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  • How do I spell

    How do I spell relief? SHIATSU. Having a shiatsu massage transforms me. Before the session, I am made of macrame–a serties of knotted muscles. During the massage I am a lump of dough being made into thumbprint cookies. Mizuno-san uses his thumbs to press out all of my aches and pains. He closes his eyes…

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  • Eastern Japan is experiencing

    Eastern Japan is experiencing a drought. Our exceptionally hot summer followed a very dry rainy season. Although the dams and reservoirs were full six weeks ago, one of the primary reservoirs is down to half its former level. Tokyo has cut its water intake by 10%. They say that this cut won’t have any effect…

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  • At this time of

    At this time of year, mid-August, the city is abandoned. Kids are on summer vacation and families are heading off to visit their parents and relatives in their hometowns. So many of Tokyo’s residents are originally from somewhere else that Obon matsuri, the midsummer festivals to honor the spirits of ancestors, are held a month…

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  • While we were in

    While we were in China, we learned to play mahjong. We enjoyed it so much that we all bought mahjong sets. Ours came from the Number 9 Department Store in Shanghai, just down the street from our hotel. Seth and Tara bought four sets after scouring the city for just the right ones. We played…

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  • The house is quiet

    The house is quiet this morning. Our houseguests, Seth & Tara left for America yesterday. They are repatriating after six years abroad but their experience returning was less than delighful. Rude cabin attendants on the American carrier, two metal detectors at the airport, and no apologies from the staff when no rental cars or hotel…

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  • Last night as walked

    Last night as walked home, Meziane Mejdoud wobbled by on a bicycle and stopped to talk to us. He’s quite a character. Originally from Algeria, he’s lived in Japan for twenty years (“vingt ans” is what he said, actually, since we conducted our conversation in English, French and Japanese). He owns a home in Sengoku,…

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  • Vacations are great. Coming

    Vacations are great. Coming home to hundreds of messages, minor crises, and changing deadlines isn’t so fun. OIne of the joys of freelancing is a flexible and lighter workload. But returning from this vacation, I am as swamped with stuff to do as if I were a wage slave. I’m a slave, but no wages.…

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  • In eleven days we

    In eleven days we covered plenty of territory in China: Beijing; Xi’an; Chongqing; Shanghai; and countless places I’d never heard of before. I captured it all in images. 252 slides on film and 181 digital photos, to be precise. But my favorite snapshot, the one that best sums up my travel experience, isn’t one by…

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  • Beijing is a city

    Beijing is a city of fluid movements: tai chi in the shadow of the Temple of Heaven; ballroom dancing in a park; pedestrians sauntering down a shopping arcade. Traffic moves with the moment. On broad avenues bicycles, donkey carts and trolley buses share the raod with taxis and pedestrians. Nobody hurries, especially not the big…

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  • Arriving at Wansheng Theater

    Arriving at Wansheng Theater was a Neil Stephenson novel come to life. Our taxi driver pulled up in front of an old, peeling-grey, three story building. Its windows were boarded over and outside the second floor unlit neon letters spelled out “Welcome to our ACROBATICS SHOW” A middle aged man in a dingy polo shirt…

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