Showing posts with label Day 22. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Day 22. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

International Relations



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First full day in Fukuoka, and we decided to go to Hiroshima. Its a 280km trip, but the high speed trains for 300 km/h so it took about an hour. So we got more use out of our JR pass, napped in the train, and popped out in Hiroshima.

We went to Hiroshima specifically to visit the Peace Museum, unfortunately a good portion of the musuem is closed for renovations, but it was still totally worth the train ride, and the 200 yen entry fee.

We came into the daylight from the enormous trainstation/mall and the bus to the museum was about to pull away from the station. We jogged our way to the bus, and one of the bus/station employees spotted us and waved the bus down, telling us which stop to get off on.

The busdriver was also pretty cool. Anyways, the museum is on an island that has since been turned into a park.

If you didnt know Hiroshima was the site of the first bellicose use of a Nuclear Weapon. WWII was winding down, Hitler had killed himself and Nazi Germany had surrendured, the US redoubled their efforts in the Pacific, considering way to end the War in the Pacific quickly and with minimal loss of US/Allied life.

Taking the Islands in the South Pacific had been horrendous, the Japenese were tenacious defenders, and were all the more vehement in the fighting as the US approached the mainland. Okinawa was one of the hardest fought battles of the war. All of this did not bode well for the invasion of the Japenese mainlan. US planners figured it was going to cost tens of thousands of American lives, and presumed the Japenese peoplew would fight literally to the death.

Concurrently the Manhattan Project was churing out usable results, fear of the Nazi Atomic Bomb had led to a herculean effort by the US to develop the bomb first.

The growing gulf between US and Soviet interests, the difficulty of invading Japan, and justifying the expense of developing the weapons culminated in the Enola Gay and sister B-29s took off on August 5th 1945 to usher in the Atomic Age.

Hiroshima had been mostly spared of the firebombing wrought on much of Japan (see earlier entry about Osaka), given it relative intactness, industrial capacity, and use as an army depot Hiroshima was selected as the target.

The actual visual target was a bridge in the center of the city, the bomber missed the bridge by a few hundred meters, the bomb detonated at an altitude of 600m, creating a fireball over 2000 degrees C.

Conflagration enveloped the city, many thousands lost their lives instantly, many thousands more over the course of the following weeks as a result of burns and crush injuries, thousands more died of long term conditions as a result of radiation poisoning.

Ultimately this still didnt break the resolve of Japanese leadership, and another Atomic bomb was dropped on Nagasaki.

The museum is about 500m from the target point, the island that its situated on was the industrial heart of the city, and was annihilated by the second most powerful single weapon ever used in combat. THe musuem was very sobering. It was a little different from the Osaka museum, as this tossed the museumgoer right into the thick of it, turning the corner into the exhibits and being struck with a scene of a woman and 2 child mannequins, chothes and flesh in tatters, traverssing a collapsed building. From there you continue around the room observing artifacts from people living in the city, surrounding a scale of the city immediately after the dropping of the bomb.

The musuem was made up of mostly text, and artifacts from Hiroshima, another section had history and development of the atomic bombs, the science behind it the nuclear weapons and radiation, the long term effects of radiation, and finally video testimonials from people that survived the blast.

Then you went down a long hall, which skirts the building that is now closed for renovation. This was the most interesting part for me, I plan to come back sometime after 2018 when they open it up. This section had the history of further development of the bomb, proliferation, conflict between US and USSR, the various treaties and attempts to abolish nuclear weapons.

The museum was great, it really impressed the gravity of the use of nuclear weapons, providing macro examples of their capabilities, and individual stories of living and dying as a result of their use.

We wandered our way from the musuem back to the Shinkansen Station, stopping for some Indian food on the way. This was the first time i think we have been taken advantage of. The our meal should have been about 2100yen, and some how he charged us 2500. We didnt really realize until we were too far away to go back and cause a stink, so we just accepted it. Honestly we certainly ate 25USD worth of food.

Hopped another train, and was back in Fukuoka in 62 minutes. We walked to Canal city. which is an unnecessarily large mall with a waterfeature woven through it. On the way to the mall we saw the site of the Fukuoka sink hole ( https://www.google.co.jp/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&url=%23&ved=0ahUKEwiE1pfK2qrQAhULoJQKHW0RBKAQqUMIJzAD&usg=AFQjCNF1sHlk2z9QIx28jtvfnGP_UlkifA ). The mall was not particularly impressive, it was much like all the other malls, we went because we heard there was a water show in the canals throughout the mall, but we didnt end up seeing any water show.

After the mall we walked back home, stopping at a few more hobby shops and, and checked out what to do for dinner.

We decided on a Gyoza shop in a basement down the street from our hotel. THey had GREAT panfried gyoza (which is the traditional way of preparing gyoza here in Fukuoka), and really good kimchi. This place was a good appetizer for our later meal intentions.

We wanted to eat at the famed food stalls of Fukuoka. They are these semi-permanant kitchens on the street, with a half dozen stools for costumers. They have all the things necessary to prepare food, hot plates, referigerators, clean dishware, water, electricity, but they can be packed up at the end of the night, and actually disappear, only to reappear tomorrow night full of drunks and food.

They typically have ramen and Yakitory. We found one that had just that, intending to get grilled meats on a stick. around the time our grilled meats were ready a gaggle of about 10 chinese speaking businessmen rolled in, and ordered a whole bunch of food and beer. After a few minutes Keith (as we later learned) and his friend engaged us, asking us where we were from, talking about the election, and congratulating us on our honeymoon. this congratz came wth beer, they didnt let my glass go empty.

Turns our they are from Hong Kong, here representing some metal stamping/machining companies looking to get involved with Japanese businesses.

I got to ask them about how they see the relationship between China/Japan, and finally had a serious question answered; If the Japanese got their written language from China, can modern Chinese people read Modern Kanji?

Yes, they can, the HK guys were adamant, firstly they were impressed we knew of the relationship, but also assured us, that it is basically their written language, and they can figure 70% ore more of what is going on.

They had an early morning, so after clearing their beers, they left us with their leftover grilled beef tongue, and bid us goodnight.

We thanked our chef, went ot a corner store for ice creams, and went home to go to sleep.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

revolutionaries and drunkards^2




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friday, the last friday of classes, so its clearly a sweeter friday than next friday will be. class was aright, we watched the last segment of the Motorcycle Diaries, which was sad, because it was when Che realized life sucks, and only through (communist) revolution will Latin America be not shitty (as you know from history, his dreams were never realized, as he died in the basement of a campesino school at the hands of a drunkard Bolivian Army officer, in '67).

we also discussed the Olympics some, broadening our vocabulary with names for all the obscure sports, and positing who will win the most medals.

after class we wandered around that neighborhood looking for a bar with the Olympics on, for the opening ceremony. unfortunately, no matter how many times i will bitch about sitting at giant tables of 20 American kids in a bar, and how many people will agree with me exclaiming "youre right Dan, these unwieldy tables serve to isolate conversation and complicate the bill, we should indeed sit at different tables, the cliques develop at the big table anyways, you are so smart and great, and super awesome, we should always listen to you" (or something like that) we STILL WOUND UP WITH A LONG TABLE OF AMERICAN KIDS.

anyways we watched the opening ceremony on a 24 inch tv from 10m away, while the screen struggled to put us all into a seizure, drank more crappy Argentine beer, and ate peanuts and those salty fried things they always give you at bars here. we cut out to go home for dinner, hung out and planned for meeting at the Karaoke bar.

luckily this bar was in our neighborhood so we could walk there, and drink some, i never got drunk enough to sing, or dance for that matter, so i held down the fort and made sure no lil gypsy kids snuck in and stole anyones shit, unfortunately the guy who got his backpack jacked, and his phone stolen, and almost robbed again, managed to lose his jacket, with his wallet in it. so yeah, this asshat has nothing but his US passport, no jacket, no backpack, no wallet, no credit/debit cards, no cash, its actually pretty funny. he kinda put himself in the situations in which his shit got gone, so you neednt worry for my safety.

the girls in our group were the most excited to sing, and managed to turn the ENTIRE bar against us when they sang Beyonces "Single Ladies" they didnt let us up there anymore after that.

Monday, May 28, 2012

capstone flashbacks


28512 slow day, good for recovery after the weekend of travel. class today was led by a guest lecturer, who i then spoke to after class for the oral history presentation thing we gotta do later. he was an economist, undergrad for econ, masters in international trade, and PhD in European Studies, he knew what he was talking about. his lecture was probably the longest one so far, and i was willing to sit there for double that time and listen to him discuss the transition of the economy. i mean, my Capstone was about more of the political and governance transition so the econ side was interesting. i must note, the guy was an ardent Keynesian neo-liberal economist, a big proponent of the Washington consensus ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Washington_consensus ). which certainly isnt a bad thing, i think a big reason he was so happy with neo-liberalism is because it worked so well for his country. he pointed out that alot of times, transitional and developing economies dont follow all the rules set forth by the Washington Consensus, they half-ass it, and its bites them in said ass. he pointed out that the proposed Shock Therapy worked for the Czech Republic, the first few years after communism were awful, significant inflation, unemployment, restitution issues, some manipulation and abuse of the system took place, but it was all limited to the first 2-3 years. after that they were on the upswing as transitioning into the global market, they had successfully navigated through the transitional phase from a command economy to free market, and the issues through the late 90s, and 00s, were results of globalization. he pointed out that Hungary and Poland had such issues because they didnt jump in head first, they sat in the shallow end and waded in, hence they are still having economic issues (and of course being an economist, all political and social issues are thus engendered) to this day. on a personal front he said that he is very happy with the transition, in that it has afforded himself, and his students m any opportunities for learning and experience. the free market in the Czech Republic today, will help them tomorrow, smart people wont be relegated to janitorial positions as "potential enemies of the state" they will be extolled, and help to improve the nation as a whole. after that we had pancakes, real murican pancakes, with sausage patties, and bacon, and maple syrup, and an irish coffee, for dinner, it was fantastic, as you can imagine, such a heavy meal kinda made me tired, i read my happy fun time scifi book, did some laundry and perused the internets. i think ima meeting some catz for a beer or two, and then bed. i plan to finish my write up for the Under a Cruel Star assignment tomorrow afternoon. sorry for the bland update.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Sunday 24711

today we went to visit the memorial cemetery for the massacre at Srebrenica. the actual cemetery part was pretty impressive, being that there were 8000 plus marble gravestones there. it was all that i expected, the museum? portion however was not all that impressive, it was put into an old industrial building. but it was really just a cleared industrial building with a dozen pictures/plaques placed around the walls, maybe they have more stuff during normal hours?

at the time i was affected, but i feel like ive seen alot of memorial sites/museums to really fucked up events in history, that maybe i am callous to it? i mean, i have no personal connection other than a shared humanity, so now im pretty much over it. like it was certainly impressive seeing all the marked graves, and it was and is a big deal, but i feel that these things happen all to often for us to put effort into mourning, when we should be working on prevention.

anyways, on a far less somber note, Miguel and i wandered around Sarajevo some, finding this


though in recognize this actually is really somber being that that event led to the greatest war in history up to that time, and then a second, and then a clusterfuck of ethnic/national conflict for the rest of the century. so we will look at something more less saddening



buildings still scarred from the war, but that isnt really less sad either, ill try this one


a big church, arguably a primary vehicle for the instigation of violence in the Balkans, which is also sad, so sorry, i couldnt come up with something bright and cheery today.