On the 7th of January, you are supposed to eat some rice porridge made with 7 Japanese herbs. I always forget about it, and always wanted to try making it. Happened across said 7 herbs for sale at the supermarket the night before, so hey, why not.
Here is what they look like. If you care what they are, google will tell you.
Chop them up.
Cook in your rice cooker on the porridge setting.
It was awful. Tasted like rice with... herbs. Its supposed to be easy to digest.
Later I added carrots and some chicken bouillon cubes, then topped it with a drizzle of chili oil. And it was good.
If you've been reading my blog for the past 4.5 years, you know I have an interest in Japanese subcultures. I tend not to write about anything I don't photograph, hence the lack of bike gang posts. I can't be riding the motorcycle with a big SLR in hand, snapping shots. One post that comes to mind is here.
Bosozoku are a kind of Japanese bike gang who ride around on heavily modified classic Japanese bikes. They.... damn, just watch this video:
I first read about the Sayonara Speed Tribes project a few years back. I kept it bookmarked, but like most indie films, progress was under a long development. Then, completely randomly, a friend of mine, a translator for the movie industry, invited me to a barbecue and there was Jamie Morris, director of this movie that I had been anticipating. Tokyo is small like that. We became Facebook friends and all that jazz, and I got the inside scoop on the movie.
The project is nearing completion, and they are looking for some help with backing. If you are interested in this sort of thing, hit up their kickstart campaign, some sort of fund raising site:
And leave a comment here if you do. If at least 3 people from this site donate, I'll drive down to Enoshima and make my own post about Bosozoku. Find out what ramen shops they hang out at or something random. Everyone wins!
My 2010 resolutions were twofold. First, drink a lot. Never turn down an invitation. Imbibe heavily. I managed to have a splendid time accomplishing this goal. Good times not fit for writing on the internet were had.
The second resolution was to only read Japanese manga. I'm not much of a reader as it is, maybe I could read one regular novel in a couple of months. I figured I could work my way through a couple series of whatever manga someone recommended me and improve my Japanese ability in the process. I failed this resolution entirely. I didn't read more than a couple pages of some random comics in the relaxation room of a hot spring resort.
But I did read a bunch of non-fiction about organized crime in Japan. Check em out!
McMafia is a worldwide history of organized crime in modern times. From the Russian mafia in Israel to the Nigerian internet scammers, it covers a lot. Of course, it talks a bit about Japan, focusing on how the Yakuza manipulated a lot of the real estate economy and committed some fairly light crimes.
This was a difficult book for me to read. To be honest, I have a problem with books that have a lot of unusual-sounding people's names. Not a problem like I don't like the book, but a problem like I can't follow whats going on. The 100 pages of Harry Potter that I read gave me the same headache. Dumble-who now? If you can follow this sort of thing, enjoy. There are some photos in the middle in reference to key players, so you can use that as a reference.
This book was left at my apartment when I first moved to Japan. All about this one old Yakuza guy who lived during the early ages of modern Yakuza times. Back when they just ran gambling parlors and organized festival food stalls. In other words, kind of boring. The highlight was that he went to a VD clinic in Kawagoe, where I used to live.
The book has an air of "the good ol' days" throughout.
I had very high hopes for this one. It tells the story of Nick Zapetti, an American who stuck around after the war to engage himself in exploiting the situation. He eventually opened a very successful pizza shop that, the the authors opinion, pretty much created Roppongi. In doing so, he became known as the King of Roppongi. The American with a hold on one of the most seedy parts of Tokyo.
But all in all Zapetti's life came off as a bit lame. White guys bragging about their exploits in Japan, especially Roppongi, is a constant in this country, and I find that most people who are quick to talk are also quick to embellish the truth. I get the same feeling from Zapetti, and in the end he just seems like a dude with a popular restaurant who ended up shagging a few Japanese girls and getting screwed over in the business world.
That's not to say this book is without merits. In the backdrop of one man's story is the greater story of post war corruption, underground economy, and some crazy characters. The book brings to light just how the US influenced Japan into becoming what it is today. Gangsters, politicians, and big business melded together into the powerful, yet often corrupt system in place today.
The side story about Rikidozan is rad, and much more historically significant than that of the main character. Rikidozan, of Korean descent, became probably the most famous Japanese pro wrestler ever. What he accomplished in wrestling is nothing compared to what he did for national pride. Ask any Japanese person over 60 years old, and they will most likely have some fond memories of watching him fight off evil American wrestlers in the ring.
I'd been following Jake Adelstein's blog over at the Japan Subculture Research Center for quite some time. Working on the police beat for the Yomiuri newspaper, he developed relationships with both police and criminals. Always searching for the scoop, he uncovered a deal between the head of the Goto-gumi and the FBI. Basically, for some information, Tadamasu Goto was secretly whisked away to the States and put on the top of UCLA's liver transplant list, which is pretty sketchy. Adelstein became a marked man after he went public with his discovery.
I though that Adelstein's first book would focus on that story alone. Instead, it is an account of his whole life on the beat. And it's amazing. The chapters are as varied in emotions as they are in topics. One chapter speaks of his affairs with hostess girls, the next about a serial killer who feeds his victims to his exotic animals, and the next details the daily life of reporters in Japan.
As far as Yakuza stuff, this book is full of it. Some truly evil sounding stuff goes down, and Jake is right there to catch it.
Of course, Alex Kerr's famous account of everything that is wrong with Japan includes bits and pieces about the Japanese mafia. Everyone who is interested in Japan should read this book, but only after they have lived here for a bit. Seriously, it's depressing. But the whole time, you're like, "Shit, dude is totally right."
I know there are some other Yakuza books out there, but they look more like research papers to me. I'd rather just get my "facts" from old Miike movies