Monday, June 17, 2013

A beautiful Mother's Day bento


A beautiful Mother's Day bento


My mother sent me photos of a gorgeous Mother’s Day bento my stepfather got for her (and for himself too of course!) yesterday. It’s from Hikagejaya, a restaurant in Hayama, a town near Kamakura in Kanagawa prefecture (where Yokohama, where my mom lives, is too). I’ve written about Hikagejaya previously; it’s one of my favorite restaurants in Japan, and their bentos are just wonderful.
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Japanese Life Bento



A Japanese Life of Bento


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Bentos are just starting to penetrate the consciousness of people outside of Japan, though judging from the growing interest in bento sites like this one and several others, it’s definitely trending up. However, the bento or obento (the more polite honorific term) in its many guises is an integral part of life in Japan. Here are the many different types of bento that a typical Japanese person might eat at different stages of life.

The Preschool Years

Pre-school institutions in Japan are nursery school (保育園 ほいくえん hoiku-en), which is for children aged about 2 to to 4, and kindergarten (幼稚園 ようちえん yoh-chi-en), for age 5 to 1st grade. Most pre-schools do not have school lunch facilities, so children are required to bring bentos for lunch. For mothers, making bentos every day for their children can be a stressful yet exciting challenge.
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Some mothers (and even a couple of fathers) knock themselves out making charaben or kyaraben (キャラ弁), those highly decorated, cute bentos that still get the lion’s share of attention outside of Japan when it comes to bentos. The most-often stated reason for charaben is to encourage picky eaters to eat their food, but I’ve always thought that their role as a creative outlet for the mothers, as well as the urge to compete against other kids’ bentos (and by extension, their mothers’ bento skills) are just as strong incentives. Every lunchtime can be a contest of sorts as to who has the cutest bento. There are also numerous formal contests that a charaben enthusiast can enter to win prizes, money and more.
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Elementary (Primary) School Years

Most elementary or primary schools (小学校 しょうがっこう shoh-gakkou) have school lunch programs, so mothers are relieved from everyday bento duty. However, bentos are still necessary for school outings (遠足 えんそく ensoku), which occur once or twice every school year. (Read about my ensoku bentos when I was a kid, which were a lot simpler than this one.)
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Another occasion when bentos are needed is the annual Sports Festival (運動会 うんどうかい undohkai). This is a school-wide event where the kids are divided into two teams, Red and White, and compete in various athletic events. Parents are supposed to attend, and at lunchtime the whole family sits somewhere within the school grounds and tucks into a big family bento. This is another opportunity for the creative bentoist to show his or her skills off.
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And of course, during summer vacation the family might go on a trip to the mountains or the seaside, with some onigiri (rice balls) or even a picnic basket.
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The High School Years (Grades

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Why Bento


            Bento veterans, tell the new people - why bento?


In my brief absence (I was trotting through parts of Japan, doing serious bento research - honest! ^_^;) I’ve noticed quite a lot of new visitors to the site again. A lot of them are coming
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Wot i Think Remember Me


Wot I Think: Remember Me



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Remember Me is a sci-fi action game from Capcom and French dev DONTNOD, and it is about doing unpleasant things to people’s memories and punching other people. Mostly punching people, to be honest. Let’s see I can totally recall what I thought of it.
 
I know exactly what you’re thinking. You’re thinking “‘Remember Me’ refers to this Capcom action game’s plot and theme, concerning the technological manipulation, trade and abuse of memories in futuristic France.” You are incorrect. It actually refers to trying to remember lots of button combinations. The subtitle was originally going to be “No? Then you’re going to be rubbish at this game.” Check Capcom’s United States Patent and Trademark Office registration for this game, you’ll see.
Yes, this is one of those proverbial games of two halves. One half is punching, which I’ll come back to in a bit. The other half, on paper the most compelling to me and I suspect to a fair few of you, concerns dark science-fictional memory hacking in Neo-Paris. Remember Me sort of gestures broadly towards concepts of what memory, and with it identity, really means, especially when any memory can be altered, and has some fun depicting a society wherein the wealthy are hooked on being able to relive memories of positive experiences (primarily sex, as well as that hormonal condition you humans call ‘love’) on demand, while the memory-harvested poor are murderous, babble-spouting ghouls living in slums and sewers.
It’s very much a classical science fiction high concept – what if you could buy someone else’s memories? – but if you’re hoping for a homage to 80s camp, I’m afraid it’s a lot more like Colin Farrell Total Recall 2012 than Arnie Total Recall. An 80s sci-fi touchstone whose influence is very much apparent is Blade Runner – pan-ethnic fusion culture, giant light-billboards, metropolitan ultra-sprawl and the juxtaposition of gleaming high-tech with urban squalor and ruin. Very nice to look at indeed, and like BioShock: Infinite it’s one of those games where the artists look to have been free to indulge themselves, but in both plot and tone it does feel like it’s a collection of hoary old sci-fi tropes bolted together and then painted in particularly shiny colours.
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Advertisement extend in to urban space


Useful Billboards? Advertisements Extend Into Urban Space
smart ideas for smarter cities awning billboard
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ENDLESS VACATION





Endless Vacation


r , to remove all the frustration!



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LOVE POEM


A Hymn To Christ At The Author's Last Going Into Germany

In what torn ship soever I embark,
That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark;
What sea soever swallow me, that flood
Shall be to me an emblem of thy blood;
Though thou with clouds of anger do disguise
Thy face, yet through that mask I know those eyes,
Which, though they turn away sometimes,
They never will despise.

I sacrifice this Island unto thee,
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