I joined the joyous frenzy of flag-waving when the Emperor concluded his 80th birthday message. His majesty and the princesses left the display window, and, only then, did I realize that the flag was no longer attached to its stick.
Just so no one thinks Japan has a global monopoly on vulgar summer festivities, I am happy to show an American summer vulgarity crossed with this year’s start to the 2012 presidential race. At state fairs, like this one in Iowa, when Americans are not eating deep fried butter on a stick, they are often shoving corn dogs into their faces. Fittingly, in Japan corn dogs are referred to as “American dogs.” Combined with religious nuts, this is not only vulgar but also distasteful.
(Thanks to Ericthefez for assembling this pictorial).
This sign at the JR Nakano station really had me wondering what has happened to my beloved ward. This station, far more than the Seibu Shinjuku or Marunouchi lines, is the heartbeat that animates our local lives.
Poor Bunny is at once crying and carrying a big stick, while this bicycle is stuck in her transparent womb.
If Bunny can be violated, what could happen to us mere mortals? Should I be concerned about my safety, too?
Is this wooden object a stick or a pole? In any case, it is an essential element of Tokyo policing. I love seeing the local cop at the kabin standing guard with the wooden stick, or the more formal occasions in front of a government office.
The tool is at once simple and, most likely, ineffective against any real emergency. Yet its presence is somehow soothing to the police and the public.