April 30, 2023

Pand-ended Part 2: Petering Out

The dreaded COVID-19 pox has not been completely beaten yet and has left us with unforgettable scars. The World Health Organization (WHO) said in March that it expects to declare an end to the COVID-19 pandemic sometime in 2023. As of March 2023, there have been 765 million confirmed cases and 6.9 million confirmed deaths worldwide. These are staggering numbers, but we don't see them in the news as often anymore.

Pandemic fatigue has set in. People have become complacent, accepting a certain number of deaths as a cost of returning to normal. Even in conservative and safety-conscious Japan, masks, social distancing, and frequent handwashing have become more and more relegated to the traumatic past that nobody seems willing to think over.

"It's an individual's choice now," we are told. For me, that boiled down to building up the courage to flaunt my maskless mug on trains along with a few independent souls willing to flaunt the majority still wearing masks. It was getting hotter on the Tokyo trains, and I found the masks to be too much. I eyed other "normal" looking office workers like me not wearing masks. No other people were showing their discomfort by leaving empty seats unoccupied, nor doling out the stink-eye of disapproval. I figured, why not try going maskless? And I haven't looked back. I am now both mask-less physically and mentally. And it feels good.

Progressively Pandexcellent re-entry process in Japan
One sign of social shifts underway in Japan is the official abandonment of any kind of border controls related to the virus. Starting on April 29, passengers arriving in Japan no longer had to provide proof of vaccination or negative test results, according to media reports, as the country braces for an influx of travelers during the Golden Week holidays.

This progress took time. The re-entry process for me at Haneda Airport in February 2023 took less than an hour, a significant improvement from the convoluted testing and confirmation process that took hours in April 2022. International travel was enough of a hassle in the "early COVID" era, with visa applications, baggage rules, and the other umpteen logistical arrangements to consider. Then came the COVID tests, the border restrictions, and QR code apps that varied across countries. Untangling the rules cost untold hours scrutinizing endless pages of travel guidelines on the websites of foreign embassies. But now, in Japan, a super-simplified immigration re-entry system has evolved with the diminished viral threat.

Where are we now? We can travel. We can party. We can try and pretend the last three years never happened. But COVID-19 turned social norms upside down for three years, and there will be lingering effects. I'm hopeful that the long-term effects of the pandemic will be piddling even as we learn valuable lessons from this terrible ordeal.

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March 31, 2023

Pand-ended Part 1: Three Years Later

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It's been three years since the World Health Organization declared the COVID-19 virus a pandemic. An epidemic became a pandemic. These days in Japan it feels like the virus is no longer a threat even as the country's innately cautious culture loosens up. Still, we shouldn't forget how traumatic the past three years have been on the world.

It's important to remember that emotions don't always align with facts or objective reasoning. Feelings are not based on facts or truths. When the pandemic started, I remember my workplace was indecisive and unprepared. In March 2020, countries implemented travel and re-entry restrictions to prevent the spread of the coronavirus. Yet, the Rising Family™ decided to go to Cancun, Mexico, on our vacation. We rolled the dice. It made sense, to us, at the time. We had good times. Hindsight is 20-20. We were very lucky.

What astounds me the most is how quickly world society normalized a virus that killed nearly 7 million people in three years. Ultimately, the pandemic taught us that even in the face of a deadly pandemic, people adjusted. They faced down and accepted the very real threat of death that was outside of their control.

So far, I've received four vaccines. I walk around without a mask, uncowed by the slight chance of being infected, yet respectful of others. The vast majority of Japanese people are still wearing masks in enclosed spaces. There are lingering fears of catching COVID. Masks also help folks avoid the dreaded spring pollen allergies.

As official restrictions have lifted, self-imposed mental restrictions slowly melt away. To wit: media coverage has focused on foreign tourists returning. It's interesting to see unmasked foreign tourists in downtown Tokyo greatly outnumbered by masked locals. The Japanese government has signaled it is back to business by opening up the country again without restrictions or medical checks at border entry points. Cherry blossoms bloom. Spring brings new hope for "normalcy."

It's tempting to move on from the pandemic and willfully forget about it. But we must remember the impact the pandemic had on our lives, including grief, lifestyle changes, and social adjustments.

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March 16, 2023

The Kids Are Alright

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The above-mentioned hit song by The Who from 1965 had a deeper social meaning than the title implies. The pop tune morphed into a catch phrase, a pithy way to describe young people by older generations in the late 1960s. I chose it as the title for this post because it jibes with my opinions on the early musical tendencies of my Rising Daughters™-- and their budding interest in music.

One sign that Lady E. and the M. are developing their own distinct musical tastes is the fighting about whose smartphone gets connected to our car's Bluetooth and thus dictates what everyone hears when driving. When the sniping about whose music is best degenerates into insults I call time out and put on my 90s grunge. But we still try to be democratic about it. I think it's healthy that our daughters detest my music. Generational rebellion and clashes about music seem to be natural. And it is the foundation of the rock and roll spirit, am I right?


In February, Elena went with a friend to her first concert featuring singer/songwriter Conan Gray. An American with Japanese roots (his mom is Japanese), he got his start in TikTok and YouTube. That makes him completely invisible to this GenXer and a magnet for contemporary GenZ teens. Elena had a great time at the concert. She made a signboard that concertgoers all wave in unison at different times during the concerts. Elena missed Billie Eilish when she toured through Tokyo, but Conan was too cute, and the ticket too affordable, to pass up. Elena has started her live concert journey.

Marina is still figuring out her musical self. She has an MP3 player gifted from her grandpa. And she’ll murder me for writing this, but I believe she takes her cues from her older sis and samples whatever Lady E is listening to. I then download the songs that Marina likes. Her peer influences come from TikTok spin doctors and the brands they push, rather than word-of-mouth. Naomi prefers to keep her music and life under wraps. I mention this in passing in case anyone wonders why there is rarely content about Naomi. I am under strict orders, people.

Now, my turn. Let me tell you about my three decades of The Pixies. If you’re a fan of the band, great. If you have no idea who they are, it matters not, because what’s relevant is the symbolism of their ongoing new music offerings and me still following them in my non-mellow, late middle age. The backstory is I’ve been listening to the Pixies since the early 1990s. I immediately loved their stark guitars and bizarre, spacey lyrics. I remain a fan. That’s why I decided to go by myself to a Pixies concert last November. I have all their albums -- even the less popular ones of the last few years – and enjoyed the live concerts I’d seen in Hiroshima and Nashville. With the Pixies, there’s minimal banter between songs, they hammer out their catalogue with little deviation from the original song, and there’s usually no encore. It’s all business with Black Francis and the Pixies. I like that—no ingratiating themselves with the audience, take it or leave it.

I went for the music, not the happening. As it turned out, upon reaching the venue in Tokyo I bumped into an old colleague and his friend and enjoyed a fluky night of laughs and great music. Third time I’d seen the Pixies live; third time lucky. The band didn’t disappoint compared to the halcyon days of my youth. We have aged, yes, but the power and the aggression are still there. Thus, three great decades of the Pixies, a band I’ve been listening to my entire adult life. Who knows, maybe there will be a fourth time? Fingers crossed.

"Rock 'n' roll is a participatory sport. It ain't passive. It ain't TV. Go out there and rock 'n' roll and dance and have fun." - Steven Van Zandt.
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January 31, 2023

2022 in review

What's important about thinking through the previous year is grasping for perspective. 2022 had the usual gamut of distressing events. The war in Ukraine and violence in the news every day. Growing inflationary pressure and talk of recession. Energy scarcity fears. Omnipresent (and justifiable) gloom over climate change. The positive flipside? Last year, scientists also explained for the first time what sparked the formation of stars in the Milky Way. The Middle East hosted the FIFA World Cup for the first time, and it was peaceful and deemed a success. Babies were born. People still smiled. Let me repeat—it is about gaining perspective.

The same notion applied to the events that transpired this year involving the Rising Family™. A few lows, lots o' highs. The COVID pandemic persisted and stayed a factor in daily life. Yet, we adapted like everyone else. We even managed to travel as a family unit a few times. Lady E. graduated junior high school. M. started playing basketball on a team. Life went on, as it does, and we scooped our fair share of happy moments and evaded severe problems.

What follows are the images and the scribblings that capture the year that was 2022.


January
On her birthday, Elena was photobombed by her sister.
I like the colorful pagoda in the courtyard of this über-normal mall.


February
I get together with a group of "old boys" for day hikes in and around the Tokyo area. Just good old fashioned trash talking, moderately challenging hikes, and kickass fresh air and views.
Yes, that's Mt. Fuji in the background.


March
Here's Marina showing her displeasure with the arduous task of homework.

April
Elena on her junior high school graduation day. Due to COVID restrictions on group gatherings, only one family guest could attend. That was Naomi.

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May

Our girls are growing up and family outings to "kids' places" are fewer and fewer. But we can still take in a movie together from time-to-time. Tom Cruise flicks are a no-brainer. Here's a Japanese promo poster for "Top Gun: Maverick".


June
"When Harry Met Sally" 
Meet our two resident hamsters, Leon (The Professional) and Mochiko.


July
Naomi and I occasionally take off on day trips without the Rising Daughters. In this case, we drove to the Shasui Falls and Lake Yamanaka, not far from Mt. Fuji.


August
While visiting Hiroshima, we always go to Hamada beach for an ocean swim. It never disappoints!


September
Here's Marina playing basketball and hauling it down the court. I was pleased she finally let me watch her play. (Pre-teen parental embarrassment alert!)


October
The Wedding. We went to Canada to be part of my brother Steve-O's nuptials. The wedding ceremony and reception were wonderful. It was also nice to get some time on home ice after three years away.


November
Back in Nippon and the chill in the air says "Winter is Coming." We went to the Sagamiko Illumination Festival. It's a fiesta of Christmas lights and a nice ritual in the runup to Christmas.


December
We spent the Christmas holidays at home on staycation. Naomi and I did some urban exploring in Tokyo. This photo is from the famous Meji Shrine, which is dedicated to the deified spirits of Emperor Meiji and Empress Shoken. It's oasis of nature in the heart of Tokyo, and thousands visit this shrine after New Year's Day.

And to close, a word from our sponsor, Henry Rollins.

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December 26, 2022

Merry Christmas 2022

Well box my ears for tardiness because it's Boxing Day! A belated Merry Christmas to our family and friends reading this.

To my surprise, I was the first person up on Christmas Day. I fixed breakfast: Egg McChrisses for everyone and croissants, coffee for me and Naomi. Sufficient calories for the unwrapping to come.
Despite their pre-teen and confirmed-teen maturity, the Rising Daughters™ squealed like anklebiters and showed real enthusiasm for the Christmas stocking stuffers. Our colorful Xmas tree with ample presents underneath were further fuel for their antics. We distributed the presents in turn, as always, and joked around. Traditional Christmas music in the background came courtesy of the "Best Christmas Album in the World…Ever!" discs 1 and 2, which I had converted to digital--it's really all we need. Post-unwrapping, Lady E. and M. policed up the wrapping paper efficiently. Once that was done, we inspected our new things and gift cards. Then, relaxation time.

Before noon, we had a virtual family meetup with Dad and the crew back home. Lots of snow over there this year. Twelve degrees and sunny here…so Naomi and I went for a scooter ride to get some fresh air.

After returning home, I stormed into the potato and carrot peeling, gravy making, and prepping the roast chicken. I had even bought a special, "super cheesy" Christmas-themed tablecloth. Soon, it was dark outside and that meant Christmas Feast time. The prep and execution was good; the food and the family each did their part. Hunger and harmony aligned into a splendid evening of family time, some hijinks at the table, and basking in the moment.

In the early hours of Boxing Day, I had a second virtual family Christmas confab with the extended kinfolk back home. I was far groggier due to the perils of distant zone perils and on account of the grog I'd been imbibing earlier that evening.

Wishing everyone as much joy as you can grab this holiday season and a great year ahead.

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October 31, 2022

October was Awesome

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It's Halloween. With the swath of autumn harvest celebrations in the northern hemisphere I couldn’t begin this post without a fond nod to All Hallow's Eve. But this post is about the past month's awesomeness.
At the beginning of October, I took a Precision Business Trip (PBT) to Jakarta, Indonesia. I mention this trip not to boast, because it was all work. I don't care how I get there, though, because I will jump at every chance I get to visit a new country or place in the world. This three-day biz trip was airport→ hotel→ event→ hotel→ airport→ home. Yet it was still fantastic to experience what I could. It's the thrill of the new and that buzz never gets old. I met lovely Jakartans, ate scrumptious local food, and saw a few parts of the city. All that was awesome! Can't wait to go back and explore this lush country someday.

Next was my brother Steve-O's wedding. I flew back to Yokohama, packed up the family, and we took the hop in a Boeing 787 to the Greater Toronto Area (GTA). After several years of not visiting my home and native land due to the pandemic -- I'm tired of even typing that – we were back for the nuptials of my brother and his bride. And, you guessed it, it was an awesome family trip. Today's description is the teaser of the wedding tale and trip to come.

And I had a couple of work events that happened this month that I'd like to capture in the abstract because I am proud to be part of a team that can produce these fantastic events. On top of that, Canada is awesome, too! So much awesomeness, so little time. I will wind up this nerdy word aperitif with a promise that if you digest this wafer thin post, the main course will arrive soon…

September 29, 2022

Things I miss about Tennessee (Part 2)


The Baseball
Ah, the summer game. There were Atlanta Braves games constantly playing on the TV. I saw a few Nashville Sounds AAA games in a smaller-sized stadium with great beer and kickass sight lines. Wonderful ballparks with knowledgeable, friendly fans. Bliss.

The People 
"Southern hospitality" is no joke. Local folks are unfailingly polite and talkative with strangers. I got my small talk mojo back explaining our complicated, bicultural family history. Our next-door neighbors were sweet and conscientious people. We lived in a diverse community with plenty of residents who were "from away" like us. Generally, people would smile and wave when they recognized you. Kids wandered around the neighborhood in relative safety; someone's parent was always watching over them. It wasn't Mayberry, but it was a nice, safe place to have the girls experience the suburban North American way of life.

The Roads & The Greenery
Typing this makes me miss my motorcycle. I loved that I could hop on my trusted Kawasaki 600 bike and within five minutes I'd be on a backwoods country road with trees on both sides. Only a few other vehicles shared the pavement with me. The pleasure driving was wonderful and a welcome stress relief at times. 

Locals would complain about traffic jams…but there weren't any traffic jams! And I wallowed in day jaunts with friends from work. We'd explore the small towns outside the orbit of Nashville, often trips back in time. The pinnacle of my bike touring in the South was our trip along the Natchez Trace Parkway all the way down to Louisiana, and back. In short, unforgettable two-wheeled memories.

My work assignment neared its end. Then came the onset of the COVID-19 lockdowns. During the initial quarantine, we used the space in our house and our backyard to the max. I started remote work; the girls had no school. After getting progressively stir crazy within a few weeks, we started "family hikes." First was furtive day hikes in local city trails, then we got enough confidence to head off into the state parks. There were beautiful hiking trails. Until COVID, we never had the inclination nor the time to explore them. In a nutshell, rural Tennessee was delightful.

But there is one shockingly horrible thing about Tennessee life I must point out…
The one thing I DON'T miss about Tennessee
The food. Because it's too damn tasty, too damn much, and I couldn't stop eating it. Damn you, exquisite southern cooking. Damn you, Publix and Kroger supermarkets. Damn you, magnificent dry rub BBQ places everywhere in sight and Dairy Queen (I didn't forget you, evil purveyor of cold milky rich goodness). And double-damn you ballpark hot dogs. 
The war of the waistline was hell.

Hey, Volunteer State, thanks for the wonderful memories!