Strong, incisive, and definitely opinionated, Yuichi Yamamoto is where I go to get perspectives on Japan. I may not always agree, but I am always impressed. The Japanese media, unfortunately, don't carry his brand of analysis.
- Gordon G. Chang
Gordon G. Chang is known as the author of an
insightful and courageous book titled The Coming Collapse of China (Random House, 2001).
Saturday, October 11 2014 @ 08:13 AM CDT
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
WELCOME TO THE WORLD'S MOST UNPLEASANT WEBSITE.
OUR GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS PRACTICE HERE, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING. BEWARE NO ONE CAN DO THE THINKING ON YOUR BEHALF. [People would ask me,] "Haven't you ever felt that you had to be quick, quick, quick, that time was short? Do you think you're immortal?" I would answer ..... "That's it, I think I'm immortal." .... I had killed myself in advance because only the deceased enjoy immortality. I had taken precautions against accidental death, that was all. - From Les Mots (The Words) by Jean-Paul Sartre (English translation by Bernard Frechtman)
You always say there's no point in discussing the life-and-death issue. Some of you even think it's tasteless to touch on it, especially in public, because it's purely a personal matter like urination. But why then can't you just shut up, or stop thinking aloud, in the face of the demise of your friend or relative, or when your doctor diagnosed you with a life-threatening illness as if your thought or experience isn't worth sharing?
In my humble opinion, as long as you show vital signs, however weak they might be, you can't avoid talking about it because life can be looked at only in the light of death, just like death can be dealt with only from the perspective of life.
The un-PC part of the IQ scale
Seven years ago I bought the permanent leasehold for a secular burial site on a hilltop in Gunma Prefecture
When I was young, I took many achievement tests and some aptitude tests. But I've never had my intelligence quotient measured in my lifetime. So I can't tell exactly, but it's quite evident from the results of the tests I've taken, my IQ was below 100. That means now I am a moron, at best, with my intelligence further deteriorating as I grew old.
For most of my lifetime I've had to study perhaps 10-times harder than you smart guys to overcome my intellectual impairment. To that end I've read 10-times as many books as you've read, including literature on specific areas of expertise such as business administration and the computer.
Not that I've loved reading. I was, and still remain, an extremely lazy person, Even worse, I've been afflicted with serious attention deficit disorder. This has made it impossible for me to become a real bookworm in my lifetime.
As a result, my way of reading books had to be very different from yours, and still remains so today,
I often skipped a paragraph or two every time I turned a page, or sometimes skipped a page or two every time I moved on to the next chapter. Whenever I did so, I filled in the gap with my own imagination, and claimed at the end that I read it.
I'm almost inclined to say this is the most creative way of reading books. Now as a blogger, I normally assume very few people read my post word for word. And perhaps this is why I boldify, italicize, and underline so many words.
In schools I seldom resorted to cheating simply because I was still a chickenhearted boy. But after starting to work, I grew bold. Cheating was sometimes inevitable for the survival of a dull-witted youth like me.
For a six-month period from October 1963, I was attending "IBM Sales School" as a trainee. There were five phases in our course and at the end of each phase we had to take a test on computer programming by COBOL, FORTRAN and Assembler. And we were told if we failed in a test, that's it, we would be fired right away,
I still remember sneaking, with some fellow trainees, into the training center located in downtown Tokyo to steal the question sheet for the test scheduled for the next morning, after killing time until midnight at a nearby coffee shop. In those days, security wasn't as tight as it is today even in a technology company. Not a single surveillance camera was in place. The only thing thieves like us had to do was to show the old night guard the ID cards, whether or not they were counterfeit. And the drawers of the instructor's desk remained unlocked.
In short I was the worst type of student who had great difficulty swallowing, let alone digesting, any idea taught second-hand by the teacher. As a matter of fact I failed in practically all entrance exams I took at the ages of 6, 12, 15, 18, 19 and 23.
The test I took when applying for a position at Japan's subsidiary of IBM at the age of 27 was the first one I passed on my own. I think it was just a fluke that I was one of the 2-dozen guys who passed the screening exam and the subsequent interview from among the capacity crowd of applicants packing the huge auditorium of Tokyo's Sophia University.
But when it came to learning through real-life experience, the intellectually-impaired man, that I was, looked like a caught fish returned to the water. After serving out a sentence of 16-years in classroom which was torturing to say the least. or boring at best, I was far better motivated because now I could set my own goal and decide how to pursue it all by myself. This way I got everything given to me and some things prohibited to me.
This is not to say, however, that I seldom made mistakes. On the contrary, I made a lot of them, though they were mostly "smart mistakes," because it's as hard as forecasting the course and velocity of a typhoon to predict what action or reaction to expect from an unprincipled pseudo-Christian, pseudo-Buddhist or fake atheist. The behavior of those who can't think using their own brains is always predictably unpredictable.
Seven years ago I purchased the "inalienable permanent leasehold" on a secular burial site for my deceased parents at the top of a hill in Gunma Prefecture. If I include the transportation cost for the urns containing ashes of my parents from a "Buddhist" temple in Tokyo, and other related expenses, it cost me more than a fortune.
From the beginning I'd had no intention to have my ashes buried there alongside my parents'. But I simply assumed my sons, together with their wives and children, would join their paternal grandparents according to the Japanese tradition. But now it seems they don't know, themselves, where to have their ashes buried. That would be OK with me unless their plan was to vegetate for an indefinite period of time. Actually there are signs that they assume they are immortal.
When I found out my investment in the hilltop grave turned out to be a total waste of time and money, I virtually disowned them. I wasn't a parent who was particularly demanding of his children. At any point in their formative years I didn't try to mold them in any way as my father had tried on me. I just wanted to prevent them from being molded by Soka Gakkai or any other cult because I knew they wouldn't grow into a mature men if their spontaneity, which is the only enabler of creative attitude toward life, was nipped in the bud.
My way of letting them know they were now disowned was to tell them they should never look for my corpse, and they should refuse to comply if and when the police bring it along and order them to incinerate it and bury the ashes in a designated place. It's not really likely these law-abiding guys will adhere to my wish, but I don't really care how they will act when I vanish. That won't make a bit of difference to the dead one.
For better or for worse, this is how I became what I am. For all these years of ups and downs with two divorces and disownment of two prematurely grown-up sons in between, I've learned and relearned from my real-life experience how to find the stream of the Styx on my map.
Despite all these mistakes, now I know creativity is everything that really counts either in business or personal life. It's your creative mind that keeps you on this side of the stream. The moment you lose it, you'll be on the other shore.
However, it's an unfounded belief that the Styx is always a river of no return. You sometimes come back from there, if only to cross it again for good at a later point in time. This is why some of you sometimes feel death is at the very core of life. Death and life, therefore, are inclusive of each other, and the former doesn't give a meaning to the latter, or vice versa.
In short, life isn't the prelude to the glory of death and death isn't the grand finale of life filled with much ado about nothing.
To be more specific about creative mind, nothing creates it; it creates itself when innate spontaneity and acquired discipline meet in a person. Actually it actualizes itself in two steps. At first it dissociates itself from the established link, and then gets re-associated to create a new link.
This should also mean that like tango, it takes two or more to be creative. A potentially creative idea becomes actually creative only when it's shared with someone else. I know an uncreative person will never understand this, even when his IQ is on the high side. He is so much in love with himself that he constantly mistakes an absurd illusion in his head for something of real value.
In the same book from which I've quoted a passage at the top of this post, my philosophy teacher also wrote since his father died when he was 2-years-old, he "had no Superego" and that made it relatively easy for him to commit a symbolic, or simulated, suicide to "become completely posthumous."
He added: if his father had lived longer, "he would have lain on me at full length and would have crushed me." But actually, thanks to his father's short-lived life, "I, the dead one, did not love myself."
Fortunately or unfortunately, I didn't have to kill myself in advance. My father lived much longer, and taught his poorly gifted offspring to learn things in the most painstaking and ineffective way. But the result was no different: I ceased to love myself when I was still a child. This saved me from becoming one of those self-important narcissists or self-deprecating eunuchs I see everywhere these days.
When I retired at the age of 70, I took another big decision of life: I decided to opt out of
Japan's medical cartel, which is formed by doctors, medical schools, pharmaceutical companies, medical equipment manufacturers, the Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare, the media and the 127-million gullible people. I opted out of it, totally and for good, because essentially it's an integral part of what the late Chalmers Johnson called Japan-particular "cartels of the mind."
Now I know death is always a solo business. I'm getting more or less prepared for an unaccompanied, undisturbed, solitary death.
In the last paragraphs of my favorite whodunit Playback written by Raymond Chandler, the private dick receives a long-distance call from Paris. In the middle of the conversation with the lady calling from France, the line suddenly goes dead. And soon afterward the lawyer who has hired him for a criminal case calls him.
"His voice rose to a sharp crackle. 'I demand a full report from you at once. Otherwise I'll see that you get bounced off your license.' 'I have a suggestion for you, Mr. Umney. Why don't you go kiss a duck?' There were sounds of strangled fury as I hung up on him. Almost immediately the telephone started to ring again. I hardly heard it. The air was full of music."
My final death will be just yet another moment I've experienced time and again in my 78-year life. Because I know very well there is absolutely nothing new in it, except it's final, I'm sure I won't find it worth sharing with anyone.
But until the day before the last, my telephone will keep ringing because these un-assimilated young Japanese ladies want me to re-experience the creative moments we shared amid this pandemic of premature senility and juvenile dementia.
Recently one of the regulars of my website warned me that I'd gone too far with this "hair-splitting" discussion, and I should get back to my "core competence of showing us how to avoid criminals in office and media."
I didn't suggest he go kiss a duck. But once again I was surprised to know Americans don't understand there's no such thing as a political issue, or a media issue. What's really at issue is always their own brains which can be seriously afflicted with the refractory mental illness.
It's none of my business. Yet I'm afraid your telephone will also be ringing every couple of weeks until I fall into my big sleep. There are some more things I want to share with you about this hair-splitting life-and-death topic - unless you explicitly unsubscribe from me in time, that is. · read more (54 words)
Wednesday, October 01 2014 @ 01:33 AM CDT
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
OUR GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS PRACTICE HERE, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING. BEWARE NO ONE CAN DO THE THINKING ON YOUR BEHALF. A heavily intoxicated man always insists he is as sober as a judge. And a psychopath, almost by definition, doesn't doubt his sanity for a split second. Likewise, one who suffers the mental illness that I call premature senility never admits he is just shuffling information purely on an ear-to-mouth basis. - From my own post dated September 23
LEFT: Wandering around aimlessly in the sate of near-fugue CENTER: Karuta is believed to have a magical power RIGHT: Feeling cured by the Karuta therapy
These days religious cults are pervasive on both sides of the Pacific, and in the rest of the world, perhaps to a lesser degree. Given this climate, it can't really be helped if most of you belong to one or two of them, or even more. Yet it's regrettable that you are strongly discouraged, if not prohibited, by your guru(s) from using your own brain.
Aside from the likes of Alef, formerly known as Aum Supreme Truth (Japanese version of Peoples Temple,) there are a wide range of cults subtly legitimized under the guise of harmless groups. They include the Tennoist cult at the top of this pseudo-secular nation, the powerful Soka Gakkai, innumerable "Buddhist" sects, and the truth-seeking cabal headed by a disguised conspirator named Benjamin Fulford - if you exclude those technology-driven cults such as Apple, Google and Microsoft.
For most of my adulthood, I've struggled to distance myself from these fanatics as much as practicably possible, but often to no avail. How should I have dealt with the situation when I found out my ex-wife, her parents and siblings had all become avid believers in the poisonous superstition Soka Gakkai kept spreading as it's still doing today, and were constantly trying to proselytize my biological sons who were still in their formative years?
A conversation I had with one of these cultists typically went like this:
Cultist: "Listen, we have the supreme truth with us." Me: "Show me the evidence?" Cultist: "As you can see in this booklet, the famous Mr. So- and-So endorses our belief." (These days I would be shown a website, instead.) Me: "Just because someone endorses it doesn't make it evidence." Cultist: "Don't be silly. It's not only him. There are thousands and thousands of respectable people behind us." Me: "If you accumulate tons of fake evidence, that doesn't make it authentic." Cultist: "You are an impossible nutter. Pity for your kids."
Actually it's a pity for me, too. Now it seems to me we are all granted the inviolable right to BELIEVE in whatever we want to believe. The only thing prohibited to us is to THINK.
As I've said many times before, these cultists are NOT psychos. Neither are they indoctrinated by psychos. They have brainwashed THEMSELVES by strictly avoiding the use of their own brains.
For an amputee it's not totally impossible to overcome his handicap if he has the courage to face up to the fact that he is one-legged, or legless. But when it comes to a person whose ability for creative thinking has been amputated, that's it: he will never realize he has a serious problem inside.
As I explained in my post dealing with the issue of premature senility, it's the lack of creative mind that causes dementia, either senile or juvenile. It can never be the other way around. So it's turning the causal relationship upside down to say the disease disables your ability to think creatively. And you can't cure a disease without knowing its cause.
To make the issue even more complicated, it always takes two or more, to be creative. This makes dementia a highly infectious disease.
So if there is a cure for the mental illness, the key to finding it is to know how to build a creative relationship with someone or something.
According to a report released earlier this year by Japan's National Police Agency, within recent 12 months, 10,322 sufferers of Ninchisho (dementia) went missing in the state of fugue, i.e. dissociative amnesia, formerly called psychogenic amnesia. (They never distinguish amnesia from dementia.)
Needless to say, this is a gross understatement. What if a missing person had been living alone, or the spouse failed to report the incident to the police because he or she was also afflicted with the same illness? And equally important, what if the missing person was under the age of 65? In this country tailed shrinks take it for granted there's no such thing as the mental illness that I call "juvenile dementia."
These days self-proclaimed experts in psychiatry, who are all suffering the same disease themselves, say there are proven ways to prevent the elderly from wandering about aimlessly. According to them, one of the most promising methods is what they call the Karuta therapy.
Essentially Karuta is a game about word associations that can be shared by everyone. But how can it cure these people who have chosen to escape from everyday associations into a dissociative world? Since dissociating the established link is the first step toward redefining themselves, it must have serious adverse effects to bring them back in the middle of their journey. Maybe they will find all by themselves a new identity with which to become re-associated with the society if these dregs of humanity such as social workers, shrinks and cops let them remain missing.
. On one of the early days of this past summer, I was introduced to a young guy named Rikki Naito by the wife of the owner of a small eatery I frequent. When he came in with his lanky friend, I said to myself: "I'm lucky to have almost finished my dinner just in time. Otherwise I would have to eat with a lot of disturbance from these Sumaho-addicted punks."
Then I noticed a peculiar thing: they didn't carry Sumaho or any other mobile device.
The next thing that astonished me was Naito's way to respond to me when I said, "So you are Japan's super-featherweight champion." He stood up and answered very politely but briskly: "Yes, I'm Rikki Naito, current titleholder in that class." He added: "But it's a long way to go until I make it to the world." Although he sounded very modest, Naito looked quite confident about his pursuit.
He stayed upright until I left the shop after the exchange of some more words.
As soon as I came home, I quickly studied his profile on the web because it was a pleasant surprise to have encountered such a guy after writing off almost all male Japanese including my prematurely grown-up sons.
From the video embedded at the bottom of this post, I learned many interesting things about and from the up-and-coming fighter. Among other things, I thought I found in his sportsman-like attitude the missing link I was looking for, for many years.
Sportsmanship, i.e. manliness, consists of four closely interconnected attributes.
I don't remember exactly where German philosopher and psychiatrist Karl Jaspers inserted this parable, but it goes something like this:
The director of the mental hospital is known for his fatherly compassion toward the inmates. One day when he strolled around the garden, he spotted an inpatient casting a fishing line into the swimming pool. The director stopped by the patient. Smiling knowingly, he said, "What kind of fish do you catch here?" The madman replied: "Don't be silly, doc. You can't catch any fish in a swimming pool."
My interpretation of the allegory is that when a man does a thing just out of spontaneity, he doesn't know, or even doesn't need to know, the reason why he is doing what he is doing. Since nobody or nothing has forced anything on him, he's fully committed to it without showing the slightest sign of cynicism.
Acceptance of the rules of the game
Once you have chosen the game to play on your own, you are ready not only to adhere to the rules but also to accept anything given there. It's out of the question to complain about them.
As a matter of fact, most people have a pathological fixation to the past which prevents them from looking to the future. As a result, they untiringly lament over the given condition as if it weren't their own choice.
It's a different story, if you were forced to choose the game. For instance you tend to cry out against widespread contamination of sports with commercialism, nationalism and performance-enhancing substances. But there's no point in doing so if you aren't really in love with sports in the first place.
I do often talk about the history and status quo of Okinawa. But not once have I made such a stupid remark like the injustice in the colonized islands should be ended. It's my own problem, no one else's.
Unwavering resolve to excel
The first thing a committed person will do is to identify his shortcomings because only by overcoming his weak spots, he can possibly outdo others. This is the only way to pursue professionalism.
An effete person, who I'm inclined to call an eunuch, doesn't have an aspiration to excel. He is too lazy and inert, mentally rather than physically, to work hard to outperform his opponent. In our chattering classes, too, there are so many ill-disciplined people who habitually avoid mental exercise. Their soul has withered from the beginning. As a result, their "brain muscles," as well, quickly wither.
An old adage goes: "Age may wrinkle your face, but lack of enthusiasm wrinkles your soul."
Respect for others
It's quite natural that one who does his best to excel in his game knows other people who do the same, including the loser, deserve his respect. As you can see in the video, Rikki Naito's respect goes to his father more than anyone else.
You think sportsmanship is a cousin of Bushido, samurai's chivalry. But it's the farthest thing from it. With sportsmanship, everything starts from spontaneity.
The unPC part of IQ scale
Until I became acquainted with Rikki Naito, I simply thought one's creative attitude hinges solely on his intelligence quotient.
Actually one of the young, bright ladies I was associated with was a great conversationalist, She could express her thoughts and feelings much more clearly and effectively than I.
At one time, I asked her if she'd ever had her IQ measured. She confided that when she was attending the kindergarten in the Chinatown, she was put on the watch list as an enfant terrible because her IQ was measured somewhere over 150.
She wasn't an obnoxious genius type. Far from it. On the contrary she was one of the most pleasant and outgoing personalities I've ever met. Obviously she was a rare exception.
Thanks to the young boxer, now it flashed on me for the first time that manliness, or womanliness for that matter, matters as much as intellectual faculty. Even if your IQ is extraordinarily high, your intelligence is a wasted treasure unless you strive to leverage it.
I don't know for sure the opposite can be true, too. But the most important point here is that as is true with a physically handicapped person, one whose IQ is on the low side can avail himself of one artificial gadget or another, if he has a strong will to overcome the disadvantage.
By now I'm more or less prepared for the final departure from all this ado about nothing, or to be more precise, something yet to be known. Now my only concern is how to keep my mind unclouded so I can witness the not-so-great moment myself. The only thing I wouldn't tolerate is if I'm going to survive my alertness.
In that respect the major source of concern for me is the fact that my IQ, which couldn't have been any higher than 100 from the beginning, now seems to be coming down further. For one thing, the self-analysis of my throughput time indicates my mental agility has slowed down and is still decelerating very quickly.
In the last nine months since the beginning of the year, I wrote an estimated 60,000 words for this blog. On the surface I seemed to be on the prolific side. But productivity-wise my performance in the same period is way below standard when taking into account the facts that I could only upload 12 posts where a combined 23,000 words were actually used, and that for this much of output, I spent a disproportionate amount of time. Certainly this is the bad news.
But the good news is the fact that there's ample room to improve my creativity. According to my throughput analysis, the total time worked roughly broke down into 10% for actual writing on the blog editor, another 10% for research. and 80% for thinking.
Now that I've learned from the well-mannered young guy what real sportsmanship is like. If I try hard to fully exploit my not-so-high intelligence, I should be able to make up for the slowdown on the part of my eyes and fingers. And only that way I can repay what I owe these young Japanese.
Now I'm reasonably sure I'm not really done for yet for better or for worse · read more (2 words)
Tuesday, September 23 2014 @ 01:13 AM CDT
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
OUR GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS PRACTICE HERE, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING. BEWARE NO ONE CAN DO THE THINKING ON YOUR BEHALF. For me as leader, my time is nearly over. But for Scotland, the campaign continues, and the dream shall never die.
- Alex Salmond, outgoing Scottish first minister, in his concession speech
In the first half of this year, I reread dozens of short and long poems from Man'yo-shu (The Anthology of a Myriad Leaves) along with books on Kojiki and Nihon Shoki, official history books compiled by court-retained historians in 712 and 720 AD, respectively. I also reread a book about Yamataikoku Naofumi Uchiyama authored after meticulously digging into tons of literature and material which told him dozens of conflicting stories about the origin of this country. The late Uchiyama was my brother-in-law, who was a multitalented Nissan executive.
Although nation's ancient history still remains more or less a riddle to me, now I have understood it can be roughly summarized like this:
In the Jomon Period (13th-15th century to 4th century BC,) this archipelago was inhabited by the Ainus and the Ryukyuans. And toward the end of the ensuing Yayoi Period (3rd century BC to 3rd century AD,) people from the three kingdoms (Goguryeo, Baekje and Silla) in the Korean Peninsula came, saw and conquered the indigenous tribes and dispersed most of them to the northernmost island of Hokkaido and the southern islands of the Ryukyus.
The first thing the conquerors did after they pacified the mainland is the compilation of Kojiki and Nihon Shoki. With these books they wanted to establish a false legitimacy of their rule by inventing the absurd myth that they had been there since 660 BC to reign over the nation. To that end, they sealed off the prehistoric truth, totally and for good.
It seems the compilation of both Kojiki and Nihon Shoki was ordered by 40th Emperor Tenmu (631-686 AD) although he died before these epics were completed. It's interesting to know that according to non-mainstream Man'yo scholar Yasuko Kobayashi, Tenmu was a disguised Korean general who defected from the Goguryeo Kingdom (later to be renamed Goryo,) one of the three kingdoms in the peninsula at the time.
On the other hand it still remains a mystery who ordered whom to compile Man'yo-shu, which is more of a lyric poetry at least on the surface, and what for he or she or they tackled the painstaking task of anthologizing 4,500-plus poems when the system called Man'yo Gana (phonogramic application of the Chinese ideograms) had yet to be established. But not a few Man'yo scholars believe it was also Tenmu who ordered the compilation although in the middle someone on the direct lineage of 38th Emperor Tenji (636-672 AD) took over the project.
Since I thought it was a total waste of time to delve into court infighting, all I know about Tenji is that he was Tenmu’s longtime nemesis because he was most probably a disguised Korean prince who defected from Baekje, another Kingdom of the Peninsula.
Yuji Seki, one of non-mainstream experts in Japan's ancient history, has repeatedly argued it's important to unmask these impostors because you can only prevent history from repeating itself by revealing the truth behind all this fabrication. Although the truth-seeking historian stops a little short of insisting Japan could have taken a different course than it actually did, he won't stop peddling around the plausible but unsubstantiated idea that the Japanese could learn an unequivocal lesson from its history.
Unlike with Seki, my only concern is who I am. Am I an East Korean, or a remnant of the Ainus or the Ryukyuans? As always my answer is: "I don't know exactly, and I don't really care either." All I know for sure is:
And yet I'm anxious to know why I'm so concerned about the fate of the Okinawans this late in life. I don't know the answer yet, but as a matter of fact, the Okinawa issue has always been one of the few things I can really internalize no matter what my ethnic origin might be.
In my previous post I introduced an impressive presentation Mr. Hiroaki Koide, Associate Professor at Kyoto University Research Reactor Institute, gave at Okinawa University.
If there was something to be desired in the otherwise excellent lecture, it's the fact that with his worn-out antiwar, anti-American rhetoric, the nuclear scientist obscured his key message that each individual should be held responsible for his own suffering as well as others'.
For one thing Mr. Koide shouldn't have made a misplaced mention of the disproportionate burden on Okinawa by pointing out 74% of U.S. military bases in Japan are on the tiny islands that account for a mere 0.6% of the entire archipelago.
As you can see in the video embedded at the bottom of this post, former U.S. Defense Department official Morton Halperin recently visited Okinawa. (I got an impression that this female interpreter is a hearing-impaired and Japanese-illiterate person.) He was a key negotiator in the nominal reversion of Okinawa, but he left his post shortly before the agreement was signed because of a feud with Richard Nixon's national security adviser Henry Kissinger.
In one of the interviews with the Japanese newspapers, Halperin said:
"[When I first visited Okinawa in 1967] the American military did not believe there were bases on Okinawa. They believed Okinawa was a military base. Literally, they viewed the whole island as one military base." (Emphasis mine.)
That means the all-too-familiar story about 74% concentration of the U.S. military bases in Okinawa is essentially a nonissue frequently used as a red herring.
I don't think it's fair to expect a nuclear scientist to present his audience with well-informed, actionable ideas for the issue at hand. All I'm saying is that Koide should have dropped all this empty lip service if he had to stop short of elaborating on it. Even these geniuses like Albert Einstein and Robert Oppenheimer could do little more than playing "Cat's Cradle" after they let the genie out of the bottle.
I hadn't known this name Masaki Tomochi until I found it in the September 15 article of The Guardian. According to the British daily, Tomochi, who heads this study group for Ryukyus' independence, was now "seeking inspiration from Scotland." So at first I thought he must be one who was ready for what David Cameron said would be "a painful divorce" rather than "a trial separation" when the British Prime Minister was scaremongering on the eve of the referendum. But I was mistaken.
I was stunned to know from his inaugural press conference held in Okinawa in May last year that its constitution stipulates only ethnic Ryukyuans are eligible to join the study group which is meant to serve as the foundation of a new independence party.
His statement simply indicated he doesn't know anything about the mind-boggling tasks to be entailed in his essentially extralegal cause of secession.
Certainly Omochi knows secession is basically unconstitutional in any nation-state, and even the "International Law" and the U.N. Charter give nothing more than a muddled promise about "self-determination" of "people." And yet what this guy seems to be launching is nothing but an exclusive cabal which is the farthest thing from the Scottish National Party from which he was supposed to seek inspiration.
Omochi is just eying a handsome amount of alimony and property division at a minimal pain of divorce. A political racketeer like him doesn't give a damn about the fact that the only thing the cause of secession requires is committed individuals.
The Ryukyu independence movement has already been suffering a serious setback in the last decade. I started intensively discussing the issue some four years ago. In those days there sill were a certain number of people who were active in advocating the idea of secession. Lim John Chuan-tiong, then Assistant Professor at the University of Ryukyus, was one of them. But it seems this dubious British-Chinese has fled to Taiwan recently.
Now things are getting even uglier toward the gubernatorial election scheduled for November 16 as another murky figure slated himself as a pro-independence candidate. His campaign pledge was to let the Chinese People's Liberation Army along with troops from the Republic of Korea take the place of U.S. Armed Forces after the southernmost prefecture secedes. The fact that he quickly removed his name from the list in a matter of weeks indicates he was a spoiler whose role was to discredit Okinawa's aspiration for liberation.
In his book titled Dismantling the Empire, the late Chalmers Johnson wrote America's presence in far east is not only financially unsustainable but also morally obscene.
No doubt about that. Morally speaking, Americans should be held responsible more than anyone else for all the sufferings inflicted on Uchinanchu, as the people in Ryukyu Islands call themselves, and Yamatonchu, as they call mainlanders. But things about the perpetual occupation of Okinawa aren't that simple.
The most sticking point there is the fact that the situation still remained fluid before the loot was returned to the Japanese government that had once fenced it to the chief of thieves. But until the nominal reversion of Okinawa in 1972, the islanders did little more than untiringly commemorating April 28 (see NOTE 1) as "the day of infamy" while in fact May 15 (see NOTE 2) was going to bring about an aggravated humiliation. Their virtual inaction during the period from 1952 to 1972 makes them deserve all the sufferings that ensued.
NOTE 1: On April 28, 1952, a nominal sovereignty was returned to Japan.
NOTE 2: On May 15, 1972, Okinawa was nominally returned to Japan without superseding Hirohito's "Okinawa message" and the bilateral security treaty of 1960.
Actually Okinawa is not a moral issue, but a humanity issue. And needless to say, humanity here has absolutely nothing to do with your cheap humanism.
As I've repeated one hundred times in this single-issue blog, the only difference between the ape and man lies in the fact that unlike the ape, man thinks. In other words, while the ape may perform better than man in coming up with the right solution to a given problem, it's only man who can identify the real issue which he can really internalize. It's this ability of internalization that can find him the right cause to become committed without reservation.
In this context there is an intractable problem always facing us.
A heavily intoxicated man insists he is as sober as a judge. And a psychopath, almost by definition, doesn't doubt his sanity for a split second. Likewise, one who suffers the mental illness that I call premature senility never admits he is just shuffling information purely on an ear-to-mouth basis.
In the vast intellectual vacuum prevailing on both sides of the Pacific, it's these people who have adamantly refused to lend an ear to my argument on the basics about humanity.
They say they only believe in truth about reality. As a matter of principle I have no problem with that. Unfortunately, though, they tend to ignore the simple fact that if their truth is something that's already there awaiting revelation, it's not only useless but also harmful to uncover it because after all you can't undo anything once it came into existence.
That is basically why they are so prone to delusion that distorts your perception so severely that you believe history could have unfolded in a different way than it actually did.
Once duped by the guru of a truth-seeking cult, you'll soon develop abnormal fixation to the past and permanent inability to look to the future. What's wrong with the argument by a Holocaust-denier, for instance, is not that he denies the systematic slaughter of Jews, but that he denies what's done is done.
It's this delusion that made people brush it aside as a pipe-dream when I made a suggestion about a brand new sociopolitical model. I wrote, though in a little too sketchy way, there's no reason we can't do what the empty-headed kid named Mark Zuckerberg could do in a matter of a few years. Unfortunately, it seems quite unlikely that someday they will understand that it wasn't a pipe-dream, but a surreal dream, in the sense the Frenchman who first coined the word surréel (beyond reality) must have meant.
In recent years, we are seeing the first signs that the America-centric "international community" has started tottering. Particularly in the eastern part of Ukraine, Catalonia of Spain, and even some counties in American states, cracks are showing in the middle of the edifice and still widening, though very quietly and at a glacial pace. But the self-complacent and learning-disabled Americans don't seem to realize the post-WWII undercurrent has already changed.
As for the Islamic State in the Iraqi territory, all the Americans can say is that we shouldn't call it a nation because it's nothing more than a group of terrorists. They still believe they have the right to tell these guys how to build a new nation. They shouldn't forget their ancestors killed 24,000 Britons when pursuing their independence.
Someone from among my American audience said he defines the word "terrorist" like this: "A terrorist is one who terrifies." In response to the absurd truism, I asked him: "If you call them terrorists just because they beheaded an American journalist, what do you call Harry S. Truman and hundreds of millions of people behind him?" Thus far I haven't heard a word from this person.
Truman is the guy who incinerated more than 150 thousand citizens of the two strategically unimportant local cities, and many more, when it must have been a piece of cake for the United States to instantly decapitate the nation by destroying Hirohito who'd holed up in the palace in central Tokyo just like a sitting duck. Equally important, in 1947 he subtly blackmailed Hirohito into giving up Okinawa to the United States in exchange for his acquittal from execution at the Tokyo War Crimes Tribunal.
In the last ten years I've been calling on America's chattering classes to urge their president to immediately invoke the termination clause of the security treaty - and nothing else. Putting aside the heartache of the Okinawans, that is the only way to stop their own society from further sliding down the evolution tree. But all I've heard to this date from these brainless and spineless egomaniacs are transparent excuses such as, "I was still a fetus when Truman ordered the genocide," "I didn't vote for Bush," "I don't support Obama," "I hope I'll be dead by the time Hilary Clinton is elected U.S. President," and so on and so forth.
What a NINCOM-P-O-O-P-ISH people.
Now I must conclude that to the Americans, the Yamatonchu, and even not a few Uchinanchu as well,
OKINAWA IS ALWAYS SOMEONE ELSE'S PROBLEM AND WILL REMAIN SO UNTIL DEATH DO US PART.
This leaves me alongside a small number of Okinawans still dreaming of something beyond the reality of modern nationhood. What we envision here may not look very real as yet. But we are just saying what looks to be there, e.g. the runt in the Imperial Palace, is actually nonexistent, while you guys insist what actually isn't there, e.g. the Black Kenyan Monkey fighting against terrorists, is existent. It's obvious which is a mere delusion that gets us nowhere. · read more (1 words)
Thursday, September 04 2014 @ 11:11 AM CDT
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
OUR GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS PRACTICE HERE, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING. BEWARE NO ONE CAN DO THE THINKING ON YOUR BEHALF. Last night I saw upon the stair a little man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today. Oh, how I wish he’d go away.
- from a popular rhyme composed by William Hughes Mearns
I'm still behind the cause of Mr. Takashi Hirose. To my regret, however, his approach isn't really paying off despite the fact that the anti-nuclear power movement seems to have further gathered momentum when measured by the numbers of people he and his colleagues have mobilized.
The reason behind this is because Hirose has ideologized the issue by getting more and more involved in politics himself.
Recently someone close to him uploaded interesting videos which show an all-night debate program aired 23 years before 3/11. It, in itself, is yet another Shintoist ritual called Dibehto in this country, but if you have some Japanese proficiency, you will know Hirose, still in his mid-40s, already had an unparalleled insight into problems entailed in nuclear power generation, but at the same time his weak spot was already there.
When an empty-headed cynic named Susumu Nishibe challenged the arguments by Hirose and some nuclear scientists who sided with him as helplessly childish, Mr. Hirose had to pretend he hadn't heard him. Actually Nishibe said to the effect that speaking against nuclear energy is like saying we should refrain from driving cars just because tens of thousands of people lose their lives in traffic accidents every year.
Nishibe's argument was equally, or even more, childish. So it's all the more regrettable that the youngish Hirose was at a loss over how to counter it. 26 years have passed since then. I think it's about time he should have learned that by politicizing the issue, he is externalizing it as if it were someone else's problem.
In fact, the single most important thing for an activist, or any human being for that matter, is always to internalize the issue at hand. If you are really serious about the risks involved in manufacturing, selling, buying and driving cars, you should stop engaging in such activities altogether to be the role model for others. In short:
You shouldn't cherry-pick.
Fortunately for us, though, there are a handful of level-headed nuclear scientists and medical experts who pursue the same end using a much more down-to-earth approach. One of them is this Hiroaki Koide, Associate Professor at Kyoto University Research Reactor Institute. He has made it clear to the public that he doesn't want to become associated with any political group.
On June 18, Koide visited Okinawa University to give a 3-hour presentation in which he stressed more than anything else that citizens of Okinawa, Hiroshima/Nagasaki and Fukushima have one important thing in common.
He started off his lecture by summarizing the situation in Fukushima from a nuclear scientist's point of view. There was nothing particularly new in the numerical data and factual pieces of information he gave to the audience. But I think the introductory part of the speech served his purpose of reminding what his audience had almost forgotten.
Then the lecturer moved on to the historical background against which the Japanese, especially people in Okinawa, Hiroshima/Nagasaki and Fukushima have been going through all these sufferings.
Mass suicide in Okinawa, June 1945
The nuclear scientist did not directly mention this particular incident that happened to hundreds of female Okinawans in June 1945. One year earlier almost thousand Japanese civilians committed mass suicide by throwing themselves off "Banzai cliff" when the U.S. Marines had advanced to the northern tip of Saipan. Banzai literally means "Long live the Emperor."
In June next year another hundreds of women did exactly the same thing toward the end of the bloody battle of Okinawa. When doing so, they all cried Banzai.
Seven decades later, male Japanese macaques are still chitchatting over the incident. Some say these women were forced to do so while some others insist it was a voluntary act. It's as though they think it matters whether or not they were forced by the military personnel to kill themselves.
Memo W. J. Sebald addressed to Douglas MacArthur
As to the prolonged, or even perpetuated, U.S. occupation of Okinawa, Mr. Koide touched on what is vaguely known to the Japanese subjects as "Emperor's Okinawa Message". (See POSTSCRIPT dated September 10.)
It was a top secret thing until the document was declassified some 60 years later.
To make the long story short, the father of incumbent Emperor Akihito sold off Okinawa and its residents to the American people just to reciprocate the super-generous leniency Hirohito was expecting from Harry S. Truman.
Hiroshima in the 1930s or early-'40s International University of Okinawa, August 13, 2004
Although Mr. Koide stopped short of elaborating on the true story behind the Hiroshima bombing, he showed his audience a picture similar to this one I embed here.
The stupid peoples on both sides of the Pacific have been untiringly disputing over whether the use of enriched uranium-based atomic bomb against the Japanese could be justified. As I've repeatedly argued in this blog, this is a red herring.
If ever that's what's at issue, all I can say is the A-bombing would have been justifiable if it had been targeted at the Imperial Palace to decapitate the nation. In fact, though, U.S. Commander-in-Chief ordered the Enola Gay to detonate Little Boy over the strategically unimportant local city named Hiroshima.
There is a conspiracy theory that goes like this:
Two months before the success of the "Trinity" test in the desert of Alamogordo, U.S. Secretary of War Henry L. Stimson secretly contacted Emperor Hirohito, via Shigeru Yoshida (to be profiled later) to ask where to drop the bomb. Without hesitation Hirohito said he wanted Harry S. Truman to pick Hiroshima presumably because the city is 420 miles away from his residence in central Tokyo.
The story can be true because there's no other way to logically explain what happened here in the summer of 1945.
But as I've said time and again, all conspiracy theorists are not only disguised conspirators themselves but invariably play a pivotal role in evil plots. Their role is always to give gullible people an extremely poisonous illusion that you could possibly undo history.
Whether or not we call it a conspiracy, the same gang of rogues are still there to wreak havoc on the Japanese. In the last two decades or so, the entire population has been parroting the media saying that the postwar regime is over now. But Mr. Koide asked his audience: "How can that be true when the war is far from over yet?"
Japan started working on the nuclear development in the mid-1950s under the agreement on U.S.-Japan cooperation for "peaceful uses of nuclear energy." While Japan still remains totally shackled with the U.S. East Asia policy, it has acquired all the core technologies needed for its nuclearization, i.e. those for uranium enrichment, nuclear reactor and reprocessing of used fuel to extract fissionable plutonium.
According to Koide, there is only one nuclear-capable nation aside from the 5 NPT-authorized nuclear powers and those who have nuclear weapons outside the non-proliferation framework, i.e. India, Pakistan and Israel. (He is skeptical about the existence of the nukes in North Korea because from the nuclear scientist's point of view, the country has yet to acquire all of the three essential technologies.) And this de facto nuclear power is the country named Japan.
In 1968, then Prime Minister Eisaku Sato (to be profiled later) announced his Three Non-Nuclear Principles, for which he was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize of 1974. But the fact of the matter remains that the Japanese government has long complied with the U.S. demand that the deployment of tactical nukes in Japan, especially bases in Okinawa, should be tolerated.
The last part of his presentation was devoted to summarizing the situation facing the Okinawans today.
In 1972, the Okinawa Islands, along with Daito islet, were returned to Japan according to the "Agreement between Japan and the United States of America Concerning the Ryukyu Islands and the Daito Island" countersigned between Eisaku Sato and Richard Nixon. But that didn't make a bit of difference because Hirohito's memo of 1947 and the security treaty of 1960 weren't superseded by the agreement.
In August 2004, a U.S. Marine CH-53D copter crashed into the campus of the International University of Okinawa.
As shown in the photo embedded above, the campus was immediately sealed off and the Japanese police stood guard outside the barricades to stop students, faculty members and other onlookers from interfering with the work being done inside. As you can see in the picture, one of the guys working on the removal of the debris was wearing a coverall and using a Geiger counter.
Koide explained: "Since a small crack in the blade can cause a serious accident, every helicopter is equipped with crack detection devices which have a certain amount of Strontium 90 in them." Although this may not constitute a violation of Sato's principle, the accident refueled the wrath among Okinawans of the situation they were in for almost six decades.
Here is an incomplete list of criminals whose names were mentioned, explicitly or implicitly, by Mr. Koide.
● Matthew C. Perry ● Harry S. Truman ● Ruth Benedict ● Douglas MacArthur ● Dwight Eisenhower ● Barack Hussein Obama ● Shigeru Yoshida who served as Prime Minister during 1946-47 and 1949-54 ● Yoshida's grandson Taro Aso who served as PM during 2008-9 ● Nobusuke Kishi, who was an undercover CIA agent disguised as PM during 1957-60 ● Kishi's younger brother Eisaku Sato, who was PM during 1964-72 ● Sato's grandnephew Shinzo Abe, who was PM during 2006-7 and came back to the same position in 2012 ● Kazumi Matsui, current Hiroshima Mayor who let more than 70 Hiroshima citizens die in huge landslides while he was chanting the same old incantation for a nuclear-free world toward the 69th anniversary ● Emperor Hirohito ● Hirohito's son Akihito.
The list will go on and on if we omit small fish the no-nonsense nuclear scientist didn't even think were worth mentioning, e.g. Ching Chong Chang and ベンジャミン古歩道.
I don't know, neither do I want to know, if some of them are Freemasons or their minions. So many Americans, and Japanese alike, have given us paper-thin excuses such as "I didn't vote for Obama," or "I don't support Abe," etc. But so what?
If you are an American, you can't deny you are part of America. It's OK if you are still determined to deny that. But beware the Japanese are the people who have been defended by 神風, or Divine Wind, in the face of a crisis. And this time around 偏西風, or Subtropical Westerlies, have sometimes taken Divine Wind's place to send Cesium 137 and other radioactive materials westward.
Here again, let me reiterate the most fundamental thing about life.
No one but yourself can manipulate you. A French philosopher put it this way:
We are our choices.
It's an extremely unusual thing that a 65-year-old top-notch scientist like Koide has yet to be promoted to a higher position than an associate professor. He didn't say a word about it. He just hinted that Shozo Tanaka is his lifetime role model.
In concluding his remarkable presentation, Mr. Hiroaki Koide quoted the old saying that goes: "An ignorant leader for ignorant people." He wanted to say each individual citizen deserves all the pain inflicted on him with the only exception of children.
I don't think you are willing to study Japanese as hard as we do English because the only Japanese words you have to know are 偉大な日本国民はアメリカ人にとって大切な友達 ("The great Japanese people are our important friends.") After all most of us are vassals and serfs living in America's far-eastern fiefdom.
But just in case, I'll embed below here the YouTube videos of Mr. Koide's lecture. If you carefully look at his presentation slides, you will know there still are a small number of Japanese individuals who refuse to observe the rules of the game unilaterally imposed by American apes.
POSTSCRIPT September 7: If I had attended Mr. Koide's class, I would have asked him this question, if nothing else, in the Q&A time: "Mr. Koide, I'm afraid iPhone and other types of mobile devices are more or less hazardous to mental and physical health. Could you give us some quantitative data to prove or disprove my fear?"
POSTSCRIPT September 8: In response to the above question Mr. Koide took his precious time to give me a mail this morning. He explained he and his colleagues in the institute specialize in "Ionizing Radiation" (電離放射線) which is normally dealt with separately from Non-Ionizing Radiation (電磁波.) But he referred me to his old friend who has long been investigating the health hazard of Non-Ionizing Radiation. Also Mr. Koide sent me a report he wrote ten years ago in the wake of the helicopter crash into the campus of the International University of Okinawa, in which he detailed how Strontium 90 affects the human body. Now I got a lot of homework.
POSTSCRIPT September 10: Since the document in question was declassified, Japanese dupes have been told that the message was verbally conveyed by this "adviser to Emperor" named Hidenari Terasaki to William J. Sebald, then U.S. Ambassador to Japan ad interim, who then passed it on to Douglas MacArthur in writing. But I don't believe that's how it actually happened. There wasn't, and still isn't, a single Japanese individual who was able to verbally articulate an intricate message like this one. According to Japanese newspapers, the 12,000-plus page "Annals of Emperor Showa" released yesterday by the Imperial Household Agency do not specifically answer the question as to whether Hirohito actually made "such a remark." Obviously, the Japanese people are now given a meticulously cooked "history" which is the 21st century version of Kojiki and Nihon-shoki compiled in the early-8th century by court-retained historians. It's about time we should realize it's a total waste of time to seriously discuss the myth about this fake nationhood at face value.
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OUR GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS PRACTICE HERE, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING. BEWARE NO ONE CAN DO THE THINKING ON YOUR BEHALF. eisaku otsuka john maynard keynes karl marx john forbes nash jason stutman paul knoepfler 大塚英作 ケインズ マルクス ネフラー 慶応大学 横浜国立大学 energy and capital SAPジャパン beauty contest full employment nobel prize acceptance speech equilibrium disequilibrium
I've always believed in numbers and the equations and logics that lead to reason. But after a lifetime of such pursuits, I ask, "What truly is logic? Who decides reason?" - from the "Nobel Prize acceptance speech" of John Forbes Nash, Jr. which was fictionalized in the 2001 U.S. film A Beautiful Mind.
The late Eisaku Otsuka, PhD in game theory
In the last half of the 1950s I was supposedly majoring in macroeconomics at Keio University. But actually I skipped most classes because I thought it would be a total waste of time to listen to these taped lectures on John Maynard Keynes, Adam Smith or the like. Moreover, it was on the eve of Rokujunen-nen Anpo Toso (nationwide uprising against the 1960 revision of the Security Treaty.) I didn't really care which theory better explained the new stage of the strategic alliance between the two sick peoples.
And throughout my 46-year career, I kept feeling the same way. As a matter of commonsense, we all knew in the wake of the heightening of a political tension, oil prices would ho up, and as a result, the demand for the hard currency would also soar. But we didn't have to revisit any macroeconomic theory every time that happened.
Today I still know that in theory, demand and supply tend to adjust themselves against each other through the price mechanism, and that in reality, though, they are manipulated by government intervention, most typically through suicidal quantitative easing or measures for what they call income redistribution.
From time to time I ask myself why I've never been really interested in the contention between proponents and opponents of Keynesian theory. My answer is always like this: Both camps take it for granted that at the end of the day supply and demand reach an equilibrium in one way or the other. I think they are missing the point when they say constantly rebalancing the two should be our ultimate goal.
For one thing, it's not really at issue how to achieve a full employment. Or are we yet to emancipate ourselves from the absurd myth that dates back to 1917 when Vladimir Lenin said, "He who does not work shall not eat," or even to the New Testament in which Paul the Apostle said exactly the same thing?
Perhaps Karl Marx was an exception. Although at first glance he also seems to have thought life and business are driven by the desire of revolutionaries to establish a new equation in the context of "dialectical materialism," he was actually more inclined to believe creation, not production, is what man's economic activity is all about. In a sense, he was seeking a disequilibrium.
Stock chart of AnGes MG, Inc., one of the hundreds of stem cell- related companies
Paul S. Knoepfler is now updating his closed community on stock prices
I was caught totally unprepared. Not that I found Jason Stutman's argument irrelevant to the issue at hand. On the contrary, I thought it was a real challenge to my creativity angle; there's something that explains why people on both sides of the Pacific, who all seem to suffer premature senility, think I am ideologizing the Obokata affair while, in fact, I am trying to un-ideologize it.
Last night I revisited the famous Keynesian analogy of the stock market to a beauty contest. (See NOTE 1.) Then I quickly walked through a wide range of arcane macroeconomic theories from Nash Equilibrium (See NOTE 2) to General Equilibrium to Walras' Law.
NOTE 1: In his General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money Keynes wrote: "It is not a case of choosing those [faces] that, to the best of one's judgment, are really the prettiest, nor even those that average opinion genuinely thinks the prettiest. We have reached the third degree where we devote our intelligences to anticipating what average opinion expects the average opinion to be. And there are some, I believe, who practice the fourth, fifth and higher degrees."
NOTE 2: A Wikipedian explains: "The Nash equilibrium is a solution concept of a non-cooperative game involving two or more players, in which each player is assumed to know the equilibrium strategies of the other players, and no player has anything to gain by changing only their own strategy. If each player has chosen a strategy and no player can benefit by changing strategies while the other players keep theirs unchanged, then the current set of strategy choices and the corresponding payoffs constitute a Nash equilibrium."
Among other things, this Nash Equilibrium thing conjured up in my mind the face of the late Professor Eisaku Otsuka who was conferred a doctorate degree in game theory by the University of California, Berkeley back in 1987. I vaguely remember hearing him casually telling me of the idea first presented by John Forbes Nash. He was one of the most intelligent and humane persons I've ever met in my lifetime.
When we first met in 2000, he was a professor at the School of Business Administration of Yokohama National University, and I was a contractor at the rotten Japanese subsidiary of German software giant SAP AG who was working on its "university alliance program." My plan was to build an application hosting network through which dozens of business administration classes across the country could use SAP's huge "Enterprise Resource Planning" system configured for a model company.
While most other participants were too change-disabled to become committed to the purpose of our ambitious project, Professor Otsuka seemed to know helping students learn "business as-is" was the smallest part of our goal. Despite financial constraint and other difficulties facing him, he volunteered to host Japan's first inter-university network of its kind from his department simply because he thought, like I did, working on "business to-be" was crucially important in nurturing creative minds in students if we still intended to reinvigorate Japan Inc. which had gone belly up when the bubble burst. I would never have succeeded had it not been for his understanding and cooperation.
I fondly remember traveling with him to Miami and Orlando to join big conferences sponsored by SAP America. On these occasions we didn't discuss much about game theory because I was, and still remain, in the dark about that discipline. But between the two of us, and sometimes joined by faculty members of universities from all over the world, we talked a lot about how to educate business administration students.
In Orlando, Florida, Prof. Otsuka already kept his headgear on during sessions. He confided to me with a charming smile: "Before coming here I was going through a radioactive treatment." When the professor passed away, he was still in his late-40s.
Having reread some of his papers for the first time in years, now I got the impression that dedicated scholar and educator as he was had started to think an equilibrium in itself can NOT be the goal of business or life.
In this respect, the Nobel Prize acceptance speech by John Forbes Nash, Jr. is very intriguing. Following the sentences quoted at the top of this post, he said: "And I have made the most important discovery of my career, the most important discovery of my life: It is only in the mysterious equations of love that any logic or reasons can be found."
My interpretation of his speech is that for him equation is no longer there to seek, if it may be bestowed on him as a token of reward toward the end of his life. And by the word "love" he must have meant not only his personal feelings for this particular lady sitting among the audience in the ending scene of the 2001 U.S. film "A Beautiful Mind," but more in general, the manifestation of one's creative attitude toward life.
POSTSCRIPT: My assumption was that the scriptwriter didn't embroider his words too far. Although I later learned the speech was a total invention, I have a good reason to say I wouldn't have been surprised if Nash had given an acceptance speech which was worded more or less like that. That's why I still keep it there.
Now everyone surrounding me suffers a refractory mental illness. I've termed it Redwood Syndrome because you want to vegetate, or think everyone else wants to vegetate for 3,200 years like a giant sequoia tree in Sierra Nevada, California.
And the last thing you would accept is this idea that perpetual disequilibrium inherent in human society is the only source of élan vital (vital impetus) for Creative Evolution. Small wonder these days practically everyone tries to find his place in the role of an intermediary between supply-side and demand-side. It's out of the question for you to pursue your own value.
One example is Paul S. Knoepfler, Associate Professor at University of California, Davis School of Medicine. It's hysterically laughable to know now he is working on his own Beauty Contest. As if that isn't enough for him, the respectable biologist seems to have started to give investment tips to his audience lately. · read more (47 words)
Friday, August 15 2014 @ 08:15 AM CDT
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
OUR GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS PRACTICE HERE, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING. BEWARE NO ONE CAN DO THE THINKING ON YOUR BEHALF. yoshiki sasai haruko obokata shinya yamanaka ryoji noyori katsuo momii paul knoepfler 笹井芳樹 小保方晴子 山中伸弥 野依良治 ポールネフラー NHK 受信料 理研 納税者負担
JUST IMAGINE: Two weeks ago you were unlawfully hounded for hours by a gang of rogues employed by a publicly-funded organization even after you fled into a toilet near the hotel lobby; and a couple of days later your personal mails were exposed without your permission or knowledge in a TV program produced by the same organization; and now your important partner died a mysterious death this morning leaving a personal note to you, and an allegedly essential part of it was read out in public again without your permission or knowledge even before the authenticity of the word-processed note is forensically examined. This could not have happened in broad daylight without a nod from a big shot who has insider's knowledge, internal authority, influence on law enforcement, and compelling motive.
The late Yoshiki Sasai was a top-notch researcher in the field of developmental biology
Katsuto Momii, President of NHK
Shinya Yamanaka, Director of Center for iPS Cell Research and Application at Kyoto University
Ryoji Noyori, President of RIKEN
Yoshiki Sasai, former Director of Laboratory for Organogenesis and Neurogenesis at the quasi-governmental research institute RIKEN, died on August 5 at the age of 52. That's the only thing you know for sure from news reports. Apparently, though, there's no denying that a "special report" NHK aired on July 27 had been the last straw for the deceased.
In the last six months since February, NHK, Japan's government-run broadcaster, along with other media organizations, has been spearheading an all-out witch-hunt, first against Haruko Obokata, lead author of now retracted Nature papers, and then, her boss and mentor Yoshiki Sasai. But toward the end of July, the NHK-led lynch mob further ratcheted up its sadistic pursuit of the two people.
According to the Japan Times, a pack of NHK reporters chased after their primary target, on the evening of July 23, even after she fled into a toilet of a hotel she was staying at, and holed up there.
There are some, if not many, people who have voiced their indignation over the disgusting behavior of media outlaws. This YouTube v-logger named Kunihiko Takeda is one of these smart apes.
In his video, Takeda, who is a professor at the obscure Chubu University, repeatedly accuses the public broadcaster on the grounds that its news gathering method is totally unacceptable.
Sickeningly so, indeed. I can't agree more. And ..... so what?
As if to sidestep the real question about who is behind the perpetrator, the v-logger starts off his pointless accusation against NHK by reminding his YouTube audience of the 2004 saga about the suicide of the owner of a chicken farm named Asada Nosan and his wife at the outbreak of avian flu.
It is a known fact that just a couple of humans contracted bird flu presumably because Asada Nosan had gone ahead with the planned shipment of poultry in stock, knowing the chickens could have been infected. But as Takeda points out, the death toll from the H5N1 virus was only two: the owner of the chicken farm and his wife who hung themselves side by side at the height of the media hoopla ignited by NHK.
Takeda is not alone in drawing parallel between two totally unrelated cases of media recidivism. All other learning-disabled guys habitually use the same transparent gimmick to make their cases against the mainstream media sound plausible.
The shameless shyster named Hideo Miki, for one, has already ripped off his client Obokata by jumbling up the scientific contention with the criminal case in which a long-established Japanese restaurant Senba Kitcho, Miki's another client, had been convicted for falsifying its menus.
In the wake of the July 23 incident, the petty thief thought this would earn him another bonus. Wasting no time, Miki started muttering he was thinking about filing a criminal complaint against the public broadcaster although he knew the physical injury his client had suffered was not that serious. NHK was well aware of the rules of the game. On July 24, its Chief Editor visited the legal office to seek an out-of-court settlement.
That's as far as these self-styled justice-doers can do. They should know they are just "urinating on a frog's face."
As we all know, a perpetrator always has a dual role. One is to carry out the given plot. But more importantly, he is also supposed to wipe out the fingerprints of his client. In that respect no other criminal in the world is more professional than NHK.
It could, in 1945, not only save Emperor Hirohito from being executed as the mastermind of the apocalypse, but also acquit itself of its responsibility for driving 3.1 million people to death for the absurd cause it had invented.
To that end NHK found a new master on the other side of the Pacific. Now the public broadcaster is acting like a self-appointed guardian of the American values such as freedom and human rights. That's why it is so enthusiastic about revealing cases of discrimination, Pawah Harasumento, Sekusharu Harasumento, Heito Supiichi, Domesutikku Baiorensu, school bullying, and any other infringement of human rights, and proposing halfhearted countermeasures.
The most important thing to note is that this is already a history that's still present today - just by accident, so to speak. It's not only useless but also harmful to criticize NHK, or any other media organization for that matter, for its hypocrisy as if you could undo history.
It's a piece of cake for the public broadcaster to dodge equally deceptive criticism from these mentally-retarded justice-doers. They say, "Don't kill'im till he coughs it up." So NHK will never cough it up, and always survive.
The best way for a perpetrator to prevent his client from being identified as the mastermind is to farm out the job to yet another party to mislead the investigation. But when dealing with an unprofessional investigator like Miki, there's no need for NHK to go for such an intricate scheme it once used sixty-nine years ago.
On the other hand, I know from the traffic analysis of my own website that there are a growing number of people who visit my blog, which is unpopular among justice-doing eunuchs, using such keywords as "truth" and "conspiracy." Most of them are coming from the Tokyo-based truth-seeking cult headed by my sick friend Benjamin Fulford.
Fortunately rather than unfortunately, their guru is currently on a long vacation. For now, therefore, his gullible followers keep silent about the mess around STAP cells. But I'm sure it's a matter of time before they resume spreading around the same old fancy stories about Illuminati's agenda for depopulation and human cloning.
I'm not very sure if what's happening here isn't attributable to an evil plot hatched by Freemasons. But that doesn't matter at all. Let's face it: conspiracy "theories" are an integral part of the conspiracies these anti-Semitic morons keep talking about.
Conspirators disguised as conspiracy theorists intend to distract your attention from the villains at the front-line of their global activity. When pursuing the real, visible, touchable and thus punishable culprit of the plot against the late Sasai and his disciple, you should know it's like walking into a trap to approach the question at hand from a conspiracy angle.
As I observe, truth-seekers and justice-doers have one thing in common: fear of creative minds. These monkey sleuths are scared to death when faced with a creative soul who is never afraid of committing errors.
When it comes to an uncharted area of study such as STAP cells, errors are not only unavoidable but also absolutely necessary. I don't believe Galileo's heliocentric theory was entirely error-free. Neither do I assume the Italian astronomer never resorted to a gimmick in his effort to disprove the Ptolemaic system.
Actually there is a fine line between what falls on a "research misconduct" and what doesn't. And it's very hard for ordinary people to see it. An ambitious scientist, therefore, is always vulnerable to a hostile scrutiny. He can't be defended by justice-doers, let alone by truth-seekers, against inert conventionalists. They fear a creative mind more than anything else because it's such a person that could someday overturn the entire edifice.
When a breakthrough is achieved in a field in question, Takeda, Miki. et al. will be out of work. By the same token, Fulford and his followers will be at a loss over what truth to seek until the end of their empty lives. That is why they always make believe the ubiquity of injustice and fallacy, not the absence of creative minds, is at issue everywhere. A justice-doer always stops short of presenting an actionable justice. Likewise a truth-seeker never dares to reveal an actionable truth.
Arnold Toynbee once said: "A life which does not go into action is a failure."
My own approach to the Obokata affair is completely different. It seems to me the closer I look into the way it has unfolded since February, the more it looks like an inside job by some influential figure(s) in RIKEN or another research institute for regenerative medicine, e.g. CiRA. No doubt about it.
To be more specific, the prime suspect(s) is (are) Shin'ya Yamanaka (山中伸弥,) who was awarded the Nobel Prize for his research on iPS cells, and/or Ryoji Noyori (野依良治,) also a Nobel laureate who is currently the President of RIKEN. Certainly these guys have both influence and motive needed to mastermind such a scheme. (See NOTES below.)
NOTE 1: When NHK et al. started grilling Obokata like the inquisitors at the Holy Office of the Catholic Church, Yamanaka uncharacteristically kept a low profile. Unfortunately for him, though, someone started whistle-blowing on the web in a matter of a month or two for his part of research misconduct. But it was a breeze for the Nobel laureate to gloss over the allegation with a paper-thin excuse simply because he had already been enshrined by the Nobel Committee and even deified with the "Order of Culture" from the zombie in the Imperial Palace. Once immunized this way in this country, you'll never fall no matter what.
NOTE 2: This morning, I learned something new at the website of Paul S. Knoepfler, an associate professor in the Department of Cell Biology and Human Anatomy, the Genome Center, and the Comprehensive Cancer Center at the University of California, Davis School of Medicine. I visited his blog because a couple of days earlier some local papers quoted him as saying he had received a mail from his colleague Dr. Charles A. Vacanti, who is one of the coauthors of the now-retracted STAP papers, in which he wrote he was stepping down from his position as the head of the Harvard-affiliated Brigham and Women's Hospital to take a one-year sabbatical from September 1. Aside from the confirmation of the news, I found a featured article titled "Challenge could cancel Yamanaka iPS cell patent." It's too soon, though, to decide what to make of this news.
I don't intend to belittle Yamanaka's achievement so lightly, just like I can't deny Steve Jobs did an uncontested contribution to the history of the computer. In 1976 Jobs, together with Steve Wozniak, started to work on Apple at a garage in Cupertino, California. But he ended up pandering to those Sumaho-addicted apes.
It's not fair to put all the blame on Jobs. Wherever the value-creating chain has gone to pieces, we see a protracted drought of disruptive technologies as they are defined by IBM consultant Grant Norris. An adaptive technology always calls for adaptive attitudes from its users. There's no room for creative attitudes. But he wouldn't have started acting like a pusher had it not been for hundreds of millions of junkies who didn't know that's what they were.
When the news of Sasai's death broke out, I was working on the next post in which I'll elaborate on this aspect of technological development.
Either way, you will ask me: "Do you have hard evidence for your bold allegation against these highly respected figures?"
OF COURSE I DO.
On July 27, NHK aired a special report on Obokata's "research misconduct" and some other misbehavior. I didn't watch the program myself, but according to Takeda, the program exposed personal mails exchanged between Obokata and Sasai in a way that made you suspect they might be having an affair. I don't know, neither do I care whether or not what some informant whispered to the reporters was true. And even if that was the case, it has absolutely nothing to do with their yet-to-be-proved hypothesis about STAP cells.
There's more to it. Even before Obokata could read the "suicide note" Sasai had reportedly addressed to her, someone leaked to the media what was in it. Now everyone knows that Sasai wrote:
"It's not your fault. Just make sure to reproduce STAP cells."
Do I have to have any more evidence?
I am a retired businessman who has been running a single-issue blog focused solely on the evolution of humanity in the last 10 years. Admittedly I'm completely in the dark about biology. And yet, I have a premonition of what the potentially groundbreaking STAP cell technology will bring about.
As I wrote two years ago, medicine is thoroughly cartelized in this country. Owing to NHK's propaganda, the entire population has developed a hypochondriac fear of disorders, except those caused by irradiated food, water and air, and blind reliance on the rotten medical system. These dupes are insatiably seeking longevity as if the ultimate goal of their lives is to vegetate for 3,200 years like the giant sequoia tree in California.
Chalmers Johnson once called our country "the cartels of the mind." But now it's quickly converging with the cartels of the body.
There are two groups of users of a newly-emerging technology. On the one hand, there are people who constantly meddle in the process of research and development in order to turn a revolutionary idea into a mediocre product. On the other, there are a small number of users who let the researchers and scientists pursue their disruptive end so they can give their customers a real game-changer at the end.
Now with stem cell technologies on the horizon, the two groups of its potential users are facing the moment of truth because what's at stake for both is enormous. If the majority group can outdo the minority group in managing the situation we are in, these dregs of humanity in the medical cartel can perpetuate their monopoly on medicine perhaps for good.
Believe me, whodunit kind of exercise isn't my favorite pastime. But now it's so obvious who is tampering with the burgeoning regenerative medicine that I feel an urge to give some actionable suggestion to my fellow countrymen. I just hope each individual heeds my specific advice to the extent practicably possible.
I think you should be reminded that RIKEN, NHK and CiRA are primarily funded with taxpayers' money. Although you are misled to believe in their financial statements that say the appropriations from tax revenues are only part of their income source. But if you are familiar with the Pacioli System, you know it's nothing but an accounting gimmick. And equally important, Article 30 of the Constitution, which stipulates your obligation to pay taxes, is valid only when your constitutional rights are duly honored.
In addition to taxes, you are duped into paying subscription fees (受信料) to NHK on a false assumption that Article 32 of the Broadcasting Act (放送法) is constitutional. Actually it's totally unconstitutional.
And don't tell me the public broadcaster strictly adheres to Article 83 of the law that prohibits it from running commercials. Actually NHK runs commercials for Apple, Microsoft, Google, Facebook, Twitter, Softbank, NTT DoCoMo, Toyota, Nissan, and the like, and most importantly the government. For allowing these guys to place free adds, the broadcaster is collecting a huge amount of money from the government under the guise of tax appropriation. · read more (31 words)
OUR GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS PRACTICE HERE, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING. BEWARE NO ONE CAN DO THE THINKING ON YOUR BEHALF.
Japan's curve is shown in black in the international comparison of Total Fertility Rate
Amid the nationwide craze over ongoing FIFA World Cup 2014, I've been working on a new post to follow up my argument on the pandemic of premature senility, i.e. juvenile dementia. I'm going to give it a tricky title that goes something like Where I might have wished to belong. This time I'll focus particularly on the Japanese strain of virus that causes the highly infectious mental disease.
Along the way I've reread dozens of poems from Man'yoshu (Collection of Ten Thousand Leaves) and books about the ancient history of this country which I'm inclined to call East Korea. I thought the 13-century-old anthology might be part of the answer.
I can't proceed any faster than a snail because these sumaho-addicted dregs of humanity keep driving me crazy.
Everywhere and around the clock I hear 120 million with childish obsession with national oneness and insatiable desire for international recognition rooting for the Japanese squad with their voices cracked with emotion. It seems the wartime slogan that went, "One hundred million hearts beat as one," as Ian Buruma translates it, still applies 14 years into the 21st century.
When Côte d'Ivoire defeated Japan, they kept saying in concert: "We should have played it more aguresshibu to make us shine before the world. But let bygones be bygones. The next time around we shouldn't hesitate to put an ahrii-kurosu before we reach the baitaru area," and so on and so forth.
It's as though they've forgotten Japan is still placed at the 46th position in the FIFA ranking because of, rather than despite, the generous contribution by taxpayers in the last several decades. I used to play soccer myself. Even today I sometimes enjoy watching young guys have fun playing the game. But to the Japanese, World Cup has absolutely nothing to do with the sport inventive Englishmen started circa 1863.
How I wish Japan's population would further sink to some 12 million from 127 million before my departure from this cultural wasteland so I would see a population density equal to that of the United States.
Around the turn of the century they started saying the single most formidable problem facing their country is its dwindling and graying population as if the issue with the headcount outweighs the quality problem and biological aging matters much more than juvenile dementia. Should it ever be considered true that the larger the population, the larger the nation's vigor, it would take an eternity for China to fall apart. But on this absurd assumption, the Japanese have been willingly footing the tax bills of 2.1 trillion yen (US$ 20.2 billion) every year to fund government's programs centered around the system called "Child Allowances."
As a result, the productivity of these "birthing machines" has slightly picked up from 1.26 to 1.43 in terms of "Total Fertility Rate." But since it's been said the minimum total fertility rate to keep the population flat is 2.07, the improvement by 0.17 percentage points is far from enough to curb the downtrend.
Also there are quite a few brainless pundits in the U.S., as well, who believe in the media's red herring which has its origin in Japan. Ching Chong Chang is one of them. He boldly claims and is widely believed to be well-versed in the Northeast Asian geopolitics.
It's hysterically laughable that the idiot in New Jersey thinks he is a respectable mainstream pundit. But actually those who are practically on Washington's payroll like this guy and equally empty-headed conspiracy cultists who blindly believe in the joke about Illuminati's evil agenda for depopulation are the two wings of the same sick bird.
On the one hand Chang predicted the world's most populous country would collapse in 2011 under its own weight of 1.3 billion people, but on the other he repeatedly urged this blogger in 2005 through 2007 to take up the demographic "crisis" with his audience on the grounds that most other industrialized countries would face more or less the same problem in the foreseeable future.
I wrote a post just out of a sense of obligation to the despicable crisis-monger. I wanted to stop there because it would be a total waste of time to further talk about the false issue. But now the mass-insanity surrounding me has prompted me to look at it from a 180-degree different perspective, i.e. what the causal relationship is between the pandemic of juvenile dementia and the decline in birthrate.
I have concluded by now it isn't my wishful thinking to theorize:
THE FITTEST ARE THE FIRST TO GO EXTINCT IN A DEGENERATING SOCIETY.
That should mean that the Japanese are an endangered species, and the same is more or less true with the Americans.
For my part, more than two years ago, I reluctantly let go of my last girlfriend when her parents, who are some 20 years younger than I, started to worry their daughter was missing her marriageable age. Recently I received a mail from this woman, in which she advised me now she is a mother. Although I had been prepared for all that, it was an added depressant to me.
Earlier today I had a funny dream in the third or fourth installment of my fragmented sleep.
In the dream a smart cookie visited me at a place that looked like a company cafeteria. She had an air that suggested she was fully assimilated into the rotten society dominated by male macaques. She said she came to me to seek my advice on a questionnaire to be used in a survey she was going to conduct next week. When she showed me the draft questionnaire along with the chart embedded in this post, I noticed her questions were all about the Child Allowance program (amounts granted in it, eligibility to be its recipients, etc.) and other measures to make the lives of working mothers easier. Every question was so predictable that I didn't think she could expect an unpredictably creative answer from her pollees.
I said, "Frankly, the most important question is missing here." The woman grudgingly asked: "What would it be?" I explained: "I would try to find out if most women in reproductive age have great difficulty in suppressing their instinctive rejection of the idea of reproducing the same developmental defects their husbands tend to have. I hypothesize that unlike their mentally-neotenyzed mates, they feel deep inside that their role is to contribute to the evolution of the species, if in a small way, and that they wouldn't tolerate the labor pains if ....."
The woman didn't let me finish. She just said, "Mr. Yamamoto, I must be going in a minute. Thank you so much, anyhow." · read more (16 words)
Friday, April 18 2014 @ 08:29 AM CDT
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
OUR GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS PRACTICE HERE, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING. BEWARE NO ONE CAN DO THE THINKING ON YOUR BEHALF. Life is one grand, sweet song, so start the music. - Ronald Reagan
In May last year I kicked off this series of intensive discussions over Creative Evolution. At the beginning I quoted the following passage from Henri Bergson's book to give you a clue to what's at issue in our contentions.
In the animal and in the vegetable world between the generator and the generated, on the canvas which the ancestor passes on, and which his descendants possess in common, each puts his own original embroidery.
Ever since I've singlemindedly talked about the same topic simply because I think it makes a critical difference to my last glimpse of the people and the way I leave them behind to know if we are still evolving forward.
I don't know exactly, but I've spent 30,000-40,000 words, or 150,000-200,000 letters, which is equivalent to 1,000-1,500 tweets in a matter of 12 months. This was a hard labor for a half-bedridden 78-year-old who, at the same time, has to take care of himself for his mere survival.
But I don't think my effort is paying off. Thus far I've failed to bring my audience onto the same page that I opened one year ago. An old proverb goes: "You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink." Every time I uttered the lousy C-word, these smart horses made every possible effort to artfully sidestep it.
I should have known that the topic wasn't just unpopular. In the U.S. and its satellite countries alike, it's the ultimate taboo to mention "creative thinking" (NOTE) especially in the context of man's evolution.
.NOTE: Actually the phrase has an apparent redundancy in it. To think is not to subscribe to, or unsubscribe from someone's opinion, or to converge two different thoughts. You can't really think without thinking creatively.
They treat the phrase like it's a hot potato presumably because of their irresistible reverence to those apes Wynton Marsalis once called noble savages. To these guys the idea of "putting one's own original embroidery on the canvas which the ancestor passes on" arouses a strong feeling of fear.
This is quite natural, if not understandable. Since the canvas has already been worn out into a tattered rag everywhere, you have to visualize a vast greenfield before really getting started with your embroidery. That is not easy when you are still dragging along lots of vested interests in this world.
Your refrigerator, unlike mine, is still filled with food and beverages for the next week. Also unlike me, you are more or less covered with medicare and other benefit programs. And you take it for granted that your life is a going concern which is still reparable. Equally important, your brain has been stuffed with rubbish from childhood indoctrination.
My humble suggestion would be that you better ask yourself some hypothetical questions like:
What if I had no working refrigerator? What if my refrigerator were empty? What if I weren't covered with any welfare program?
If you don't want to look straight into the physiological foundation of your existence like this, the more you complain about injustice inflicted on you, the more you discredit yourself.
Now I've decided to take a different approach to the same question so I won't waste any more time. In this post I'll focus on the issue of dementia: what it really is, what causes it and how it can be cured if it can be cured at all.
Sometimes I compare the oldest U.S. President in office with the youngish incumbent or his even younger predecessor who was nothing but a sexual pervert. The purpose of this exercise is to find out why the American people failed to grab at the golden opportunity for change that momentarily emerged in the greenfield when the Cold War came to an end, and what underlies their pathological obsession with the inert idea that status quo should be preserved at any cost.
Don't take me wrong, however. I don't intend to discuss their political or religious ideologies. An ideology is nothing but a stain of shit that fell on the canvas from a bird that flew by.
In his November 5, 1994 letter to the American people, Ronald Reagan wrote: "I now begin the journey that will lead me into the sunset of my life. I know that for America there will always be a bright dawn ahead."
Not a single American took his wishes seriously.
Anyone who has read Creative Evolution (Henri Bergson) or The Fountain of Age (Betty Friedan) with a certain level of comprehension will agree that in an evolving society, biological aging means maturity, the only enabler of creative thinking. But as the afterglow of the Reagan era is quickly fading away, things have unfolded in a different direction in America, and then in its satellite nations.
It's George W. Bush, Sr. who set off the downward spiral that has lasted a quarter century by now. Millions of Americans were disappointed by Bush although they didn't notice he was suffering a certain type of senile dementia. That should mean the President was just mirroring the voters. They should have known it could never be the other way around.
The empty-headed American people thought they had to rejuvenate the leadership of their country in cul-de-sac while actually they should have thought about rejuvenating themselves. As a result America's intellectual decline has further accelerated and now it seems irreversible.
I know not a few of them are inclined to call their immature leaders psychopaths. But it's laughable to see hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of "awakened" people call their own reflections in the mirror that way. Actually, the derogatory appellation is an undeserved compliment. The word psycho has a connotation that subtly suggests he has a relatively high level of intelligence that enables him to think creatively. Vladimir Putin, for one, may be a psycho. But the Russian president thinks and acts so creatively as to make Obama look like an idiot which is what he actually is.
The only words I can think of to describe the Black Kenyan Monkey or any other post-Reagan President are premature senility, i.e. juvenile dementia.
On May 5, 1951 Douglas MacArthur testified at a joint committee of the Senate about his experience with these neotenized Japanese. He said: "Measured by the standards of modern civilization, [a Japanese adult] would be like a boy of twelve as compared with our development of 45 years." The general would be surprised if he learned practically all American adults now look like their Japanese counterparts.
There are more than a dozen types of dementia, including those induced by Alzheimer's disease, vascular diseases and Parkinsonism. According to the Alzheimer's Disease International, a de facto branch of the World Health Organization, there are 101 million people worldwide who are suffering Alzheimer's and other types of dementia. The ADI warns the number is expected to almost triple to 277 million by 2050.
As anyone with commonsense will agree, all the figures were invented out of thin air by these bastards who are suffering serious dementia themselves.
For one thing it hasn't crossed their minds that they shouldn't exclude those under 60 from their survey. Their cross-sectional analyses and forecasts mean absolutely nothing because they were based on the absurd assumption that you suddenly develop dementia when you turn 60 years of age. It is true they sometimes talk about infant dementia. But they never talk about "juvenile dementia" for an obvious reason.
I see another flaw there in the fact that they have never defined the symptoms very precisely. The generally accepted description of dementia in general goes like this: it is symptomized by a progressive, and often irreversible, deterioration of cognitive faculties including memory. Loss of memory in itself isn't a big deal. We all forget a thing or a person we don't think is worth memorizing. That's why memory is sometimes restorable. But as to the other symptoms, especially the inability to judge what should be memorized and what can be forgotten, the dim-witted researchers at ADI didn't think they should have been much more specific in that respect.
Etymologically, dementia is taken from a Latin word, originally meaning madness. But madness means nothing in the world where people call each other a madman. That leaves the American Psychiatric Association as the only source of supposedly reliable information about the specific symptoms. Now let's take a listen to those shrinks at APA who now give the mental illness a fancy name "Neurocognitive Disorder."
Its Diagnostic and Statistical Manual 5th Edition (DSM-5) goes like this:
"[major/minor dementia shows] evidence of significant/modest cognitive decline from a previous level of performance in one or more cognitive domains — such as complex attention, executive function, learning, memory, language, perceptual-motor or social cognition."
DSM-5 goes on to elaborate on its criteria:
In general dementia involves: ● Trouble recalling recent events or recognizing people and places, ● Trouble finding the right words, Problems planning and carrying out tasks, such as balancing a checkbook, following a recipe, or writing a letter, ● Trouble exercising judgment, such as knowing what to do in an emergency, ● Trouble controlling moods or behaviors, ● Depression which is common, and often entails agitation or aggression, ● Not keeping up personal care such as grooming or bathing, and blah, blah, blah.
It kindly adds: "It is important to know that memory loss can be caused by conditions other than dementia, such as depression, and that those conditions can be treated. Also, occasional trouble with memory (such as briefly forgetting someone's name) can be a normal part of aging. But if you are worried about memory loss or if a loved one has memory loss that is getting worse, see your doctor."
All this joke is what the empty-headed shrinks think is a scientific description of the mental illness. Actually it only serves as the valid diagnostic criteria for apes with cognitive failure. That is an unmistakable sign that they are also degenerating to the proximity of the ape with their cognitive faculties also afflicted with "neurocognitive disorder."
As is the case with American shrinks, you always assume that the loss of creativity results from dementia. But as usual you are turning the causal relationship upside down. Actually it's the loss of the ability of creative thinking that causes dementia.
Now I have concluded that if the ADI had used the longitudinal method and based its statistics on scientific criteria, it must have come up with a "ballpark" figure at least 20-30 times larger than 101 million. Although both ADI and APA constantly mix up different types of dementia, I tentatively exclude Alzheimer's and Parkinson's from my estimate.
My father Mineo Yamamoto in his mid-50s
The same person in his mid-70s
My father Mineo Yamamoto was an extraordinarily intransigent person in his pursuit of innovative ideas, until he mellowed out around the time he turned 70. He hated conformism more than anything else because he believed it's the surest way to mediocrity. For that trait he was hated or even feared by the people he was associated with, just like his son is today.
He couldn't refrain from showing his contempt for the double of the phantom until he became a living corpse himself. But when he was to be decorated by Emperor Hirohito in 1973, my mother dragged him along to the Imperial Palace.
Likewise he couldn't conceal his disdain for medical doctors. Every time someone talked about medicine, he never failed to say: "Look, medicine is not a science." I think he was absolutely right. In recent years computer-aided diagnoses and treatments are commonplace. And yet medicine by and large remains more of a superstition than a science as a result of its total cartelization.
Once again it's his wife who forced him to see doctors when his loss of alertness had become apparent. One of them gave him two separate diagnoses: Parkinson's and Alzheimer's. Most probably the doc was wrong. Today his illness would be diagnosed as PDD (Parkinson's disease-induced dementia.)
I've already outlived my father by 2 years by now. It can't be helped. But now I'm fully determined not to outlive my ability to think and act creatively. The last thing I would do while alive is to vegetate like most of you do.
As I said in earlier paragraphs, loss of memory, in itself, is not a big deal. But since it's "the earliest and most noticeable symptom" (DSM-5) when I become unable to memorize what should not be forgotten, I routinely examine my memory in many ways. One of the self-testing methods I use is to sing songs. Although my voice has already grown too hoarse to sing these lovely tunes, say, on YouTube, I still remember, word for word, lyrics of dozens of songs, such as ones written by Lorenz Hart, Lew Brown, Johnny Burke, Sammy Cahn and Mack Gordon, et al.
When it comes to the ability of creative thinking, I know it's not that easy to maintain it until the second-to-last day of my life, so I can prepare myself for a creative death. But I'm still confident that I am not really done for yet.
Like tango it takes two to be creative. For one thing a (potentially) creative blogger needs a (potentially) creative audience. But now I know that is asking for the moon; most visitors to this website are like eunuchs who untiringly sing the self-pitiful blues instead of the "grand, sweet song." So it's all the more true that I need an un-assimilated young woman to carry through a creative life.
In 2007, then Minister of Health, Labor and Welfare stirred up a big controversy when he likened women to birthing machines which were expected to be more productive. Although his slip of the tongue cost him his post, he was uncharacteristically telling the truth. In this country, every potent man uses a woman to reproduce his stupidity, and calls it a conjugal love.
For my part I have never used a woman that way. I let go of my last date more than two years ago. Yet I believe I can build a creative, if not productive, relationship with someone new.
One month or so ago I received an invitation to a jazz concert from my disowned son. His band was going to give the concert in downtown Tokyo. He knows I think the jazz he does with his colleagues is nothing but a fake, but at the same time he knows I'm enthusiastic about mixing with potentially creative young musicians, especially with this talented female trumpeter.
I accepted his invitation on the condition that I would be entitled to the privilege of free admission and that all the transportation cost be reimbursable. Then I took a long round-trip braving the health risk to be involved in the 2.5-hour train rides and 1-hour walks in between.
I refer to this lady just as Satomi, one of the most common feminine names. She was born and brought up in Rikuzentakata-shi, a small city in Iwate Prefecture which is said to have been wiped off the map by the tsunami of March 11, 2011.
As usual Satomi opted to spend with me most of the 30-minute intermission and some more time after the concert to update me on her troubled life and musical career where she is not really on a roll.
To that concert she had brought along two grandpas - one was her step-grandfather and the other was her biologically paternal grandpa. According to her, the biological grandpa was told by his doctor that he had only two months to live. Now he had left his hometown in Iwate to spend his last days with his beloved granddaughter in her Tokyo apartment. He kept saying he wanted to share all the joy of life with her. She explained that's why she'd invited him to the concert.
To make her living, Satomi plays the trumpet as the member of a dance band that appears every third day in a Tokyo ballroom. But she finds it extremely boring to do tangos, rumbas and waltzes all the time. That's why she takes part every time my son throws a gig. From the beginning Satomi knew it won't earn her a single yen. She expects something other than money from the nonprofessional activity. In that respect, however, she seems to feel largely underexploited by my son as the band leader.
Satomi wasn't very explicit about it, but I thought I should do the best I can for her, though only in a small way. For instance I have already resumed regular contact with the bastard I shouldn't have fathered to have more influence on his way to manage the band.
Now I'm contented with the grandfatherly role she gives me. The bright lady with an exceptional grace and charm is the last bastion of my commitment to making my life still worth living.
Aside from taking these precautions against senile dementia, I think I should also keep myself on full alert against the Japan-particular strain of virus that causes premature senility. It's even more infectious than any other type.
I think Satomi and I were born in the wrong country. In Japan essentially the same thing is happening as in the U.S. And yet, there is something that makes me feel the word dementia doesn't fit very well into the weird behavioral patterns of these Japanese runts with serious developmental defects. While "dementia" implies that you have lost what was once there, that is not the case with them.
The only alternative word I can think of is "infantilism," which more often than not requires a qualifier "paraphiliac." Each one of the following phenomena speaks for itself:
● The entire population here is hooked on the digital altar which has become portable now. So many mobile phone users play games or make a search for tips on them while in the bathroom or bedroom. ● Tens of thousands of people still fall victim to a cheap trick of Ore-Ore Sagi (it's me, it's me scam) every year. The amount of defrauded money has leveled off at 40-50 billion yen and doesn't show the slightest sign of coming down despite the anti-scam campaign across the nation and around the clock. This simply means that in this country you've got to be mentally retarded or criminal, or both, to be able to make a fortune big enough to share with others. ● Amid the deluge of Manga, the 127 million people from the Prime Minister to company executives to university professors to winos and homeless purchased 968 million copies of comic books in 2011. ● The inundation of sexual perversion such as pedophilia, lingerie theft and voyeurism won't subside anytime soon. Just for instance, in 2012 Takuma Okura, then CEO of IBM Japan and a right-hand man to Luis Gerstner, former Chairman of IBM Hq., had to step down from the prestigious, high-paying position when he got caught for his childish act of voyeurism at a JR train station. Believe it or not, this isn't an isolated incident in the nation afflicted with mental neoteny. ● Recently practically all shrinks enthusiastically recommend what they call the Karuta therapy to counter the overall deterioration of cognitive abilities. "Karuta" derives from the Portuguese word "Carta" but it's the name of a Japanese card game solely meant for kids.
No wonder the Americans stubbornly believe Japan is the showcase of the greatest success in their longtime pursuits of nation-building outside their own country. · read more (52 words)
Wednesday, April 09 2014 @ 09:09 AM CDT
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
OUR GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS PRACTICE HERE, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING. BEWARE YOU CAN'T EXPECT SOMEONE TO DO THE THINKING ON YOUR BEHALF.
Left: Galileo Galilei defended himself at the Holy Office of the Catholic Church in 1633. Right: Yesterday a shyster named Hideo Miki made his client Haruko Obokata apologize before the big crowd of news reporters.
Owners of Japanese restaurant chain Senba Kitcho
Hideo Miki who staged the above ritual
HIDEO MIKI (三木秀夫) is one of those shameless shysters who are only good at spotting an ambulance and chasing after it. It's only late Tuesday night that I learned now Dr. Haruko Obokata is his client and she would be accompanied by the lawyer in her first public appearance in more than two months at a press conference scheduled for the Wednesday afternoon.
Apparently Miki visited her at the hospital where she was staying. There it must have been a piece of cake for him to dupe the greenhorn on the verge of nervous breakdown into signing the fraudulent retainer agreement.
A famous Japanese restaurant chain named Senba Kitcho is one of the most important clients of Miki Legal Office presumably since last November when its shops were raided over false labeling of some menu items and reusing the leftovers from previous customers. At that time Miki instructed the owner of the restaurant chain (the kimono-clad hag in the photo) to offer tearful apologies to the big crowd of people before taking a specific legal action.
That means that his modus operandi is to stage a typical ritual for tentative apologies before getting started with the substantive dispute over which party is more at fault, and only then ask for some leniency. This always works in this country where anyone in trouble automatically chooses to follow the same procedure. But it's a different story when it comes to a scientific matter.
I hastily looked around for his mail address but it was already 13 hours before the press conference when I found it. I quickly warned Miki about the following two points:
- You should never tell your client to offer apologies before the media crew. The moment she takes a bow, she loses her case. There's nothing in common between the STAP contention and the menu scandal. - You should keep in mind that there is not much legal implication in the Obokata affair because only scientists can take care of science. The only thing you can help your client with is to seek a decent settlements with her current employer RIKEN, e.g. on the severance pay and compensation for defamation.
NOTE: According to a tabloid, the contract between Obokata and RIKEN was tentatively renewed on April 1 pending the final verdict. But she should know it's very unlikely that her authority as a unit leader can be fully restored. And even if she is fully reinstated, her research activities will be shackled by the corporate culture which is now even more fearful of making mistakes. Also it's been said that her alma mater Waseda University hints at the possibility to revoke her doctorate in the worst case.
I knew Miki wouldn't have replied even if I'd sent the mail one day earlier. The parasite certainly knows he would be out of work if he heeded my humble advice.
Actually during the televised 2-hour conference, the developmental biologist took a deep bow to the big crowd at least five times. Each time she repeated the same words: "I feel awfully sorry for causing all this trouble because of the lack of discipline on my part, the faulty way I presented the results of our experiments, and my immaturity as a professional researcher." It looks as though she didn't understand her former colleagues and bosses are more ill-disciplined and more immature. She should have known it's these eunuchs that caused all this mess.
In between Obokata stood firm with her method to create STAP cells. But who would believe in the story and the data supporting it given by someone who deprecates herself like this?
Without a doubt, the Japanese are the world's most gullible people. But this afternoon those present at the congregation had all of a sudden turned into the world's most skeptical people while their brains still remained empty. Not a single interrogator sounded like having expertise in forensic science or a minimal computer literacy, let alone developmental biology.
At one point Obokata said in response to a question to the effect that she has successfully created STAP cells more than 200 times. She added that she isn't alone in ascertaining the method proved workable. Totally unconvinced, the questioner said, "Will you please name one, but yourself, who has succeeded in creating STAP cells?" After a moment's hesitation, Obokata declined to comply. I am sure Dr. Charles A. Vacanti of Harvard Medical School was among the names she could barely swallow.
Now practically all commentators are saying Obokata virtually admitted to fabricating her story when she declined to name a single researcher who has created STAP cells.
I'm not good at speculating. But I think now it's increasingly obvious from the nation-wide witch-hunt that SHINYA YAMANAKA (山中伸弥), now the emperor reigning over Japan's regenerative medicine, is doing a dirty trick from behind the curtain. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in 2012 for the discovery of the proprietary method to create iPS cells. Since the STAP method is something that will eclipse the discovery by Yamanaka and his colleagues in many ways, the Nobel laureate has a good reason to try hard to defend his vested interests against the threat posed by STAP cells.
There is another factor to the difficulty facing the rebels in cell biology. Nature Publishing Group has its Japanese subsidiary named Nature Japan whose annual sales were in the neighborhood of 3.2 billion yen as of 2012. If you take a peek at its customer list, you will notice RIKEN is among the biggest clients for Nature Japan. Also you will learn the quasi-governmental research institute, which is 2/3 funded with taxpayers' money here, is paying more than 70 million yen every year to Nature's subsidiary.
So far the group's headquarters in the U.K. has remained on the sidelines without giving a helping hand Haruko Obokata is dying for. That indicates that it hasn't realized it now faces the moment of truth.
As I said to someone sitting in the London office a couple of days ago, it's time something must be done by Nature if the publisher wants to preserve its prestigious status as an independent scientific journal. I suggested a couple of specific steps to be taken to that end.
In the meantime, Hideo Miki will have a rosy future thanks to these self-deprecating people who are conveyed in the ambulance to his office one after another. He will never realize Obokata has to defend herself just like Galileo did when the ailing 70-year-old was summoned to the Catholic Church.
This is also reminiscent of Seiji Ozawa, former music director of the Boston Symphony Orchestra (1973-2002.) In 1962 Ozawa was ostracized by the NHK Symphony Orchestra, and thus by the entire music world of the country. At that time he never thought about hiring an attorney or offering apologies to the government-owned broadcaster. He just left his home country. It's the NHK that apologized on its knees, 32 years later, for having kicked out the exceptionally gifted musician. The Maestro already knew when he was in his mid-20s that no one but himself could help him out of the jam.
Once again this sends me back to the same question: "Are we still evolving forward or are we quickly degenerating?" Actually I was working on a new post in which to discuss the same question from a different angle - "juvenile dementia." Hopefully I'll be able to upload it before long. · read more (265 words)
Thursday, March 13 2014 @ 07:55 AM CDT
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
OUR GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS DO HERE, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING.
POSTSCRIPT TO OBOKATA UPDATE (April 4):
On Friday I wrote a mail to Dr. Charles A. Vacanti, professor at Harvard Medical School and one of the coauthors of the STAP papers in question, to suggest he not pull the plug on Haruko Obokata. One hour ago, he quickly got back to me. I take the liberty to publish his reply below here.
"Thank you. The studies presented were stellar. Although some formatting errors were made, I think that they were sincere mistakes, and not done to intentionally mislead. I believe that the science was not affected by these errors and that the conclusions are correct. CAV" OBOKATA UPDATE (April 2):
Yesterday Ryoji Noyori, Nobel laureate and president of quasi-governmental research organization RIKEN (PHOTO 1) offered sincere apologies for the "research misconduct" allegedly committed by Haruko Obokata (PHOTO 2) in the research papers on STAP cells she coauthored with her colleagues.
Since I'm completely in the dark about cell biology, I can't tell exactly what the Nobel-winning scum apologized for on behalf of the ambitious researcher. And yet I know for sure what's going on behind the curtain. The reason these old sadists gang up so mercilessly on her is just because they think the nail that tries very hard to stick out must be hammered down without fail.
News reports have it that the young researcher, who had been gagged while the in-house probe into "irregularities" was going on behind closed doors, now expressed her resolve to fight back against the witch-hunt of the 21st century. Her lone battle has only just begun.
I listen to myself. If you trust your inner sense of sound, you create something that is truer. It is like communicating from the heart. Losing my hearing was a gift from God. - Mamoru Samuragochi, in a 2001 interview by TIME magazine in which the interviewer touted him as "Japan's Beethoven."
[By the way] I've never felt he was deaf ever since we met. We carry on normal conversations. - Takashi Niigaki, a music lecturer, added when he came forward to admit he'd ghost-written every "masterpiece" of Japan's Beethoven, including Symphony No. 1 dedicated to the Hiroshima victims.
You are taunting the history of cell biology. - an e-mail the British scientific journal Nature sent to Japanese researcher Haruko Obokata, when turning down her first submissions of paper on STAP (stimulus-triggered acquisition of pluripotency) cells.
At first no one believed in me. I thought about quitting time and again, crying countless nights. - Dr. Haruko Obokata, at the news that Nature had reversed its previous assessments.
What I wrote in my previous post all comes down to this:
A truth-seeker is the worst type of truth-denier.
Like a fake Buddhist monk, he seems to believe truth dwells in pain. Simply this is ridiculous because a fatal logical flaw, which is noticeable even to a kindergarten kid, is involved there.
Believe it or not, I've never been a truth-denier myself because I know it is even more painful to stick my head in the sand. And yet I'm not interested in the truth-seeking game, either. The following are some of the reasons.
Firstly there's no such thing as a universal truth that can be shared equally among two or more nations or individuals. It takes imperialist's arrogance to deny a truth can never be true when looked at from the other side. For instance, the inevitable collapse of the American empire is a dream coming true for other peoples, especially East Asians except these yellow Yankees.
The Americans, in general, view the world which is no longer revolving around their country, standing on their heads. That's why they never understand that if the West is doomed, it's a long-awaited daybreak for the East.
Some ten years ago I shared a big lobster with my date at a seafood restaurant in Sydney. No sooner had we come back to the hotel than she fell sick and couldn't get up until the next morning. All along I was so in good shape that I might have gone golfing, by myself, as we had originally planned together. The Aussie doc explained to me: "This always happens because poison never travels evenly in a living organism."
Obviously he was talking about the lobster. But my interpretation was that the same applies to human society; the implication of any event largely varies from one individual to another.
Secondly, we've already suffered more than enough from the truth of the American century. There's no reason, whatsoever, for us to ask for more.
I've known since my early childhood that treasure (or pleasure) hunting is what my life should be all about. It's an irony but my Epicurean trait is attributable to the abnormally Spartan way my father educated me. Now I believe an ascetic attitude toward life is not only meaningless but also harmful.
My way of using the search engine, therefore, is 180-degrees different from yours. To me the cyberspace is little more than a huge fact sheet which serves primarily as a free dictionary or encyclopedia, with the only exception of audio/visual websites.
In 2001, a U.S. film was released under the title of Serendipity. I think not a few people looked up the unfamiliar word in the dictionary. There they found out that as the filmmaker suggested it means "(the faculty of making) a fortunate discovery by accident." Misled by the wrong definition, these credulous and intellectually lazy people concluded the word is roughly synonymous with "windfall" you just come upon without making a painstaking effort.
I already knew what serendipity means. When I was in my late-teens I learned about the same idea in the context of Plato's epistemology and Kierkegaard's "forward recollection," although the two thinkers didn't use the word serendipity. But after watching the cheap "romantic comedy," I made a web search to look into its etymology.
From a Wikipedia entry, I learned that an Englishman named Horace Walpole wrote in 1754 to his friend to the effect that he coined the word from the Persian fairy tale "The Three Princes of Serendip," in which "the heroes were always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things they were not in quest of." (Emphasis mine.) In short, serendipity takes both good luck and some mental effort.
A truth-seeker's problem lies in the obvious fact that any preconceived search criteria won't work. If he already knows the answer, there's no point in seeking it while if he doesn't know the answer, he doesn't know what question to ask, either. A hunter of pleasant truth faces the same dilemma in his quest for something really creative. That's why I always let serendipity guide me especially when I do my video-mining exercise.
YouTube was a rich reservoir of creativity until Google acquired it from these young entrepreneurs, Steve Chen, et al. But now it looks like a vast graveyard of civilization. For instance, the moment you upload a video in which your Pomeranian does a funny trick, as my disowned son used to be doing, tens of millions of idiots come to view it. Now a creative video is a real rarity. But with my serendipity-guided search method, I can distinguish art from crap, science from superstition, or philosophy from delusion.
In December I found an 11-year-old jazz organist named Neo Yamada (photo on the top.) I saw in this gifted kid an audio-visual confirmation that as is true with treasure-hunters, serendipity is an integral element when you are working on the embodiment of your creativity into an artistic performance or technological achievement. It takes serendipity for two contradictory attributes, spontaneity and discipline, to meet in a same person. Discipline with which to pay due respect to tradition is not really a rarity here, but in this cultural wasteland you seldom come across spontaneity which isn't contaminated by impurities from commercialism, nationalism or anything that has nothing to do with art or technology.
The chord progression called "12-bar minor blues" isn't my type of music. But it was a real blessing that I stumbled on Neo's excellent performance.
I think it makes little sense to tell you exactly how I landed at this video because the way to exercise sagacity varies from person to person. But to make a long story short, I've been in touch, though off and on, with half-a-dozen female musicians, including one professional vocalist in the last ten years. I've had a lot of discussions with them over the chromatic scale, fine articulations particular to jazz, etc. I came upon the particular artist when I was looking around for videos featuring Harry Warren's "There Will Never Be Another You" to recommend to a lady who plays the trumpet in the band organized by my biological son. Had it not been for this background, I might have overlooked Neo as just yet another prodigy.
My serendipity method also helps deselect rubbish from Japanese male "artists."
Westerners, especially Americans, are always looking eastward for handy alternatives in the face of the ruin of their traditional value system. What if I had carelessly keyed in a set of keywords such as "japanese music fukushima hiroshima" as they often do? Then I would certainly have hit this small-time crook named Mamoru Samuragochi (photo in the center) and his "masterpiece" Symphony No.1 which was originally dedicated to the Hiroshima victims and now re-dedicated to those who suffered from the Fukushima disaster. This is how an American truth-seeker is often taken in by Oriental rubbish.
I'm glad I could avoid wasting my limited time with yet another fake thanks to my intuition-guided search method.
When the obscure music teacher named Takashi Niigaki came forward to cough it up, his confession ignited a public outcry especially among "classical music lovers" who bought 220,000 copies of the CD featuring Symphony No.1. But actually this is not a big deal. The only crime Samuragochi committed is the collection of the disability pension from the goofs in Yokohama City Hall for his feigned deafness almost for two decades. There's nothing wrong with using a friend's name with his consent or outsourcing one's task to someone else.
If this farce should still be called a fraud, the main perpetrators are TIME magazine that dubbed him "the Japanese Beethoven" in 2001 and NHK that deified the petty thief taking a cue from TIME. Now that the Japanese Beethoven finally revealed himself, the government-owned broadcaster has started playing dumb as it has always been doing since August 1945 every time a deity was exposed as fake.
Just imagine what would happen if a forensic expert revealed that one of the masterpieces previously credited to Ludwig van Beethoven was actually composed by someone else. Of course that wouldn't affect the way real music lovers appreciate it. But in Japan, the moment it was revealed Niigaki was the real composer, every piece of music released under the name of Samuragochi turned into rubbish which is what it actually is. This, alone, is telling evidence that entire Japanese culture is fake.
Admittedly my serendipity-guided search method is not flawless. One week or so before the revelation, another intriguing news broke out about a young cell biologist named Haruko Obokata (photo at the bottom.) Until then her name meant absolutely nothing to me.
Just like the Japanese Beethoven was lifted out of obscurity by the stupid interviewer at TIME magazine, Obokata's recognition came just after the British scientific journal Nature published the paper Obokata coauthored with Charles Vacanti, Professor at Harvard Medical School, and some other fellow researchers. But her dethronement came much sooner than Samuragochi's deposition.
Although I'm interested in the idea of initializing human cells, I'm completely in the dark about cell biology. So I can't tell for sure if there were "fatal" foul plays in the way Obokata and her colleagues handled their experimental data. And yet what's going on right now is somewhat familiar to me. Time and again I've experienced this for most of my adulthood, and until the last days of my eight-decade-long life.
Vacanti, one of the coauthors of the article in question still maintains he doesn't agree to the proposed withdrawal of the paper because as he told a Yomiuri reporter a couple of days ago, "some mistakes were made, but they don't affect the conclusions" about STAP (stimulus-triggered acquisition of pluripotency) cells.
But the pleasantly ambitious and Moomin-loving cell biologist with jovial eyes in her roundish face is now having a hard time as these jealous old boys in 日本再生医療学会 (Nihon Saisei Iryo Gakkai or the Japanese Society of Regenerative Medicine) have started to gang up, first insidiously and then openly, on the researcher, on the pretext that Japan's credibility is now in jeopardy because of the "defective" paper. They include Nobel Laureate-turned emperor of the JSRM Shinya Yamanaka and Professor at Yamanashi University Teruhiko Wakayama who posed as a wholehearted supporter of Obokata when she came under the spotlight.
Wasting no time, the media followed suit and are now chastising Obokata as if they weren't touting her as a heroine as recently as two weeks ago.
She has fallen silent in recent weeks. Today (March 14) a joint statement was released by the names of the members of her team at the quasi-governmental organization named RIKEN. It said to the effect that they have decided to agree to the withdrawal of the article because so many people have found defects in their way of compiling the paper.
Obokata must have learned a bitter lesson that she should first and foremost represent Nippon before representing herself as a cell biologist or whatever she wants to be, in this dead country where people never fail to mercilessly hammer down a nail that sticks out. Yet I hope in her next public appearance she won't offer apologies before the TV cameras as Samuragochi and Niigaki did in their recent press conferences.
This is yet another reminder of the case with Maestro Seiji Ozawa. In 1961 he was ostracized by NHK just because the young guy had acted like himself. Only after he got certificates from Herbert von Karajan and Leonard Bernstein, the gifted musician was re-imported accepting apologies from NHK. Now he was finally enshrined here as the emperor of Japan's classical music. He was fortunate because the late Hideo Saito, Ozawa's first music teacher, kept encouraging him to stick to his unique style even after he was kicked out of their home country. Unlike Professor Yamanaka, Saito never betrayed Ozawa in his lifetime.
This is also reminiscent of my own experience with Gordon G. Chang and his agent. They were desperately trying to keep my heretical view at bay. Instead of pointing out possible logical flaws in my argument, they enthusiastically nitpicked over my "run-on" sentences and minor grammatical errors.
By now the dreg of humanity in New Jersey should have retracted all his baloney about China heading for collapse by 2011 and Japan once again overtaking China, GDP-wise, by 2013. But with feigned ignorance of the fact that corrections, apologies and refunds of royalty income are already long overdue, the shameless crisis-monger is now talking about Asia's 1937 Syndrome.
Perfection is one thing and integrity is quite another. And the pursuit of perfection cannot be a goal for a self-motivated individual like Neo or Obokata. That means creative people is totally defenseless before establishment which knows very well where to find their weak spot. Most of the time an exceptional talent is ruined outright, or subtly incorporated over time into the society of conventionalists and conformists.
.Here's a creativity test for you.
How would you cope with the situation if the Internet connection was totally disrupted in your country because the entire infrastructure had been destroyed by a full-fledged war or a gigantic earthquake and there was no prospect of recovery in sight?
You would say, "I'm too busy to discuss such an unrealistic situation. You are crazy." You bet I am. But don't forget you are crazier. This situation is a reality for billions of people in underdeveloped countries. And even in industrialized countries not a few people are exposed to the same threat everyday. I, for one, will get totally disconnected the moment my ailing PC goes dead because I have no money to replace it and I have no Sumaho as a backup device.
What you actually want to say is: "I don't want to use my brain if there's no monetary award at stake. And to begin with I'm not sure if I still have one." So my call for papers is meant only for those who can make believe I'm offering $1 million for the most creative idea. · read more (38 words)