Archive for July, 2006

Jul 09 2006

Indian phone sex……

Bet that title got your attention!

Took me a while, but I finally had to deal with an Indian call center this evening. In the process of setting up my computer here, I had to update my Norton Software and anti virus protection. As software companies are wont to do, they no longer offered technical support for an upgrade to my 2003 software, but I could purchase a 2006 software package for the low, low, price of 49.95. So I did.

However in the process of installing it, I came across some HUGE problems getting the down loaded program to install right. Looked at the web site. Tried to get things right by uninstalling everything Norton on the hard drive. Finally, I admitted defeat and called their customer service line. The lady on the other end had a very pronounced Indian accent, so I can only assume it was someone in Banglore or some other such place.

And she showed me how to get the pesky Norton stuff on the machine and the downloads re-installed. That at least made the pesky security alerts go away!

However I could not help but think about the person on the other end of the line. Where did she live? Was she wearing a Sari? (I doubt it…..). Red Spot on her forehead? Nice …….(fill in the blank..)? How many people applied to get her call center job? How many Indians did not make the cut and are still econmically disenfranchised?

Make no mistake about it, for all the talk about a “new India” its built on a rocky foundation. Namely the perpetuation of a “permanent” underclass that of about 350 million who will work cheaply and allow India to be able to continue to undercut its Western and progressive Asian competion. Its what seperates America from the “rising” countries where American businessmen have exported American jobs.

Then again, at least she fixed my computer…………..

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Jul 08 2006

Choices…….

Moving sucks! Just had to get that out of the way, because it does. However, in the process of packing and unpacking I’ve had a great opportunity to review the many different turns my life has taken in the past (not so few) years. I wonder what would have happened if I had chosen differently at various points.

It seems to me, that in my life, I’ve had a certain lack of daring. When confronted with a significant “Y” in the road I have always seemed to take the more well paved and conservative path. About the boldest thing I have done is when I made the decision to walk out on my ex. At the time it was gut wrenching, now in hindsight, it was the only logical thing to do. Yes there have been costs, but the cost to me as a person would have been higher if I had stayed.

I’m going through a similar crisis of confidence right now. I’ve gone to a new job which on the surface looked like it was going to offer me what I wanted, but as I get deeper into it, it has me wondering if I made the right choice. The S.O. keeps telling me to just not worry about and let time take its course, but that is not me. I’m impatient, and want to know all the answers now! Trouble is, like a line from a movie, when you are at the Y in the road all you see is the turn, you don’t see the end of the road. I’m thinking I made the wrong turn and don’t no how to get back to the right path.

I wonder if others have had similar misgivings as she made choices. Something she wrote a few days ago really struck a chord with me: ” I hate adulthood and all that responsibilities that come with it. The only thing I probably enjoy is the freedom to golf shop and the right to turn into an alcoholic.”. I know exactly how she feels. I also think she is saying to enjoy the journey and not worry so much about the destination. Easy to say, not so easy to do since every thing in society is focused on the destinations out there (fame, money, recognition at a job, advancement….). Is it just me or do others have the same sense of misgiving?

Skippy-san

Cross posted at exordinarily ordinary

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Jul 06 2006

Still here

In the middle of moving this week. Also in the middle of watching Kim Jong Il be an idiot on Japanese TV. Its been all North Korea all the time since the missile launches.

So while I’m unpacking, go over to Peking duck and read some of the fine articles he’s posted. Especially the letter to the wench……

Like Arnold said……I’ll be back!

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Jul 05 2006

By the rockets red glare………

Published by under North Korea

The North Koreans are make their a$$ bare…………..

Who the hell gives Kim Jong Il advice? Obviously they never took a class in how to win friends and influence people? Otherwise, old Kim the D**khead would not be doing this.

Here in Japan, it has been all Taepedong, all the time. The news has been full of coverage of the events today. In fact, I am quite proud of my self, in that I understood very well the Japanese news broadcast that told me that “Kita chosen”
(the Japanese name for the NORK’s), had successfully launched one………………

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Jul 04 2006

4th of July…..

Today is the 4th of July and I have been thinking about what to say about it. Here I am, an American, living in Japan, committed as all get out to keeping my proudly American ass overseas, in Asia, where life is good. If I had known life could be this good I would have gotten on a plane out of the states a long time ago. (And I sure as hell would have sent the ex packing well before that……).

So I hear you saying it, “Some American you are. Take your foreigner loving ass and keep it overseas if you like it so much over there. America does not need you over here, in the land of the free and the brave”. Having said this, smug and self satisfied, you can now jump into your SUV and head down to the Home Depot, have a latte at Starbucks and, maybe stop at Borders books on the way home. Or perhaps taking time to mow and trim grass that serves no useful purpose other than to surround a house that is big, costs a lot and has no ready public transportation nearby. If that is your bag, great. I used to think it was all there was in the world. Then I had my eyes opened to a different world, one filled with different adventure and people with all kinds of different views and more importantly, more liberal mores. You’ll forgive me if I prefer a stroll down Clarke Quay or Luard Road to one through the Gaslamp.

What does this all have to do with the 4th of July? Because deep in my heart of hearts, I’m still and American and I’m proud of that fact. IN fact being American is what served as my enabler to this brave new world I love so much. Its given me the correct perspective to appreciate it and to adapt to the unique challenges that come with living in a society such as Japan has. I still get a chill up my spine hearing the Star Spangled banner or Proud to be an American sung or played. I still love to watch the Cubs play baseball, and while I have an acquired taste for “Football” played soccer style, I’d rather watch the Steelers lined up at the line of scrimmage and going for it on 4th down. The 4th is a day I can celebrate all of those things and the birth of what I consider to be a unique nation among the community of nations. Of which there are far too many for the planet’s own good.

Which is probably something that would be good for Americans to remember on this day. America is unique because of its geographic insularity, as much as it is for the Declaration or the Constitutional form of government. Imagine if Napoleon instead of trying to conquer Europe, had settled down after Austerlitz to Conquering the American heartland, with settlers and troops. Instead of selling Louisiana, what would have happened if a French bastion of empire had developed and America was bordered by several countries, not just two. We might have had a history more like Europe’s and less like America’s. That’s something to celebrate right there.

I also like to take a day like, and celebrate being a Gaijin in a Nihonjin land. Where there are great things to do, which as Spike points out, ” horrifies my friends in the US”, but are part of the attraction for me. Just like Spike pointed out, “Am I proud that I know about all this stuff? Not necessarily, but clearly I’m not very ashamed of it either.” It takes all kinds in this world.

For the opportunities to experience these things though, I have my home country to thank, so I am grateful. Very grateful indeed. Happy Birthday USA!

A mixed bag post! However its how I feel today. For a more traditional post about the 4th, go here. Thinking about the future, while packing away the past will do that to a person. More on that later…….

The text to this document can be found here. Few Americans have read the whole thing. One really should to appreciate what a bold thing it was for the time…….

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Jul 03 2006

Cultural differences…..-Part I

Published by under Chinese Commie Bastards

Today was a very interesting day. S.O. and I packed boxes that we could pack together, namely household goods. We are packing ourselves in order to save money on the move to the new location. The movers will then come and move the goods to new our new abode. One interesting side note to this for me, is watching the movers slide their shoes on and off again over and over as they move stuff out of the apt. As an American I find the wasted energy hard to believe, the S.O. on the other hand accepts that as the natural order of things.

Which gets to the heart of the new things I learned today. For a short while, we went out to get something to eat and to do some shopping. Will someone explain to me again why, in the middle of moving, this was the right time for her to have me buy her yet another pair of shoes? Even if they were on sale? Its not like this women lacks for shoes. By my last count she has over 42 pairs, hardly in the same league with Imelda, but she has me beaten by an over 4 to 1 margin…..and that includes my golf shoes. ( I have one pair she has 4, all purchased by yours truly…).

The highlight of the day came when we came across a picture of Mao Tse Tung, in a display of Chinese teapots. She called him by his Japanese name Mo tak tou, I called him by his American name: Worthless, Godless, Commie Pig. The conversation that ensued was (somewhat) surreal:

Me: “Yea that’s Mao Tse Tung. What did you call him?”

S.O. “Mou Tak Tou”.

Me: “Americans say Mao Tse Tung”.

S.O.: ” He’s the father of China”.

Me: (Staring at her in shock, trying to figure out if she was messing with me, slowly realizing that she was serious…) .. ” Uh no, he is not the father of China. He is the father of the Chinese Communist party, which through an unfortunate series of historical accidents, now misrules over a billion people and steals jobs from deserving Americans, supplies Wal-Mart with cheap goods, and whose thirst for oil has kept oil prices high and the dollar low. The real father of modern China is Sun Yat Sen. And had his successor, Chiang Kai Shek, not gambled the fate of the nation on an ill advised invasion of Manchuria in 1946, which in spite of things he almost won, till George C. Marshall made them halt and thus forfeit the initiative to Mao and his thugs.”
The conversation actually went that way until I realized that I had gone too far. The S.O. has little interest in politics or history and I knew this would bore her. However she bravely carried it on a little longer.

S.O. : ” What do you mean?”

Me: ” Well, if Mao had stayed in his caves or simply been allowed to keep Manchuria which, after all was Japanese for over 90 years, the bulk of China would have remained under the KMT. If Chiang had left them alone, the history of Asia would have been quite different. There probably would have been no Korean War, No Vietnam war, No Pol-Pot in Cambodia, no sell out of Hong Kong in 1997 just to name a few…”

S.O. ” Lets go look at the pointy toed shoes that were made in China over there…….”.

Me: ” Whatever….”

Actually, if you read What If? edited by Robert Cowley, you will find an essay by Arthur Waldron that speculates on just such an alternate history. I’m a big fan of alternate history and have bought a lot of books that show alternative timelines. In his essay , Waldron argues that there were actually two paths not taken, either of which would’ve saved China from its gloomy history and its continued oppression by a bunch of Communist pigs, who are trying to have their cake and eat it too: A capitalist economy without political freedom. The first path would have involved Chiang actually crushing the Communists in 1946 at Harbin. As Waldorn points out “his incredulous commanders begged him to reconsider, telling him that victory over the Communists meant total victory in Manchuria” . The other line would have had a DDR type Communist country developing in Manchuria, one that would have probably collapsed the way the DDR did because it would have been dependent on a capitalist China to its south. And probably well before the DDR actually folded.

What surprised me though was that the S.O. really believed Mao was the father of China. What the heck did they teach her in school anyway? Certainly not the whole story. Then again I’m told that Japanese schools do not teach history well before 1945 because there are just too many touchy subjects and besides there are only so many hours in the school day. If so its a cautionary tale for America…………

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Jul 01 2006

Knee deep in the hoopla………..

Yesterday, I went back to my old stomping grounds. We are deep in the middle of moving this weekend, but we thought we’d take advantage of the weather and see friends since they were having an open base day on Saturday. Played golf, got rained on, then went to see the headline event they had. Starship was there to play for about 1+45 right before they had fireworks. Many of the older crowd did not realize that this was NOT quite the Jefferson Starship, that I grew up with and I remember. Still a good show nonetheless and they played a lot of songs that I remember, including We Built This City which has the distinction of being labled “the single worst single ever constructed, according to Blender’s ranking of reeking tunes.” Who cares what the critics think anyway? I like it and with a few beers it sounded just fine.

Taste in music is one of those things that is hard to quantify anyway. For example, while packing boxes while the S.O. was out, I was listening to the Best of Warren Zevon, which is one of my favorites. Its a good collection of all of his really great tunes, which a lot of people don’t realize includes more than Werewolves of London. My two favorites on this album: Lawyers, Guns and Money and Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner. The latter because its a neat tune and the former because when in the Navy, I always wanted to be able to sign out a message to higher authority that ended with that line: ” Operations are fine, but the boys went out in town last night. Send lawyers, guns, and money…….”.

Today? More packing. S.O. will be over with a friend. ( This really goes easier if she and I do it seperately…for a whole host of reasons). Suspect I’ll be in a funky mood so it wil be time to break out any of my 12 Jethro Tull CD’s. I think I’ll listen to Roland first though:

Roland was a warrior from the land of the midnight sun
With his Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray

Do people even know where Biafra is today or what the conflict was about? And today 30 years later the Congo is still a basket case .

Through ’66 and 7, they fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers, knee deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese

Wonder if you could use this song as an analogy for Blackwater Security?

Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Time, time, time, for another peaceful war
Norway’s bravest son
But time stands still for Roland, ’til he evens up the score
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland’s Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland’s Thompson gun

Zevon loved guns. Not really sure why that was…..

Roland searched the continent for the man who’d done him in
He found him in Mombassa, in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun, he didn’t say a word
But he blew Van Owen’s body from there to Johannesburg

I just found a couple pictures of my ex-wife— where the hell did these come from? Now I could use a gun…… on these pictures……..

Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Roland the headless Thompson gunner, talking about the man
Roland the headless Thompson gunner

Can you tell I had nothing really to post about today? We really are moving though, so connectivity may be spotty over the next few days till our Hi-speed internet gets hooked up. Be patient, I’ll be back!

Bring it home:

The eternal Thompson gunner
Still wand’ring through the night
Now it’s ten years later, but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst
Of Roland’s Thompson gun and bought it

Don’t mind me, I’m just an Excitable Boy!

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