I am pleased to inform you regarding the acceptance of the proposal that you submitted for the Asian Cinema Studies Society Conference, which isto be held at the University of Hong Kong, March 18-20, 2012 (with pre- and post-conference activities on March 16, 17 and 21, 2012). Our conference committee members are very happy to have you to participate in this international conference.
this definitely makes up for the scholarship rejection
“By improving the oral dimension of foreign language education in Japan, it would help to cultivate a new generation of diplomats who were comfortable in English and who could begin to chip away at the “3-S” stereotype of Japanese diplomats abroad - silent, sleeping, and smiling. In addition, the proposed program would serve as a visible symbol of Japanese goodwill among participating countries, and it would make a small but significant dent in the “education gap” by giving more individuals from Western countries access to Japan’s educational institutions.”—David McConnell, Importing Diversity: Inside Japan’s JET Program, pg 38
sooooo many earthquakes lately. Or maybe it’s just stronger in Tokyo than it was in Karuizawa?
In Karuizawa it was kind of exciting, feeling the ground shaking under you. It didn’t feel frightening at all. But here… they last a good deal longer and the other day I found myself thinking “will this earthquake ever end?” and remembering last March. Uggh D:
On another note; at Shibuya crossing a guy was standing on top of a van, with a microphone in his hand, talking about Fukushima. He was saying something about how hard it was for his wife and daugther. In Shibuya it’s mostly young people though and everyone was heading for bars or clubs, shutting completely off; no one wants to listen to the tragedy of Fukushima.
I feel bad just thinking about it. So I’ll leave the name right here on your dash, for everyone to see and maybe (unlike the young, careless people in Shibuya) stop up think. I don’t know what to do about it, I don’t even know how to debate the subject, but I do know that it shouldn’t be forgotten or hidden.
the increased presence of earthquakes this week might mean there will be a very strong one soon, as that was the case with the Tohoku one last March.
And there is very, very little in the way of activism and civil society in Japan, as that kind of activity is associated with violent extremists. Disappointing, especially since there was such strong actions right after the earthquake. Now it’s back to normal, the only active groups with real influence being right-wing nationalists…
it’s 3 am why am I awake I have work in the morning
why did I have to realize how awesome movie making is before I had to write 12,000 words on things I care about but no longer see as the way to go to make my life better
why do these 12,000 words have to be on subjects I am woefully unqualified to discuss (immigration policy) and have to be written in a manner I am completely unfamiliar with (lots of facts, little interpretation)
how can I have so much data and not even know what to do with it
why did I let myself put all this off until now, with only a week until deadlines
why am I working so fucking hard on writing these papers that won’t matter at all (what the fuck am I going to do with them after these classes?)
how did I manage to burn out doing all of the things I don’t care about instead of accomplishing the things I came to japan to do
• Bars at the top and bottom of the structure: It may make the water closet look like a cage for a gorilla, but these apertures have critical importance. Cops can peep in near the ground to make sure there’s no more than one set of feet inside. The openings also help sound flow freely, letting pedestrians hear the grunts and splashes of the person inside and the person inside hear the footsteps and conversation of pedestrians. Nobody wants to stick around such a toilet for long.
Japanese train stations always have a bathroom, but they’re small and usually don’t have much in the way of privacy (the toilet stalls obviously close and lock, but that’s it) and they make sure you move out quickly. Granted, Japan has a (much) higher standard for civic politeness than the US, but some of Portland’s wise design decisions can be seen here.
As one of the most frustrating aspects of walking around an American city is needing a bathroom, I can only hope this catches on.
is the best possible term for “legal immigrant” I can imagine - nothing sucks the soul, the legitimacy, of legal immigration better than a bureaucracy, makes the “illegal” in “illegal immigration” seem all the sillier
“The freedom of expression is being lost. If it was earlier a matter of course in conversation to take interest in one’s partner, this is now replaced by inquiry into the price of his shoes or umbrella… Irresistibly intruding on any convivial exchange is the theme of the conditions of life, of money. What this theme involves is not so much the concerns of individuals, in which they might be able to help one another, as the overall picture. It is as if one were trapped in a theater and had to follow the events on stage whether one wanted to or not, had to make them again and again, willingly or unwillingly, the subject of one’s thought and speech.”—Walter Benjamin, “One-Way Street,” Reflections, pg 73-74
I keep getting e-mails about Arizona’s outrage relating to ethnic studies. They banned the programs, now they’re trying to ban books dealing with race. What the fuck are they really trying to accomplish?
I don’t wanna be all cliche by mentioning the Holocaust because everybody already tries to connect Nazis with everything, but the resemblance to the burning of books since the 300 BC Qin Dynasty in China, the Holocaust in Germany, Anthony Comstock’s New York Society of the Suppression of Vice, and so on; is extremely, ridiculously parallel.
Are we seriously supposed to stop reading “ethnic” books and pretend that culture never happened?
Why is it that we let history repeat itself more and more?
You can’t erase anyone’s history from the phase of the Earth, because even if we tried, what already happened, and the memories that this soil beneath the soles of our feet have accumulated are there and so will the particles of the ashes they leave behind.
Note: Sorry for not having research on this. I’m kind of on a hurry and all this is based on my own knowledge.
“The more antagonistic a person is toward the traditional order, the more inexorably he will subject his private life to the norms that he wishes to elevate as legislators of a future society. It is as if these laws, nowhere yet realized, placed him under obligation to enact them in advance at least in the confines of his own existence … thus [is] distinguished the type of the anarcho-socialist…”—Walter Benjamin, “One-Way Street,” Reflections, pg 69
“Survival in the case of the depato has evolved into an effort to increase the city&s reliance on it by saturating the city, its infrastructure, and people’s lives with free spaces, amenities, cultural and educational activities, and public services. In the process of becoming coequal with the city, the depato is, at least for the time being, transcending shopping.”—Kiwa Matsushita, “Depato,” Harvard Design School Guide to Shopping, pg 262
“Because the depato has created and sustained a high level of urban energy and activity, its decline due to the recession has had significant repercussions for the Japanese city. Shibuya, like many other subcenters, where continuous experimentation and invention of new shopping types from the 1970s to the early 1990s contributed to a dynamic urbanism of shopping, has in [the] last few years seen much of its energy drain away. The number of people visiting Shibuya gradually but steadily decreased from 1993 to 1997, and in a recent survey approximately 40 percent of visitors answered that Shibuya is boring and no longer has a unique character.”—Kiwa Matsushita, “Depato,” Harvard Design School Guide to Shopping, pg 260
“Haussmann gave himself the title of “demolition artist,” artiste démolisseur. He viewed his work as a calling, and emphasizes thsi in his memoirs. Meanwhile he estranges the Parisians from their city. They no longer feel at home there, and start to become conscious of the inhuman character of the metropolis.”—Walter Benjamin on Georges-Eugène Haussmann’s renovation of Paris, “Paris, Capital o the Nineteenth Century: Exposé 1935,” The Arcades Project, pg 12