I’m feeling a tad schizophrenic, experiencing this place I’ve never been to before. There is a jagged line separating and uniting my known home culture and this other culture on the other side of the planet.
Join me in some pondering of things I’ve seen.
Commodore Perry! What are you doing out here on the street?
My first encounter with Commodore Perry was on a postage stamp, in a childhood philatelomaniac phase.
Recycling is so finely tuned that at home, you dispose of bottle cap and bottle separately, and if you really want to do it right, you remove the label and put it in another category. Don’t do it right? A neighbor might stop by and mention obliquely that some people in the area have been sorting incorrectly.
Bee aware or bee square.
The US has “Dollar” stores everywhere. Japan has “100 yen” stores everywhere.
Engrish abounds…here’s one for you apostrophe people.
What is it?
The latest thing in school backpacks is only 65,000 yen.
At some of the dollar stores, panda sox for your table and chair legs may be had.
Light switches have a light that turns off when the light is on, and goes on when the light is off. Very handy in the dark.
The land gets shaked and baked periodically. Japanese engineers and workers use many techniques to stabilize the earth.
We end with a grandson’s coin-balancing feats.
“See” you later.
Maybe “raise” you.
There’s an awful lot more to be seen.