Archive for May, 2009


Long Lost Hanami Video

May 27, 2009


Originally uploaded by mizimoo

Hanami or flower gazing is such a delicious time of the year.
Admittedly it triggered this fit of sun enduced debaucery that will soon have to come to an end but it was just so beautiful – lying under the cherry blossoms with friends or alone by the Castle.
This small creek, an old Japanese man informed me, was the best spot on the whole of Miajima Island.
I think he was right.


Humidity, Art school and Too.Much.Party.

May 26, 2009
Well it’s bloody hot once again. Today, I glanced up at the big Olympus clock that dominates the intersection of Aioi and Chuo Dori and sure enough…there it was. Bloody Buggering 28 degrees. In May.

Another wonderful summer to look forward to but I’m deadly terrified about the heat…It sneaks up on you…like hideous menstrual cramps … you can never remember what the hell they feel like when you don’t have them but once you do. Fuck it stings. I was dyyyyyying today, I had to seek out the cool air conditioned halls of the Prefectural Art Museum for solace. Rodin sculptures make me happy.

So…big things are a foot. Not only have I now finished 3 seasons of Battlestar Gallactica (Don’t ask…and don’t watch if you haven’t and are a sci fi geek like me….you’ll be bloody addicted). No, but really first order of business is that I had some more writing published (hurrah! Sanity and sense of self may be slowly being eroded in Japan but at least I can churn out a good yarn!)

Livejournal has been around now for ten years and I was asked to extend upona journal entry I wrote; make it a wee bit more coherent and now it’s a sort of a short story really and in a real book and everythink.

So if you want to read the story you can buy the book from the publisher or through the US Amazon site. I’l post the details when I get more through.

I haven’t been taking too many photos recently…It’s been bad of me. In fact – I haven’t been doing very much apart from walking around hungover or drinking. After my months of hibernation all winter I’ve been getting a bit spring fevered and the lure of cider and parks inevitably turns into an Izakaya and then snorting vodka off a bar at 10 am in the morning.

So, here are some oldies:

Tokyo looking terrible and Matrix-like

Tokyo looking terrible and Matrix-like.

More settled times are to come though because … I’ve decided to apply to do an Art Foundation course. Yes, that right I am officially going to be the most uselessly educated person in the world (not that that’s a bad thing.) A Degree in philosophy and literature and then in art foundation. Ah well – it’s what I want to do and there’s no time like the present to do it. I don’t expect to get a career out of it (Don’t want a career actually, whilst we’re at it).

I’m going to have to dedicate some serious time to getting my portfolio up to scratch, the majority of it is littered across various cities across the UK but it shouldn’t be too hard to get together.

Well – an utterly dull dull deadly dull post of factual material and old photographs, forgive me – I’ll leave you with this photograph of the cities’ most prominent landmark looking beautiful last winter. My couch surfing friend let me play with his camera and helped me take night photos. Wish I had that camera now, I’ve nearly saved up enough….just got to get through my Korean Holiday first and then we’ll see where we are.

I love Hiroshima and I love you!




Stones stacked up in a line…

May 21, 2009

A few weeks ago I wrote a long, rambling quasi-essay about Feminism, Japan and me.

oooo look - moss in a rambling trieste about apt.

A few hours later, looking back on what I’d written I felt it looked like the long-winded ramblings of a bloated and lazy mind.


Worst of all – it seemed to fit neatly into every narrow stereotype I’ve heard about “myself” since I came to Japan…

It left me disappointed to say the least, questioning my previously strong grasp of what I imagined were the machinations of misogyny, inequality and bias. I seemed to have become, quite unconsciously, the embodiment of every construct and every caricature ever told about’women’.

 I couldn’t tell if it was because I had never been so implicated in a culture rooted in misogynistic and unequal discourses…or if it was because these ‘discources’ were actually just truthful portraits on what can happen to a person if left to their own devices for too long.

But, the moon still shines every night in yellowed smudges onto the waters of Hiroshima Castle. The whole world seems to keep moving even if I continue to not have a clue where I’m going or what I’m doing. And more so, I’m bloody enjoying every single second of it of late.


My parents came, stayed for three weeks and then they left.

Do you like the photos?

The funny thing has been that the pangs of wanting to go home have subsided. I really miss my parents and Caroline, Alex, Jack, Rupert – oh bugger it – you all know who you are, I don’t need to name you. But i just don’t want to go home, I want you here instead!


Not much else to say tonight,

It’s getting late after all.

Love, Mizichan