping in the hut costs 1000yen and camping is 300yen. However, the water source here is the only source on the whole hike, according to the 2006 Shobunsha map, that doesn't need to be boiled. A snowfield creates a short stream with little chance of contamination. This is the last nice water source for the day, so fill up. The rest of the day is spent in the slow, almost flat ascent of Chuubetsu-dake and then a steep drop down the the hut on the south side. The hiking is smooth and easy, and great views can be seen of the valley to the east.
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The descent from Chuubetsu-dake is the first encounter with brush pine. Depending on the direction it grows, hiking through it is fairly smooth or tough going. A pack cover is useful to prevent snagging your pack on head-high branches.

The man that runs Chuubetsu-dake Hinan-goya is friendly and chats with everyone who stays. The hut itself is small and has an outhouse. The campsites too, are small and the ground is rocky, limiting the number of places to camp.

Depending on the amount of snow, 1 to 3 of the camping spots may be open for use. The proprietor, who has lived there for "a very long time" says the water is safe, and it can be assumed that he just drinks the snowmelt. However, when asked about Echinococcus, he said "ok, let's boil it." Take your chances.
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The Hike - Day 3

Rise early and see mist rolling off of the snowfield. From the hut, climb back up to the junction and head south again through the brush pine. If it is foggy it can be hard to find the junction signpost, just head south along the ridge as there is nowhere else to go. Dew and brush pine make the hike up to Goshiki-dake wet and difficult. Take in another fantastic early morning view of most of the park and marvel at the craggy monster you are aiming at for the day - Tomuraushi. After wading through some somewhat pruned pine, the trail turns into a boardwalk over marshland. Climb Kaun-dake as a slight detour or skip it and similarly ignore the side trails to Hisago-numa, sticking to the ones marked for Tomuraushi.
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The path drops to down to 1750m and then starts the rocky climb up Tomuraushi (2141m), one of the 100 famous mountains of Japan. Hiking poles are recommended for hopping from boulder to boulder. The peak is very popular and presents an opportunity to chat with the picnicking locals. The weather around the peak and the camp on the opposite side is highly variable: I arrived at the Minami-numa campsite at 1pm and watched the weather change from fog to clear skies to a torrential thunder storm. Set camp quickly. There is meltwater and a form of outhouse which lets you do your business into a bag and pack it out, rather than dig a cathole.

The Hike - Day 4

The LP Hiking in Japan guide lists Day 4 as the hardest day, and they aren't fooling.
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Most of the other hikers will think you are crazy and you will likely only have a couple of companions at most. This is by far the least populous stretch. If it has rained or if you are the first in the morning to hit the dew, you are going to be soaked. Rain pants are a must and hiking poles are critical for both maintaining your footing on slippery clay trails hidden by bear grass and shaking some dew off the plants in front of you. That said, the hardest stretch only lasts about an hour.

The LP notes that you can cut the day in half by staying at Futago-numa, but this campsite is really muddy and not at all attractive. Instead, if you are concerned about the length of Day 4 (17km), I would recommend filling up on water at Minami-Numa, and instead of cutting that day short at lunchtime, keep hiking toward Sansen-dai, the first mountain of Day 4. Shortly before and after Sansen-dai there are very small campsites not listed on the Shobunsha map. The former is exposed and doesn't have water, but camping here shortens the next day by 90 minutes. The latter has questionable water and room for about 3 tents. Also note that between the two sites there is a decommissioned trail leading to the west, but the sign's red lettering is extremely faded and the sign itself isn't placed to block you from taking that trail inadvertently.
At the base of Tsurigane-yama, there is a third campsite, fitting about 5 tents, again with no amenities, reachable after around 3 hours of hiking from Minami-Numa. None of these sites are as nice as Minami-Numa, but they make Day 4 shorter.

After the tough trails, the hours leading up to Futago-numa are fairly easy, popping up and down along the ridge leading south. Just before Futago-numa, however, is the least pleasant stretch in the hike. The trails turn into puddles and streams, again requiring the use of a hiking stick or pole to keep from falling in as you jump from dry land to dry land. The trail is also mostly hidden and footing is treacherous. Gauge your energy level after taking lunch at Futago-numa, as another 4 hours of hiking remains. The remaining mountain, Oputakeshike,
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can also look daunting, as the trail leads 600m straight up it. If you happen to have the misfortune of being swaddled in cloud for the last 3 hours leading to camp, amuse yourself by memorizing the rhythmic names of the Ainu mountains you have conquered: Tomuraushi, Tsurigane, Kosumanupuri, Oputakeshike.

The camp at Biei-Fuji Hinan-goya is so-so. The hut is unstaffed and sleeps about 8, while the campsites are somewhat muddy. The water source is a 10 minute hike north past the camp: look for a small stream flowing across the trail from the left bank. There are no toilets.

The Hike - Day 5

Almost done! Head south past Biei Fuji and to the 3-way junction that leads up Biei-dake, to the peak of Biei Fuji, or down to Tokachi-dake Hinan-goya. Climb Biei-dake and look for an extremely large rabbit that seems to call the area home. The mountains seen from Biei-dake are distinctly different from the previous ones. The slopes are barren and streaked in shades of brown, yellow and white. The ridge from Biei links up to the biggest mountain of sand you'll ever see - Tokachi-dake.
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Even in heavy cloud this is an interesting mountain to climb. The ground is like sand in places, but nearing the top it is more solid. Walking in pure cloud, with less than 10m of visibility and nothing alive to make any sound makes the mountain feel more like Mars than Japan.

The people at the peak listening to baseball on little radios and drinking beer will, however, dispel the magic. From the peak, follow the signs marked for Tokachi-dake Onsen. The next main landmark is Kami Horo Hinan-goya, a little hut at the base of Kami Horokamettoku-yama. If you are considering the Side Trip to Furano-dake, you might want to camp here. From the hut you can climb the peak or skirt it. I personally found skirting it to be disorienting, as I was in heavy cloud and the trail bended west more than expected. Climbing over it is probably just as easy physically as the peak isn't big and it may be easier to navigate. If in doubt, 2 minutes after the trails meet a new junction that leads to Furano-dake or to Tokachi-dake Onsen clears up any uncertainty. From here it is another 2.5hrs down to the onsen. Part of the trail is made of large wooden stairs, but if your legs are tired they are just as difficult as a trail, so don't let your guard up just yet.
The Onsen has a nice valley setting and a beer machine,
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but is otherwise not worth your time. There is a public washroom in the parking lot and buses leave for Kami Furano at 10:29am, 2:07pm and 5:17pm (last changed July 2001), costing 500yen taking and 45 minutes.


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One More Reason to Never Pick Up a Gun - What goes by undetected in the phrase - no casualties.

Read a news reel: 53 dead, 92 injured. After you read about the dead, the injured seem to be in such a better place. It is true, being injured is better than being dead, but for me, for the official counts in the news and the internet, the injured matter so much less as to be like apples and oranges.

The problem for me lies in the variety: what can injured mean? A bomb goes off - one guy gets nicked on the thigh by some flying glass. Is that an injury? It has to be treated. Do they count those? Raise the severity - someone else gets a shard of glass driven though his leg, requiring surgery to save it and giving him a permanent limp. This must be an injury. And again - another person nearest the assailant loses a leg, an arm and an eye and suffers burns that disfigure him. The last two suffer from injuries that affect them for the rest of their lives. Yet when we hear the often unelaborated word "injured", it passes by under a cloud of "at least they aren't dead". The lack of elaboration is likely often due to the military. They have to release that soldiers were killed, but they don't have to say that soldiers were horribly disfigured and are being shipped back to the US for their families to deal with.

And then there is
this. Due to advances in body armor, soldiers are surviving blasts that still turn their brains to tapioca. They experience slow physical reactions, memory loss, violent mood swings, and depression. This is being called the signature wound of the Iraq war, due to the number of roadside explosives.

So we have among the hazy injured: the limping, the burnt or scarred, the mutilated, the blinded (deafened etc) AND the mentally retarded. While shell shock in previous wars was a result of extreme anxiety, this is actually physical brain damage, and largely untreatable with psychology.

Even worse, there are soldiers who haven't reported being injured, but whose brains have been seriously damaged. Want to see a time-bomb? Send a 20 year old decked in honors back to a family he doesn't remember.
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Hokkaido Photo Trip

The technical issues were just as much a journey!

See them
here.
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Photos

I have the same photo gallery published in flash over on the photo page. Let me know how it runs on your computers, as there is a less graphically intense version available.

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Platypus Water Bottles

One of the favorite pieces of gear among fanatic gram counters are the Playtpus water bottles, made in Seattle.
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These bottles, unlike those omnipresent Nalgene bottles you can see on university campuses, are made of a soft, tasteless plastic. When full they form a shape fairly conducive to holding and drinking, although when near empty they can flop around a bit if you don't control your water flow carefully. When empty, the bottles squish flat and fit damn near anywhere. Alternately, you can roll them, as I do, to fit one into my little day bag around town. I fill it up at work, use it, then empty it and carry it home. A 1L bottle weighs 28g, and although a wider opening would make cleaning easier, you can't beat the weight. (well, you can, with cheapass plastic pop bottles, but they last less time and can't be flattened). My only real issue is with the pushpull caps. These caps are made so that they don't open accidentally in your bag - fair enough - but they are really hard to open, especially with your teeth (not recommended). Still, they are the only bottles I use when I am not boiling water for health reasons.
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Steve Irwin, Croc Hunter

Steve Irwin, the crazy Australian that shocked most of us with his way-too-close encounters with animals, died on monday. He was stabbed in the heart by a stingray and likely died instantly. I was pretty sad to hear that he died. He always made me laugh and brought the animal world closer to me. At the same time, I am not so surprised that he died. He lived an extremely dangerous life and relished it.

What else is there to say? Having recently read the Iliad, the death of a popular figure is a recurring theme for me. Perhaps his wife was more prepared for the possibility, but I doubt the children were. Sad.

But still, he was quite the little ripper while he lived.
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The Penny Stove

In Japan, open wood fires are prohibited, which presents to camping a large problem: how am I going to cook? When I was a kid, my family would have a fire mainly for fun, marshmellows and evening warmth, while a two burner coleman stove did the cooking. That was backcountry 4x4 camping with my dad - last year, I was faced with the prospect of cooking for myself and lugging the stove around on my back.

The first stove that caught my eye was the popular Jetboil.
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This stove was revolutionary when it came out, as the canister, stove and pot are integrated to provide ideal heat transfer. The price, however, is about $75USD, and the canisters are both small and proprietary (other canisters may not fit inside the cup). Price aside, the jetboil can bring water half a liter to a boil in 2 minutes (they say) and is really fuel efficient.

As I was reading reviews of the Jetboil, I came across a new breed of stove - the alcohol stove. These stoves operate by burning the vapor from high-concentration alcohol such as the drinkable Ethanol, fuel line cleaner like HEET, or the noxious but strong Methanol. The simplest stoves burn alcohol in a cup under a pot, which reduces the chance of clogging or failure, common with gas or mixed fuel stoves, to next to nil.

The stove I chose was the Scandinavian darling, the Trangia.
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The Trangia consists of a cup for alcohol which is lit and then vaporized into the exterior jets. I took my Trangia on one trip, but discarded it quickly, and a bit prematurely. On this trip I had neglected to take a windscreen. Windscreens, however, are essential for alcohol stoves because the flames move more slowly than gas stoves and are more easily disrupted, increasing fuel consumption and lowering the boil time. In any case, I decided to try a new, lighter, homemade stove.

Through
Mark Verber's list of recommended gear I found the Penny stove.
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The Penny goes a step further and corrects a problem common to alcohol stoves. When alcohol is vaporized too quickly, it escapes through the jets without boiling, lowering fuel efficiency. The Penny uses a novel design to counteract this - a penny covers the fuelling hole and seals the stove until boiling alcohol accumulates excessively. At that point the penny lifts due to the pressure and the gas is released slowly and burnt off, preventing fuel loss. The stove took me a couple hours to make and is constructed of a couple ridged Heineken cans.

Enough background. I took this stove on my 5 day hike through Northern Japan, and also cooked with it for 3 other days spent at campsites in towns. What a rocket! I started my trip concerned about fuel consumption because I had to boil all of my water to kill a waterborne parasite that is rare but possible in those mountains. The Penny boiled tons of water, and in about half the time -- 4 to 5 minutes -- of other alcohol stoves. Unfortunately it was a bit big for my Evernew Titanium pot and it melted the rubber covers on the handles. I am working on making another with better jet placement for my small pot. In any case, highly recommended: it weighs 19g and boils nearly as fast as clunky gas stoves.
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Bon Bon Cafe

I'd like to say I found this cafe, but I tend to stay away from French food in Japan. Japan's idea of French food is French Fries but this is my own Canadian cultural bias: we have immigrants who can share the real thing. Japanese cooks have to make a guess and cater to the Japanese palate.

In any case, I ''found'' this cafe through a coworker, who likely ''found'' it through the Lonely Planet guide for Kyoto. That she ran into the main writer for LP in Japan there makes it possible. The food is great and cheap! Lunch is from 300 to 700 yen, offering sandwiches and salads. You can eat inside in the AC or sit outside on a covered patio -- a rarity in Japan -- and look out over the river and up at the big Kanji that has been cut into the mountain side for several hundred years. Dinners are either 2000 for an entree or 1000 yen for a dish, and drinks are about 600 yen, with wine by the bottle available. Dessert runs about 500yen.

My only dislike about the place is that the menus have French dish names and Japanese explanations of the ingredients. While it was nice to be able to partially read a menu in Japan, the script describing the ingredients in Japanse was scribbly and hard to make out, so I had to guess that I knew what was in it by the French title. The waiter I spoke to did speak a bit of English, however.

Lunch is paid up front, dinner is paid at the end. Overall, a charming cafe, a fair attempt at French cuisine, and a fantastic location. Take the Keihan line to the terminus at Demachiyanagi, take exit 3, and cross the bridge. It is on the water.
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A Bold New Venture!

Sometimes things just work, just click together with auditory certainty that everything is great, as though forces beyond all control have been running this tape in reverse and have got everything lined up.

Websites are not as such. The analogy is closer to something infernal: cries of anguish, an unearthly glow of latenight keyboard-slaving, curses and sulphur. In any case, my fell creation has been born unto this world to wreak what havoc it may.

Ominous allusions aside, my intention for this site is to provide travel information for the places I visit, and anecdotal stories about my haphazard experiences, particularly in Japan. In separate sections, I will detail new lightweight hiking gear that I have tested, as well as semi-amateurish photos.

If you enjoy what you read, have comments, criticisms or additions to my information, please leave a comment: they are appreciated.
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