Constitution Day

We talked about it a couple of times when we were out in Kansai, and then an off-handed comment by Junpei seconded my suspicion: in temples and shrines, which both serve a religious and historical purpose

¹ And are, presumably, both heavily invested in tourism for their fiscal survival.

¹, there seems to be a strong divide between those temples and shrines who have "figured it out" and those that haven't.

That isn't to say that there is a "right" or a "wrong" way to posture oneself (either as devout or touristy), but that there are many that haven't quite decided what they want to be and then, painfully, try to be everything.

As we wandered the sublime halls of Kennin-ji (建仁寺), Kyoto's first Zen Buddhist temple, located just south of Gion (祇園) in the Higashiyama district of Kyoto (東山区、京都), in breathy whispers laden with guilt and shame, Junpei said it most succinctly: "everything here is a replica."


Granted, the original temple (like most everything in Kyoto

² Which, singularly, is the reason it was not firebombed by the allies in WWII.

²) was founded in 1202 AD. As an active temple, Kennin-ji has been managed with great care, attempting to cultivate the grounds true to it's Zen roots while remembering to grow with an eye towards future, with new buildings added to the site in the 16th and 18th centuries.

There is never a sense in most of these temples that history remains a force of stagnation. In fact, at virtually every shrine and temple we visited

³ From Nagoya-jo to Kiyomizudera to Miyajima in Hiroshima.

³, there were large building projects dotting the landscape. Really, the Toyota museum of technology in Nagoya seemed to be the only place we went that wasn't under some form of renovation.

Rather, historical reverence and practical progress seem to go hand-in-hand in Kyoto, a place where one block you may be wandering through blinding Karaoke halls, a confusing maze of love hotels and UFO-arcades, and the next you're weaving your way through maiko-laced streets lined with sakura bunting, listening to the soft metallic clink of 5円 pieces clattering through slats into wooden offering boxes.

In 2002, for it's 800th anniversary

⁴ I'll let that sink in…

⁴, Kennin-ji celebrated by "plussing" their grounds with a breathtaking ceiling piece called "双竜図" ("Souruyuzu," or "Twin Dragons") by master painter Junsaku Koizumi (who was 77 years old at the time of completion). This piece, at a stunning 11.4 x 15.7m, was installed in the main hall, the last Rinzaishu temple in all of Japan to feature such art work.

Curiously, Masaaki Uematsu, the administrative president of the now 810 year-old temple, was quoted as saying "it looks as if the dragons have been here for more than hundreds of years."


Personally, I find this tension fascinating. Everybody agrees that the history of a place (especially a place that's older than every currently existing codified constitutional government on the face of the earth) should be preserved. But how best should it be preserved?

Exactly as it appears today? Old, like Nijo Castle (二条城) and it's outlandish Ninomaru Palace Collection of 954 original 17th and 18th century Kanou-style woodcarvings and panel paintings

⁵ If their brochure is to be believed.

⁵ that speak to a legacy of craftsmanship that continues to cast its long shadow over culture today. Or as it was intended to be seen--and used--when it was first built, like Kennin-ji, with its painstakingly manicured Circle-Triangle-Square zen garden that just oozes with a transcendence that monks must have felt after their own arduous journeys from mountain villas to the Capitol of Tranquility and Peace. A living culture that doesn't just take you back 800 years but invites you to step into timelessness

It's hard to know which model would best suit each

⁶ Except maybe in Nara where everything should probably just look old. And covered in deer poo.

⁶.

Merely that it probably shouldn't be like the Kyoto Imperial Palace, which is wracked with so much self-importance that they won't even let tourists indulge in any immersive experiences, keeping them at arm's length, allowing them to mill about the outskirts of the imperial grounds, despite the site being completely reconstituted in the late 19th century and repurposed a number of times since, once even as military headquarters during WWII.

In some instances "reproduction" is is a dark little whisper smilingly hinted about in the corners of museums amongst friends, akin to the speculative Hollywood titter of "natural" or "surgically enhanced." And this certainly was the buzzword of our tours through both the Imperial Palace and Kennin-ji, as we giddily snapped away with our cameras (a feat expressly--reverentially--forbidden in the more delicate settings of Ninomaru and Sanjusangendo [三十三間堂]

⁷ A shrine famous for its 1001 statues of the Kannon, each with their 1000 arms… though, technically, they only have 42 arms, but if you multiply that by the 25-planes-of-existence that the Kannon exists in you get a nice, even 1000.

⁷).

But it just didn't bother me at Kennin-ji.

In fact, I think I may put the fifteen minutes we spent contemplating the 潮音庭 near the top of my "would do again if I found myself back in Kyoto 9 months from now" list.

The Imperial Palace? Definitely not.

Midori no Hi

さしぶり Nick,

I'm closing in on my sixth load of laundry this weekend. Granted, in addition to washing all of the sheets you used, I decided to wash and store my duvet covers and comforters for the summer. Then again, four of those loads were certainly of the clothing variety.


Normally this wouldn't have been a remarkable story

¹ Well, normally that would be because I would really only do two loads of laundry instead of six.

¹, except that I received this ominous text early Saturday afternoon:

"We might be out of water soon. They found some poison or something."

Luckily, at that time, I was already well out of the house, having to teach an adult class in Kashiwanoha (柏の葉). Well, technically at that point I had headed out to Kashiwanoha for an early lunch and to do some shopping at LaLaPort. But that also allowed me some time to kick up some Google-dust about the issue, in between chapters of Mockingjay.

It turned out that two or three water processing plants in Chiba and Saitama and Gunma (the prefectures just north of us) discovered elevated levels of formaldehyde in the Tone River. According to one of the guys in my class, he postulated that the chemical chlorination process bonded with a pollutant from a factory up-river, producing elevated levels of formaldehyde down stream that are too high to be dealt with by mere activated-carbon treatments.

So, until the source of the contamination could be discovered (and stemmed) and levels be curbed, processing would be halted.

It wasn't more than an hour after that announcement was made than the McDonalds that I had eaten at had closed up for the day

² No お水: no おビッグマック.

² and the FamilyMart across the way had sold out of bottled water.

This left me in a lurch. I very well could have gone home to wait it out: maybe bought something microwavable at 7-11 to eat for dinner and just avoid using the toilet in my apartment… or just plan not to flush. Rather, I decided to stick around some of the malls, banking on the fact that if they were going to stay open it would be because they all have ready access to a secondary water supply.

Little known fact--well, little known to me--is that most of these new malls are built on sites called "Smart Cities." Smart Cities are built with a number of environmental issues in mind

³ Among which are Energy Optimization and Environmentally Friendly Urban Development.

³, but the most impressive of which is their eye on Emergency Sustenance.

One of Kashiwanoha's charter principles is its commitment to being a fully self-sufficient campus in the case of an emergency. The town produces its own energy, grows its own food and manages its own artesian well in the event that there is a catastrophe that severely limits any assistance from prefectural or federal governments.

Anyway, I ended up staying around Kashiwanoha and Ootakanomori for the remainder of the day, eating dinner, walking around the mall shopping for "CoolBiz" dress shirts, and even considering taking in a movie

⁴ Until I saw that they were really only showing things like "Family Tree" (The Descendants), "Terumae-Romae," and "Space Brothers," none of which were "The Avengers" or "Hunger Games."

⁴. I got home a little earlier than I would have hoped, only to hear an overly complicated set of instructions being blasted over the Municipal Public Address system:

[17:40] 北千葉浄水場では，午後 5時30分に江戸川からの取水を再開しました。柏市では午後11時前後には復旧できる見通しとなりました。なお，本日の応急給水については，水道が復旧するまで行います。

More or less, I assumed that this was talking about our water, either being reinstated or forestalled.

But, in no time (and after a little more googling), the water was back on and my dirty laundry was not the worse for wear.

It left me wondering how I would fare in the advent of an emergency, whether it was something as mildly inconvenient as "no water" for as many as two or three days, or something more drastic like "no Pepsi, all Coke," and whether I would make it to LaLaPort on foot. So I took the opportunity to check and replenish the emergency-preparedness bags and water bottles that Geoff and Mickie had installed around the house.


Oh, and sorry for not writing for the past few weeks

⁵ Nee, month.

⁵. I'll get around to those stories sooner than later. I promise. I have a "tickler" folder seven entries deep. I just haven't figured out how to work them into interesting-enough stories. Sorry. But it's time to get back to reading: Hunger Game of Thrones. A Katniss always pays her debts…