I know a Chinese woman here named Rika. She’s actually quite beautiful, but I try to avoid her – mainly because I always have this sneaking suspicion she is trying to sell me something. Regardless, I respect her. After all, she’s a successful Chinese person in Japan, and that’s not easy. I think the picture on the left explains a bit of the reason why.
I was walking down Akihabara when I noted it. You don’t see a lot of Chinese-language signs in that part of town. I stopped to take a look and noted a smaller Japanese version nearby. Turns out it is a warning not to sell copied or foreign editions of software. Of course, right across from the sign was a store with wholesome Japanese owners, selling Nintendo DS card readers that have no real purpose except to aid in violating copyright.
Despite what the apologists will say, the presence of a Chinese sign warning about the punishment for a crime is a not-so-subtle clue about the mindset of the surrounding people. When I asked Rika how she deals with it, she told me simply that she wanted to succeed to prove them wrong. Maybe it’s because I understand that mindset that I respect her.







Asahi front page today had the normal depressing articles – and one that really interested me. Apparently, Aso Taro is talking to Obama about selling bullet trains to the US. I understand that there are a lot of regulatory problems involving the US railroad system, but this is definitely a step in the right direction. (SO SOLLY BOMBARDIER)
Everyone who knows me knows that I have a very large collection of Transformers at home. (yes, I am embarassed by the fact). A friend of mine noted that, and picked up a copy of Transformers Generations for me. It is a wonderful piece of work, with a lot of great pictures of upcoming releases in Japan, including some pretty sweet pictures of Alternity Optimus Prime (who transforms into a Nissan GTR)
His trailer has been replaced with an iPod dock, and his colours have been replaced with a ridiculously bright red and yellow colour scheme. It is quite fitting, considering the ridiculous fashions that survive and prosper among the japanese boy bands.