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I guess it's one of those things that I never really thought about, but if I had thought about it, it would have made sense that such a process exists. I'm referring to the Drop Test. No, it doesn't involve an eye-dropper or litmus paper or any of that. The Drop Test is something that the PVC statues we make go through. When the toy is in the process of being manufactured at the factory, but before it's ready to ship, we take a couple of samples of the toy and the packaging we plan to use (box, blister pack, packing included) and give it a check to make sure everything is good. Part of this check is the Drop Test, where you hold the box with the statue inside at about chest level, let go, and watch as it hits the floor, then pick it up and do it again. And again, trying to get it to land on different sides of the box and at different angles, so see if the packaging will reasonably protect the statue inside. The statue is then checked for any breakage or scuff marks/rubbing from the blister and sides of the box. I've not had the chance to perform the drop test myself, but I always find it a bit funny to see other people dropping the box repeatedly.
I've also only seen this done with the PVC statues. The polystone/resin statues need a bit more care than that. Indeed, they come packed in styrofoam rather than just a little plastic blister as the PVC statues do.
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Recently I read the book (on Kindle) Moonwalking with Einstein, a book about a reporter who covered a memory championship and got sucked into that world, going on to win the US tournament a year later. I found it entertaining with a few very interesting bits about the current reigning theories of how our memories work and why they seem to fail us sometimes. There was a small bit about our perceptions of time that got me thinking... to paraphrase and summarize from a section of the book (which I don't have right in front of me at the moment, so any errors or misinterpretations are entirely my fault), a big part of the reason you can remember so many specific things vividly from your childhood over a large period of time that seemed to last forever (the entire period of your childhood, not specific "time flies when your having fun" stuff. More along the lines of "that summer seemed to last forever") as compared to nowadays when you look at the calendar and think "Holy crap, it's already mid-March? Wasn't it just December yesterday?" is a matter of routines vs. new experiences. Memories get tied to other bits of input, and when you're a kid, there's so much new stuff that all the memories get tied to. Now, you've been working the same job for how long, with the same routine, with a bunch of stuff that doesn't change all that much, and it all kind of blurs together. A couple posts back, I mentioned I was getting a little bored of the routine, and needed to get out more often. Taking the above into consideration, I realize it's not so much "get out more" in a social sense as a "break the routine you've fallen into" sort of thing. Because even the things you like doing can start to get stale if you don't mix it up a bit sometimes. And luckily, I've had a few chances to do some very different stuff recently. First off, I was invited to wear the Darth Maul costume again for the advanced screening of Star Wars Episode I in 3D in Japan. As this was a semi-official event, I opted to go for the better rendition of the character by foregoing the bald cap and shaving my head. Hair will re-grow and it gives me a good reason to break out the hats anyway. One of my co-workers came along and took some photos, which were just posted in the company blog. I've not translated the Japanese into English yet (I do that for practice sometimes, though it doesn't get posted anywhere afterward), so you're on your own with funky online translation, but you can check out the photos of the event here, which includes a couple of in-progress makeup shots for those of you who are interested in that sort of thing. And for those of you who ARE interested in that sort of thing, I tried a new method of horns this time. Previously, I'd made them out of clay and spirit gummed them to my head, which worked out ok. This time around, I had some lighter weight horns that are still solid to the touch (as opposed to latex rubber horns that you can buy). They don't have much of a base to them, though, so straight spirit gum attachment wasn't an option. I did apply them with spirit gum first, then also applied a layer of cotton to both the bottom edges of the horns and my head. That was followed with a bit of liquid latex to cover the cotton and blend the seams. They worked out extremely well. The video is as yet unedited, but I got some video of me taking the horns off, and you can see that they were in no danger of being knocked off by a slight bump, as the clay horns had been. I hope to get the video up before too long. The event itself was quite fun. Lots of people wanted their photo taken with Darth Maul (as well as with all of the members of the 501st in their costumes. I will be officially joining the 501st soon, just need a couple bits and pieces to make the costume more screen accurate), so it was a crowd pleaser. I also met and spoke with a couple of Japanese celebreties and George Lucas's daughter, Amanda. It went so well, that I've also been asked to do it again for three more events. Unfortunately, two of the events occur on the same day, so I can only make two out of the three. But for the events I will be making it to... well, it's kind of a big deal, I think. Along with the other festivities going on, Carrie Fisher (Princess Leia, for you Star Wars illiterates out there who, let's be honest, are probably not reading this) and Jake Lloyd (who played Anakin Skywalker as a boy in Episode I) will be coming for a signing. I may also be making my way back from one of the events on the train in costume. I figure that should be fun. Last weekend, my regular Sunday Japanese sword class was cancelled. Luckily, it was the same weekend that a certain festival was going in in Takao, a few stops down the train line from me, so I made my way out to Takao and toured the temple up on Mt. Takao first, enjoying the statuary of all the Tengu (Japanese demon-spirit type things). There were quite a few representations of two different types of Tengu, the long nosed Tengu and the Raven-like Tengu (coincidentally, the next book I was reading on Kindle was a book about corvids, the family of crows and ravens, which I finished on the way back from Takao). After walking the mountain trails for a while, I rode the chair lift back down the mountain and attended the Hiwatari Festival. Hiwatari, by the way, means "Fire walking". You can check out the Tengu photos and a few shots of the lead-up to the firewalking here. I did do the fire-walking myself, as well, though since I went on my own, I had nobody to hold the camera for me to make any photographic proof. And fire-walking is a bit of a misnomer. There were rows of burning stuff on either side, but the bits where you walked between them was naught but ash at that point. Anyone who's jumped over a campfire has run higher risks. Still, it's not everyday you can say you participated in a bit of fire-walking. ( Takao Temple's website with events page, scroll down to the bottom for the fire-walking) One thing that's always made me laugh a bit at some of the fire-walking rituals I've heard tell of is the phrase "white hot coals" that they walk across. In my experience, coals that are white are coals that have burned out leaving ash behind. Now, if people were walking over red hot coals, I might be impressed. All the smoke and burning bits in photos I've seen of people walking over coals was coming from the sides of the row of coals, where there are still some bits burning, not from the middle where they're walking. So, yeah, I think maybe those would qualify as breaking up the routine a bit. Now to keep finding more things to do after the Darth Maul appearances that are coming up... Tags: darth maul, fire walking, star wars
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I didn't get around to writing anything about it a couple weeks ago, so due to a swirly-whirly timey-whimey thing, you get the post now. Back at the end of November, a few of us from work finally had that BBQ we'd been thinking about most of the summer, but rain, weekend events, and other things just kept pushing it back. We managed to hit a sunny day, though the air was still a bit on the cool side at the top of the small mountain the BBQ area was at, it was still a pretty good day for a BBQ. Among my co-workers is one Who I shall not give his real name at the moment. He's the only person I know Who wears a necktie to a BBQ, apparently because BBQ neckties are cool. It's just his personal style. In some ways, I get sort of a Dr. Who vibe from him, though he was unfamiliar with the show when I asked him. Still, I can't help but feel that this is what a Japanese Dr. Who might look like if they were to remake the new series in Japan. He's quite a humerous individual as well.  I also like his socks.  I'm not sure why, but the BBQ/Campground had a Paddington Bear theme going on. Maybe Yogi and Pooh had other contract obligations?  Although I did think their sign identifying the shower room was pretty funny:  I brought some Marshmallows, chocolate, and cookies (can't find graham crackers here, but I've found some biscuit cookies that work fairly well as a substitute) for S'mores. I think they taste good, but that name has always just made the hair on the back of my neck stand up like listening to nails on a chalkboard, and I'm not sure why. I've just never liked the name "S'mores". Additionally, I brought some apples and other supplies... I cored the apples to just a little ways before the bottom, making a small cup-like cylinder in the middle which I stuffed with butter and brown sugar. After wrapping them in tinfoil, I stuck them in the BBQ coals for 15 minutes or so, then let them sit for a bit after taking them out. They were a hit. One of these days, I'll hunt down some cinammon and add it to the mix without telling anyone. Japanese people claim they don't like cinammon, but my former co-worker/boss used to make some apple cinammon stuff that for school parties that everyone always said they loved, so I figure I can sneak it in on them. I'd also brought some frisbees and such, but it wasn't the best area for it, so they went unused. Maybe next summer. I didn not bring the dog. For one thing, it would have been a pain to bring her on the train in her kennel/box/carrier along with all the other stuff I had. For another, one of my co-workers is Chinese, and anytime she's seen a photo of my dog, she's jokingly said that the dog looks delicious, so I just said that I didn't bring her because I was afraid she'd be eaten. I would be labelled a racist for that if my Chinese co-worker hadn't made the joke first, and repeatedly.
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December is sneaking by on me. Maybe that's because it doesn't feel like December to me. After spending most of my life in places where December meant large snowbanks and sub-zero temperatures for nearly 6 months out of the year, Tokyo's winter feels like late Fall to me. Some of the trees are still dropping leaves, though most of them are on the bare side now. There was a bit of rain the other day that if you looked closely, you could see a few snowflakes mixed in. When I take the dog out for the early morning walk, some of the puddles have had a thin layer of ice on them. But winter? No, doesn't feel like winter. And I don't mind, not at all. Sure, the skiing, snowmobiling, and occasional snowball fight might be fun, but I can do without the shoveling snow, slippery sidewalks and roads, the increase in contagious diseases because everyone stays crammed in together with windows closed. When I was very young, I caught pneumonia. For most of my childhood, winter meant almost constant coughing as I cycled from cold to bronchitis to pneumonia and back again, with the occasional bout of influenza or sinus infection as well. Things improved slightly moving into adulthood, but I still caught colds far too frequently and found them hard to shake- my cough would often last for over a month. So the thought of a mild (by comparison) winter? I can live with that. Miss the snow, I will not.
Of course, that also means that things I usually associate with winter are not present. My birthday's coming up, and it doesn't feel like it should be. Same with Christmas and New Years, though I've gotten used to a subdued Christmas in Japan anyway. As a kid, I really liked Christmas. Hey, presents, days off school, candy canes, and such? Awesome. I didn't like the fact that my birthday was 8 days before Christmas, though. Combination birthday/Christmas presents, so I can't open my birthday present until Christmas? Yeah, sucked donkey butt. Everyone so busy with Christmas shopping that even my parents would often not have a birthday present for me when I got up and went to school (almost invariably on the last day of school before Christmas break, so we'd have the class Christmas parties), and I'd find one of my Christmas presents on the table waiting for me when I got home. See aforementioned donkey. Oh, yeah, and if anyone sends me a combination Birthday/Christmas card (a very select few people can get away with doing that, because I know they're doing it as a joke), I'm dropping it straight into the fires of Mordor. I suppose there are worse times to have a birthday than near Christmas, though. I read an article about a woman whose birthday is the same day JFK was shot. During the time she was growing up, that would be the equivalent of a kid these days having a birthday on September 11th. Having your birthday on the anniversary of a major tragic event that puts your entire nation into a state of mourning and remembrance must make for a crappy birthday.
So anyway... I had to milk it a little bit when I got an email from my father asking if he should order the books on my Amazon wishlist for me for my birthday so that they'll actually get to me before my birthday. In mock surprise, I said "wait... people actually get presents BEFORE their birthday?????". As most of the items on the list were Kindle e-books, and Amazon emailed me to let me know I could download them, I have them on my Kindle now. The funny thing is I'm busy enough with work, and have been quadrupling my Japanese study and review time lately to the point where I won't be able to even look at most of them until after my birthday anyway. Maybe even after Christmas... though I did start reading one of them last night, until I couldn't keep my bleary eyes open any longer (which means I got through about 5 min. Lots of studying lately).
Plans for Christmas. At this point, none, really. It's a Sunday, so I'll most likely be going to the Iaido class and going out to dinner with the group afterward. Typical Sunday for me, though we'll probably do something extra at dinner like have a cake or something as well. Christmas cake is a big thing here. Almost as big as getting KFC. I think I've written about that before, a few years back. It's not just KFC that's busy, really it's anyplace that sells chicken, but I believe it's KFC's biggest day of the year here. I suppose there's a small chance I may have something going on on Christmas Eve, depending on how things develop...
I stopped in at a bar I've been to a few times not far from the apartment, but hadn't been to recently due to time and cash constraints (off to NY and Italy via work, buying the sword). I'd been there perhaps a half dozen times in the 8 months I've been here. Most of the times I've stopped in, it's been pretty slow but the staff are friendly and I can get a little Japanese practice in. This time around, they were fairly packed, and seated me next to a woman who has just started studying English. We met up there again the next week, and have exchanged the occasional e-mail. Now, I'm not really pushing for anything here- I've seen enough of the "dating for free English practice" I've been there and back again. Now, I'd much rather take my time and know for sure where it's going, should anything develop in that direction. But for now, things are uninvolved and entanglement free, and it's nice to have someone to just talk to in Japanese outside of work as her English level is very low, basically beginner level, which means we speak a lot of Japanese. So maybe we'll do something Christmas Eve, maybe not. Christmas is sort of a couples dating Holiday here for those who don't have families with kids, and I'm not sure I want to go there yet.
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I wasn't planning to write anything more on zombies any time soon. It's just that they've come up in an email conversation recently... A couple of weeks ago, I went to watch a tameshigiri/Iaido tournament. Tameshigiri is practice cutting on rolled up tatami with a sword. Well, technically there are several things that can be used; I've seen other people practice cutting with old plastic bottles, rolls of paper (not cutting rolled up paper, but cutting the trailing end of rolled paper. Resistance is futile... err... minimal, but it will show you the direction of your cut and will not cut well if your line of attack is off from the orientation of the edge of the blade) but the rolled up tatami mats are common here. I sent an email to a friend of mine to the effect that I was at the tournament, with about 40 competitors who are all very practiced at cutting things with swords. We decided it was one of the best places to be if the Zombie Apocalypse were to happen. Maybe not as good as a sharpshooter competition at first, but those guys will run out of ammo eventually. My friend, by the way, was participating in a marathon later that day, mentioning that there were going to be a lot of people there a lot faster than he is. One of the worst places to be during a zombie apocalypse? At a marathon where the fastest runner is patient zero. This got me thinking about some of the best and worst places to be during a zombie outbreak. I took a quick look, and there are several lists out there for both floating around the internet. While I don't agree with all of them, there are enough lists I don't feel the need to add to them. A lot of it really depends on what type of zombie outbreak you're looking at, too. There's the classic zombie; undead, actually continuing to decay with bits of flesh sloughing off. With this type of outbreak, really you'd just need to hole up somewhere safe for a few days, most likely. No, really. It's that continuing decomposition bit. A body exposed to the elements will deteriorate fairly quickly to the point where continued movement is impossible. Assuming a rapid initial outbreak, you'd just have to sit safe somewhere (or stay far enough ahead on the run) until the the hordes decompose past functionality, then be careful of 2nd or 3rd generation victims a bit longer. Major threat, over fairly quickly. Hole up someplace that can be secured with a enough supplies to last you a few days. Shopping mall might be ok, depending on whether you can keep the zombies outside. Zombies that don't continue to decay, but just keep going? Ok, now you're looking at long term survival issues. See my other zombie posts for detailed tips, but you probably want to get somewhere away from the major population centers where you can set up an ongoing food and water supply. Non traditional zombies. Maybe these shouldn't be classified in the zombie category at all: I'm thinking along the lines of some sort of rage virus that turns people into violently aggressive crazed lunatics. I'm thinking of situations like Miranda and the creation of the Reavers in Firefly/Serenity, more obscure but recent Joss Whedon work like Epitaph I and II in Dollhouse, or apparently Black Friday shoppers judging by some of the news reports I've seen. Seriously, you people are Christmas shopping and acting like this? A woman pepper spraying a bunch of other shoppers, fistfights, and shootings? Yeah, those fit right in with the spirit of the season. This type of non-zombie zombie outbreak? Get away from the mall. Get far, far away. Tags: christmas, joss whedon, zombie
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Got back yesterday from a company trip to Italy. We spent a couple of days in Florence, then a couple of days in Rome. I'd been to both before, about 20 years back when I was on a study abroad program in England I traveled through continental Europe over the long Christmas/New Years break. I'd liked Florence quite a bit back then, but had run afoul of things being closed for the Christmas holiday while in Rome and was unable to do much other than view things from the outside. I looked back at my journal (old notebook journal, not this here newfangled livejournal thing) for the time I was in Italy back then. There was a comment to the effect that I'd like to come back someday when things would be open, and to have enough money to stay in something better than the cheap youth hostels and backpacker places I'd been in, and to be able to eat in better restaurants than just the cheap standing room only stalls. This time around, I was staying at much better places than I'd be able to on my own, and most of our meals were arranged ahead of time and in restaurants I'd likely not feel able to afford. This time around, most of the days were fairly heavily scheduled with tours as well, so free time was limited. I did get to see some of the places that had been closed the last time I was there, however. Being the only westerner on a Japanese tour group created some interesting moments. A few times, getting on various buses or entering restaurants, museums, and such, the people working there had to verify that yes, I was part of this group. I also got a few odd looks from other tourists, seeing this one white person following along the tour leader with the rest of these Japanese people following like a row of ducks following their mother. As our tours were conducted entirely in Japanese, I wasn't able to follow all of it; they went a bit faster than I could follow completely, and when viewing art and statues, there's a bit of terminology that native speakers would recognize that you just don't learn studying casual and business Japanese. But, I'm getting better, slowly. One good thing about having a guide walk us through the museum was that they could point out some of the more historically famous/important stuff. Downside was I couldn't always stop to look at something that I found interesting regardless of the history behind it. One night we went to a jazz club after dinner. I'm not a complete stranger to Jazz, though I don't listen to it much. I even took a Jazz studies class back in my University days- one of those liberal arts credit requirements. So while I'm hardly one to speak on it's merits, being far from an expert, I like to think I'm at least a small step above being a complete ignoramus. Still, they were halfway through their first set before I stopped wondering when they were going to finish warming up and actually play some songs. I know there's some improv involved, but shouldn't they all at least be playing the same song? It felt like they were all fairly skillful musicians, they just weren't playing together well, trying to shine their own spotlight all the time. I mentioned above that most of our time was scheduled by the group tours and such, though there was a bit of free time. While in Rome, I had a bit of downtime and thought I should do something more than just take a nap at the hotel (jet lag and all, I believe it was an 11 hour or so time difference, so tiredness is understandable), and had to wonder "Well, I'm here. What would the Romans do?" Also, while walking around Rome, there is statuary everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. While I wasn't afraid they would start moving or anything, I couldn't help but hear a little voice in the back of my brain saying "Don't blink". Thank you Dr. Who. Last time I was in Florence, I'd had my pocket picked. Luckily, I'd only had about $20 worth on me. This time around, no such problems. I also didn't see any of the pickpockets at work around heavy tourist areas like the Coliseum in Rome, where I had watched them at work a little bit last time. They must have cracked down on that a bit. I really liked a statue of Perseus slaying Medusa that I saw in Florence. When I was 9 or so, I found a book of Greek mythology in the school library, and the stories of Perseus were among my favorites (though Theseus and the Minotaur was my absolute favorite). I remember checking that book out several times and re-reading it over and over. I did have to wonder one thing about the statue, though. I mean I realize where it comes from (representing an ideal, an understanding of anatomy, sometimes used to stress a place or position in society, etc) due to some art history I've read, and I'm not hung up on this aspect of it, but... why was the statue of Perseus nude but for a helmet, sword belt, and winged shoes? Did he get up that morning and run through his checklist: "Medusa slaying day. Strap on my sword, put on my helmet, grab my winged sandals and my mirrored shield, take off my pants..." Of course, I'm being a bit silly here. He probably would've been wearing a tunic, not pants. Personally, I figure you're heading out to slay some beasts, you want a bit of armor. Slight digression, but it leads back in... I have a dog. My dog sheds, so regardless of running my clothes through the washing machine, shaking them out, brushing them down, and such, my clothes have quite a bit of dog hair on them. I thought I'd brushed down my clothes fairly well before packing them, but I noticed my T-shirts and sweatshirt still had quite a bit of dog hair on them when I took them out of the suitcase. Which means that at some point, some of that hair fell off or got brushed off while I was walking around in Italy. It's quite likely that my dog has now shed in the Sistine Chapel, when I sat down on one of the benches lining the walls. I had actually been able to see part of the Sistine Chapel last time I was in Rome, but it was in the process of going through restoration, so about half of it had been covered, so it was nice to be able to see the whole thing, regardless of my dog shedding there from half the world away. Or the guards who kept reminding the crowds of people there to view it to be silent every few minutes. At least they weren't patrolling for dog hair. Speaking of the dog, anyone who says animals don't have feelings has never dropped a dog off at the pet hotel. We've done this a couple of times now, so she knew I would be walking out without her when the staff took hold of her leash. I should've brought a video camera; the look on her face and her body language could be used as dictionary definitions for sadness. I should also videotape the next time I pick her up from there again. As far as I know, my next trip won't be until February, when I'm likely to be going to NY for work again. On our first evening in Rome, we had the option to go to an Opera dinner, which about half of the people on the trip went for. I was among those who passed on this. Opera has never held much appeal for me. Though I might like the sets or the costumes, the spectacle of a full opera, and I enjoy some of the music, it's a style of singing that doesn't appeal to me. I prefer The Rabbit of Seville or What's Opera, Doc to real opera. Instead, the 12 or so of us who opted out of the Opera dinner went to a pasta restaurant our tour guide knew of, which turned out to be my favorite restaurant of the tour. Afterward, we went on an informal walking tour of Rome which was a lot more open with free form discussion of what we were seeing with very informal question and answer type stuff rather than the typical Japanese guided tour. One of the buildings she pointed out as having been built nearly 2000 years ago just didn't seem right to me. Looking at the defenses built into the walls and the style of turrets of the Castel Sant Angelo, I thought it had to have been built later, or at the very least added on to later (the 1400s or later), which upon reading the signs outside the Castel the next morning (I'd not seen them the night before) turns out to be the case. This night tour also turned out to be one of my favorite parts of the trip. Okay, enough typing for now. Photos from the trip (I don't take that many photos, lately. I really should start taking more) can be found at http://www.flickr.com/photos/green-saber/sets/72157627978140801/. The statue of Perseus, mentioned above, is there. I also kind of like one someone shot of me in front of the Coliseum. It's the Superman shirt that makes it cool. Tags: italy
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Weapons, Martial Arts, and Zombies. Quite some time ago (about 2.5 years, actually) I wrote an article for a fictitious series of Zombie Preparedness travel guide articles. I say “fictitious series” because it was always intended as a one-off tongue in cheek piece. About the same time, I had the idea for a special topics class for a martial arts school/dojo for Zombie Self Defense (meaning defense against Zombies, not teaching Zombies how to defend themselves better. We wouldn’t want that, now would we?) as a sort of fun Halloween time extra lesson. The idea was to offer some real self-defense tactics and training that could be applied to a potentially real self-defense situation, but to include some bits geared specifically toward the Zombie, perhaps even expand it to a defense against supernatural creatures in general. As I’m not in a position where I’m involved in teaching martial arts anymore, that idea didn’t really go anywhere. What follows are some thoughts that would have made their way into the class, or perhaps served as introductory notes or an appendix to the class. ( Read more... )Tags: zombie
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I'd probably just give him indigestion anyway This photo was taken at the Trick Art Museum in Odaiba, Tokyo. Clicking on the photo should bring you to my flickr page, where there are more photos from the trip there. The Trick Art museum was a pretty fun little exhibit. Despite what it may look like in the photo, the artwork is completely flat. In this case, it's painted on the floor and two sides of the wall, and I'm basically sitting in the corner, but the shadows and such are painted in such a way that it gives the illusion that I'm sitting inside this lamp monster's mouth. It's not too hard to make out the corners of the floor and the wall, but it's a little more difficult to see the line where the two walls meet, and that bit on the floor really does look like it's coming up in front of my shoe, but again it's a flat painting on the floor. They had a lot of really good pieces there. There was another room that looked like it had a mirror on one wall, but was in fact two rooms built in mirror image (down to some writing in a framed photo written backwards in one room) with a large open window frame in between. They had a couple that involve a room being painted upside down, with me laying on the floor. Flip the photo, and it looks like I'm clinging to the ceiling. This photo gives the trick away- it'll be fine once I crop it a little:  Go ahead and click to go to the flickr page, or check out the museums website (linked above). There are some fun shots there. And keep in mind, there are real 3D model bits sticking out of the pictures- everything is painted flat; benches, umbrellas, hands, all of it. Tags: art, japan, tokyo, trick art
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