For 23 years an old couple in Sangenjaya have been grilling taiyaki, okonomiyaki and takoyaki. I especially like the cream taiyaki  (which is filled with custard).

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Another story worth reading and comparing with ones own experiences to see if there are any similarities with little Hans’.

The Happy Prince By Oscar Wilde

27 of October 2008

It’s lovely little story that will delight both children and adults. And it is very short, which is a good thing too. What’s more, it is simply written, making it even more enjoyable.

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I have used all three of these private train lines quite a bit. Of them all I think the Keio Line is the best, mainly because it is less crowded and more reasonably priced than the other two. Recently we went to Kugayama (Keio) from Saginuma (Tokyu) Thursday. It took one hour.

Big Boy Again

23 of October 2008

Big Boy is a good place to get your daily vegetables, because they have a Sizzler-like salad bar. The salad bar, in fact, was the main drawcard for me. Though something, an imagined obligation, also got me to order a main dish, grilled chicken:

With drink bar the  total price of Y1386 (a little expensive for someone unemployed as myself, I think).

Though the primal urge to gluttonize was sated, the overall experience was not particularly memorable.

Lunch At Big Boy

22 of October 2008

Today’s lunch was at a restaurant called ‘Big Boy’ near the Tomei Expressway. Here is the restaurant mascot out front:

Big Boy is a chain restaurant from America, according to a friend. He reckons he has seen them in California. There is one in Noborito near his old house, too, he said.

At Big Boy the menu is mainly beef steaks, and they call attention to the fact that all the beef served is from Australia. The big sign out front of the restaurant says:

100% BEEF 120%  DELICIOUSNESS

120% Deliciousness?…hmmm…

Blue Sky Green Grub Day

21 of October 2008

The sky was blue and cloudless today. On my way to lunch I spied something green crossing the road very slowly:

It was a bright green grub with a giant spear on its head like a unicorn. I maneuvered him onto a Y10000 bill and took him across the road before any car could squash him. Then I released him into the thick foliage I assumed was his intended destination.

On my way back from lunch (mabo tofu and rice at Bamiyan with drink bar for Y965) about 20 minutes later, I looked for him. But by then he had made himself scarce. I hope he makes it and turns into a butterfly.

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This is a classic ’scener’ - there is no hard news, just a cobbling together of man-on-the-street quotes with a dash of pseudo profundity. I think sceners are a recognized genre of journalism, along with features and news analysis. They are much more about entertaining than a hard news story, don’t you think?
As an aside, isn’t it great to live in an era where a story reported from Thailand and edited in New York is read by me, in Japan. :)
October 20, 2008

Beyond the Current Crisis, Thai Tensions Run Deep

BANGKOK — Bangkok was on edge this weekend after the army chief told the prime minister on national television that he must resign and the prime minister — in office for just a month — said he was too busy to step down.

The demand by the army chief, Gen. Anupong Paochinda, came Thursday, when he blamed the government for a violent crackdown on protesters and said, “You cannot be above the pools of blood.”

His words raised worries of a military coup. But Prime Minister Somchai Wongsawat brushed them aside, saying on Friday that he still had a job to do, and he turned his attention to Thailand’s other, simultaneous crisis, the threat of a border war with Cambodia.

Pressure has grown in Thailand since protesters barricaded the prime minister’s office compound nearly two months ago, leading the government to conduct its business in Bangkok’s former international airport.

As the demonstrations continue, the divisions in society seem to be deepening, and the mood seems more confrontational and angry.

On the surface, Bangkok appears unruffled. Office workers crowd the lunchtime food stalls, monks make their morning rounds, traffic sits and waits for the long red lights to change. Monsoon rains sweep through the city, then stop.

But dozens of interviews around the city in recent days, as well as in the countryside, suggest that even if the political confrontation is resolved, the underlying social and political tensions are likely to continue.

“The country is split right down the middle,” said Wiriya Sungkhaniyom, an editor and translator. “I’m surprised at all the passion. I didn’t realize that we were capable of such strong feelings. We are known for having short memories and prefer to go along and get along.”

In a culture that prizes calm and accommodation, where even drivers in traffic jams rarely honk their horns, people are speaking more vehemently these days — and in louder voices — and they are showing less tolerance for opposing views.

“If you aren’t with them, you’re bad — you’re a bad person,” said a woman at a music shop who was furious with the demonstrators. “Whatever the other side does, even the littlest thing, is just wrong, wrong, wrong. I hate them.”

She said she was afraid to give her name because “they think they can do anything. They think they are above the law.”

A colleague tried to quiet her, but she only raised her voice. “I have a friend, a friend of more than 20 years, she doesn’t talk to me,” she said. “She says, ‘You don’t know anything!’ ”

At the moment, there seems to be no clear resolution of the political crisis or of divisions like this one.

General Anupong has said he does not want to stage a coup because it would only create new problems. Other possible options seem no more likely to bring peace: the prime minister’s resignation, a new election or a violent showdown in the streets between the antigovernment protesters and a new, threatening mobilization of government supporters who have gathered not far away.

The suppression by the police of an antigovernment demonstration outside Parliament on Oct. 7 at which two people were killed and nearly 500 were injured has only swelled the anger of the protesters and given them a symbolic focus.

In its broadest sense, Thailand’s struggle pits the mostly rural poor against an established urban elite and middle class who feel threatened by their rising political power.

The leaders of the protests, an antigovernment coalition called the People’s Alliance for Democracy, represent that establishment. But the protests have become a vehicle for a variety of grievances, and the city at large has fragmented into bitterly divided camps.

The issues are personalized, pitting supporters of former Prime Minister Thaksin Shinawatra against his opponents. Mr. Thaksin was ousted in a coup two years ago but remains a powerful, polarizing force from his self-imposed exile in London.

During six years in office, Mr. Thaksin courted the rural poor with populist policies and forged a strong political base that continues to keep his supporters in office. The People’s Alliance for Democracy wants to dilute their electoral power by introducing a mostly appointed legislature.

As the fault lines of confrontation spread through the city, they grow more complex, fragmenting campuses and workplaces, straining friendships and dividing families, and even sometimes turning husbands and wives against one other.

“You have to be careful when you talk to people,” said Samran Chana, 43, a motorcycle taxi driver who is used to talking with everybody. “Thailand is divided. You might be sitting and drinking with some people, and they end up shouting at each other.”

Duan Maringrot, 57, owner of the Louk Pla Noodle Shop, which is on a narrow lane near the business district, says she closes every day at 4 p.m. to attend the demonstration.

Behind the cash register she keeps a shirt that is yellow — the color that represents the king — a plastic clapper to cheer the speeches and a yellow headband that reads, in English, “I love the king.”

If she hears a customer taking the government’s side, she said, “I won’t sell anything to them, and if anyone from the government comes in I won’t serve them.”

In the past when crises descended into bloodshed, the highly revered monarch, King Bhumibol Adulyadej, stepped forward to calm the turmoil. He has no direct political role, but his moral power is enough to bring protest leaders and generals crawling to his feet.

Several people said they were counting on his intervention, if things worsened, to return the country to peace.

“At the end he’ll have to step in and say something,” said Charupa Suthikorn, 40, who owns a toy shop, as she petted a fluffy Pomeranian. “I am waiting to see how he will resolve this. If there is real violence, the king will have to do something.

“It’s like a father looking after his children,” she said. “ ‘I want it like this.’ ‘No, I want it my way.’ If the children don’t stop arguing, the father will have to step in.”

So far, the king has remained silent.

Copyright 2008 The New York Times Company

NB. The story is reproduced in full here for educational purposes.
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I bought the ingredients from Tokyu supermarket in front of Saginuma station last night to cook for dinner. But I got sleepy earlier than usual and decided to skip dinner.

Of course, when I woke up I was famished; I decided to have it all for breakfast. The only thing I added was salt and pepper. I was pleased with the result; it was tasty. Total cost 260 yen.

The Chicken (called Hasami in Japanese) From Tokyu Before Cooking:

There is a batting center in Sangenjaya. It is very old and you get there by climbing a wobbly metal spiral staircase, something akin to climbing the mast of a ship. It’s an unnerving experience to say the least.

Once you get to the top, it is just batting and lots of fun. I tried the 85km/hr gig, the slowest of the three speeds — 95km/hr and 100km/hr are the other two. But despite being the speed for beginners, I could barely manage to connect. :( There was a strong Japanese girl there who made many hits. This really put me in my place.

I grew up with cricket, where you swing the bat in an entirely different way. Maybe that is why I was hopeless.

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