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Fishing With Akihiko                                

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Near Hakone, Kanagawa

    In the middle of Lake Ashi near the beautiful tourist town of Hakone, Akihiko and I are aboard
a small open boat with an outboard engine. Few people know that Lake Ashi is actually a volcanic crater.
Extinct I hope! Yes I think it is.  Fuji is not and looks very beautiful from here.  Her foggy brilliance belying
her danger and power.  An earthquake in this region would set her fiery bowels aflame, hurtling boulder size
volcanic rock and debris for kilometres around and causing the evacuation of the Canadian-like city of
Gotemba.  Gotemba, is the Abbotsford, BC of Japan. The people of Gotemba don't seem to know
this though, but someone should tell them. It is interesting how other places can remind you so
much of home at times.  I am brought back from by daydream by Akihiko.

"Today we are fishing for salmon," he informs me.
"I think you mean trout don't you?"
"No salmon, they put salmon in this lake, "he corrects.
Apparently the sports fisherman like fishing for salmon, so salmon were added to Lake Ashi.  I'm not sure
if this is a good idea environmentally, but the fishermen seem happy about it.  I end the day with a sunburn,
but enjoy the sight of the water and the forest.

In Tanzawa

    It is sunrise on a Sunday morning and Akihiko picks me up, bleary eyed from my one room apartment.
It is a beautiful day, and I enjoy the drive through the woods surrounding Atsugi in Kanagawa Prefecture.
The narrow, winding road takes us through a forest filled with large, leafy trees.  I finally lose my
sense of being in such a crowded country.  We could be in Canada or in the European countryside.
We finally round a bend and down in a small, rocky valley is the river.

    My feelings of being alone in the Japanese countryside are soon dashed as it looks as though everyone in Tokyo
has gotten there first. There are clearly demarcated pools with numbers clearly painted on the rocks
to delineate which pool each group has been assigned to.  This isn't exactly what I had imagined to
be fishing in Japan, but I decide to make the best of it.  Akihiko turns to me as we get to pool
E-13 and says, "The fish will come at 9 o'clock."  I laugh heartily.  Akihiko can be such a card at times.
But at 9 o'clock a large green dump truck rolls up to E-13 and the driver gets out.  Papers are signed and
the fish are poured into pool E-13.  I am astounded. Akihiko wasn't joking. This is fishing in Japan--atleast one
kind of fishing.

    Our excited compatriots, all friends and colleagues of Akihiko, eagerly start "fishing."
Some of the fish are caught and released again into our pool. But as the morning goes on, more and more
are caught and put on the barbecue. "Today we are fishing for salmon," Akihiko kids me.  And they are small
salmon.

    I decide to try out my slowly improving Japanese on one of Akihiko's hapless friends.  I think I have said,
"I used to fish in Canada too." But the woman's reaction is rather strange-- she moves away from me.  Akihiko informs
me that I said, "In Canada I used to be a pick-pocket too."  I stare over at my conversation partner and she
is checking the contents of her wallet.  Fearing the police will show up at E-13 at any moment, I tell Mariko
what I had meant to say.  She stills seems wary, so I decide to go back and talk to the fish.  They are safer;
though they move away from me too.

Kevin Burns
 
 


Japan Living
                   Japan Living
 

          Japan is the last place to go to study "Global Citizenship" . It's a
 country where facing the truth about anything is taboo.   Hide the
 facts and statistics, and everyone is blissfully satisfied.
 Massage the longevity figures so that people will think they are
 living longer, even though a large percentage of the population
 still smoke quite heavily (some behind closed doors), and salt is
consumed in high quantities.
        Tell them they are special because they eat rotting or reconstituted
soya beans  in different forms, instead of fresh vegetables or
 fruit.    Give them any food that still has it's natural fresh
 taste, and they will hunt high and low for soy sauce, or ginger with
 which to "flavour" it .
           "Cute" means a way for the men to maintain their power
 over the women.  Keep them like children then they can be
 controlled.   Make them think it's good to be childish and emit high
 pitched giggles even when they are fifty years old.
             The average Japanese person has a good salary yet has
 one of the lowest domestic standards of living amongst any of the
 civilized countries, although perhaps it's not fair to call Japan
 completely civilized.   By the way, the hot summer is not the only
 problem in Japan.  In winter, anywhere North of Tokyo is freezing.
 They have no central heating and just hover over a smelly oil heater
 which they have to fill every day, or huddle together with their
 feet in a hole in the floor in which is a "half bar" electric
 fire.        Their working conditions are grim. They live in great
 fear of their senior colleagues and usually take only a few days of
 their official holidays because they worry about their image.   Oh
 yes, "image" is very important in Japan, but anything goes if you
 can do it without getting caught in the act.   Wear a disguise to go
 to a "love" hotel with someone else's wife or husband, that's fine.
 But don't hold hands with any of the opposite sex in the street !
            Sadly the Japanese have been misfits for many
 centuries, mostly of their own making because they wanted to remain
 seemingly  "special", but one hopes the youth will change all that
now that they can travel more easily.
      Yes the culture shock for them is to realize just how pathetic
 things are in their own country after they have been brainwashed
 into thinking Japan was best.  Soseki the famous Japanese writer had
the same experience in London in the early 1900's. He was extremely
 shocked and depressed to see that London even then was far in
 advance of Tokyo in terms of living standards, after he had always
been told to the contrary.
               How do I know all this ? I lived and worked in Japan.
 I married a Japanese woman, but thank God, she was already aware of
 the grotesque lifestyle being lived there,  and we are now happy to
 live in another country.  Japanese friends visit us and are never
 the same again. Their "bubble" is burst and they become unwilling
 discontented citizens of their own world back home.    No, the
 Japanese are not Global Citizens by any stretch of the
imagination.       However, if you want to study "Isolated
Communities", then do go to Japan.  After which,  you will really
appreciate your own country.

An Observer
Techniques@binternet.com 

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The Land of the Rising Gas
by Kevin "Methane"Burns


    Few people stop to think much about it when they fart. Unless it happens on a crowded elevator,
then everyone thinks about it.  You may not have pondered the fact that there are over 400
different kinds of gas in one human fart, and Japanese of course are no exception.  Japanese routinely
let them rip to the tune of 80 million litres of fart gas every day of the year.  I haven`t even
included hot air bags like Tokyo Governor Ishihara either!  If all the people in the world could be
synchronized via the internet to buff on cue, they would emit 4.2 billion litres of butt gas,
 and that would fill 3.5 Tokyo Domes.  Not a pretty picture I know.  Just think of the Dome`s
maintenance staff!  

    I have often thought that my friend Doug`s expellations were particularly putrid, but no!  According
to research, Japanese young women expel especially smelly ones these days due to constipation.  Half
of the young women of Japan are afflicted.  Doctors point to dieting as the culprit in this case.  Dieting
leads to a loss of muscle tissue in general, and loose stomach muscles in particular, which in turn leads
to constipation, and farts that would make even Doug blush!  

    Help you gasp! I`m dating a Japanese woman, what should I do? Is there anything that can be done,
 Kev?  Unfortunately, I am at a loss and it isn`t only dieting that make some elevators smell like
Kawasaki. It is also because the Western diet has found popularity among Japanese palets.  
Simply put, Japanese are eating more meat.  

    Indeed, the fast paced lifestyle of Japan leads to increased stress, and worsens one`s intestinal
condition.  Perhaps because of this busy lifestyle, people don`t have as much time to exercise.  Without
regular exercise, we aren`t regular, and our bowels don`t move smoothly (extend and shrink well--as one
Tokyo doctor, a proctologist I presume, was quoted as saying).

    One shocking part of the study revealed that if you try to prevent a fart, it will actually get you
in more trouble and could affect your love life! If you refuse to fluff one (as my Uncle Stan used to say),
then the gas is absorbed into your blood and travels to your lungs. Then it comes out of your mouth,
smelling just as terrible.  Let one rip before you exchange lips with your special someone I like to say.
It is a shame when couples break up over mouth farts.  It wasn`t that garlic your partner ate the night
before.

    This problem isn`t purely a Japanese one of course, it also takes place in space.  After a fatal
accident involving Apollo 1, NASA was forced to re-evaluate their safety measures.  The accident
involved gas and some at NASA suggested that even one fart might have caused the calamity. They
started their analysis at that point.  Finding that farts contain methane, they proved that farts can
burn.  Herman, my boy scout buddy regularly proved that on camp outs, but that`s another story.

    NASA analysed many farts and found that some do not include methane. It depended on what the
farter had eaten.  Eating carbohydrates tends to produce a methane based fart, while eating meat or
space food that is meat based, produces an expellation that is methane free or low in methane.
This tends to cause the fartee (or recipient of the fart) to do a severe space gag, and possibly knock
one of the controls out of whack. This of course could lead to a serious  accident.  

    The drawback to all of these findings was, that low carbohydrate space food doesn`t produce the
dreaded methane fart, but does produce a fart like Doug`s.  In space, no one can hear you fart!  But they
can sure as hell smell a fart after some gaseous Neil Armstrong has had his ration of low carb space food.
It stinks up the whole lunar module man!  No wonder few astronauts ever opted for a second mission and
everyone wanted to go for a space walk!  Japanese astronaut Mamoru Mouri, who served on the Space
Shuttle remarked that when someone farts in space it doesn`t dissipate, "...it becum rump of gasu travelling
through space shuttle. Sometime it strike fellow astronaut nose. Honto ni kusai!"  (It smells just
terrible,") he related. "It often happen in shuttle, but feeling is mutual," he finalized.

So there you have it, let`s be careful out there; and as my father saw on a Scottish grave stone:

"Aire we be, let wind blow free."


by Kevin Burns
at great personal risk

(Researched by T. Yamaki under much duress)

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    Yoshida enraged, leaves the room.  He comes back carrying a large can of kerosene.  The cap is already off,
and Tanaka, his back turned, is showered with the foul smelling liquid.  He gets up, but Yoshida is ready and gives
him a huge push.  Tanaka falls over backwards, smashing into a large kerosene heater, in his rage he gets up, not
realizing at first why he feels so warm.  He's a walking fireball! Flames rip into his skin, yet he is coherent, "Get
the women and children out!" he shouts still standing.  The stench of kerosene and burning flesh fills the room.
The truck drivers do as told, getting the women and children to safety.  Tanaka's own wife and children stare
in horror before being ushered out by the  truck drivers. No one tries to save Tanaka; this burning ember of humanity
gone wrong, a symbol of how far some people will take a fight to win.

    Tanaka had thought it would just be a fist fight.   "I'll finish it tonight!" he had confidently told his wife.  The
dispute had been going on for months.  He and Yoshida just didn't like each other.  A joke to close to the mark
here, a barbed word there, and a push sometimes.  Tanaka thought the worst he would experience was a black eye
or maybe a few broken bones, if Yoshida got the better of him.  It didn't end there.

    If it hadn't been so shocking and tragic it would have been front page news, but in honour of the family's wishes
and perhaps Japan's image as a safe country, it was put on the back pages.  Yoshida claims it was an accident.

    Yoshida and Tanaka worked for a deliver or (takubin) company.  Their constant bickering had split the local
Tokyo branch into two camps.  When one steps back for a moment, it is amazing what people will do to each other--
how far they are willing to go.  You never really know who you are dealing with.  Tanaka knew now, but of
course it was too late.

    In the days following his brutal death, Tanaka's wife remained catatonic.  The children having no one willing to
take care of them remain in an orphanage.   What went wrong? Why do we value each other so little at times?

    I'll tell you one thing.  The next time I get a dirty look from someone, I'll look the other way and remember
Tanaka.  Tanaka's tragedy reminds me that my little ones are much more important than winning any petty fight.
I want to see them grow up, and be there for them.

Kevin Burns

This is based on a true story, but the names have been changed.

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