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Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010 01:36 pm
For as natural as Hokkaido is, our city kind of messes it all up by hosting 3 gigantic factories. One of them is the largest steel factory in all of Japan. No wonder it took me 40 minutes to bike around it last fall when I was trying to get to the other side of the peninsula.

A few weeks ago when I was walking out of school and I saw the freshly fallen snow looked a little grey, I thought it was my imagination. Maybe somehow it had been disturbed, but in such a natural way that I thought it was fresh. Then today I noticed it again. My house has white (enough) snow, but it's particularly bad around school downwind from the factory.

Now I know, however, that it definitely fell grey. A few weeks ago a large group of us went out to dinner to celebrate a birthday, and an ALT who lives up on the hill above the factories with his Japanese wife was telling stories. Apparently, he knows a car salesman who refuses to buy any used cars from The City by the Sea because the polution rots them out so quickly from the inside. Apparently the aforementiond steel factory puts out something like 2% of all the polution in Japan (WHAT?) and even so it's three times more efficient and three times greener than any other factory of its kind. Disgusting. It's no wonder most of the City by the Sea looks like the dystopian future of Gary, Indiana.

Furthermore, other than some crows, a flock or two of sparrows, three stray cats, a rabbit, and a seagull, I've seen no wildlife here at all in 6 months - and I've spent a lot of time exploring the beaches and the city limits. I suppose you have to consider that we're on a peninsula, in a city where virtually 0% of houses have yards, but still.

Also, it stinks. Like literally. Partially there's recurring natural sulfur from the volcanoes and their hot spring vents, but generally there's a foul mechanical rotting smell that regularly takes over the city. I guess you can tell which direction the winds are blowing. I'm not really sure how to describe it, but I'd say it involkes mental imagery of rusting steel colored 1970s blue and lung cancer.

For the most part these terrible things can be blocked out, depending on where you spend your time (and what direction the wind is blowing). Things are a lot more natural around the ocean and in my neighborhood, and the factories and train tracks are limited to a certain part of the peninsula. I don't hate it here, but it makes me realize I probably wouldn't want to raise a family in the City by the Sea.
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Wednesday, August 12th, 2009 07:48 pm
Life in the commercial niche is relatively comfortable around here in my not-too-big-not-too-small city by the sea. In fact, I’m quite looking forward to going around shopping for new home things. There was a day last week where we just walked around and around the shopping district of town, through a ton of stores in the big mall, to the Hard-Off, to the food places, and other various stops. Our mission was to find me a yukata for the summer festival :)

They had all sorts of ones on sale at the hip-young-woman stores, but I settled for one that wasn’t on sale because I figure if I’m going to be putting out some money I might as well get a good one. A yukata is a lighter and significantly less dramatic (and subsequently less cool) version of a kimono. Sometimes people wear them to summer festivals, though usually it’s little girls and mature women who do. I might equate it to wearing red, white, and blue on the Fourth of July – you look really cute and festive, though maybe a little hammy, and teenagers don’t think it’s cool unless they go really over the top with it. Almost no men do it, but the ones who do get a lot of attention from the ladies. When we went to a department store a few days later, I saw the really expensive lavish ones, but when I say really “expensive lavish ones” I also mean “definitely out of my price range!”

Wait. Did I say Hard-Off back there? Yes, I did. Hard-off is a Japanese resale shop and my new favorite store. They’ll buy your stuff from you, but only stuff that looks new. It's got sisters, Hard-off is for general purpose and clothes, but there is also Off House, Book Off, Garage Off, Hobby Off, and Mode Off. They usually have an amazing amount of still-boxed trinkets and towel sets that one imagines were unwanted presents. Speaking of presents, it's perfectly acceptable to re-gift here in Japan. Apparently people love it. This makes me very happy, because I think re-gifting and giving things you don't need to other people is a wonderful way to live.

From what I gather though, most people around here don’t know what to do with their stuff that looks too used for Hard Off. Maybe its different elsewhere, but no one I've met so far seems familiar with garage sales or a Goodwill. I think maybe the stuff just gets thrown away? Or maybe Japanese people just don’t get rid of things until they fall apart. So, there will be no Hippie Christmas here (which, as many of you know, is my third favorite holiday behind regular Christmas and Halloween) and I haven’t seen a Salvation Army or anything of the sort. In a way, I wish Japan could be more thrifty by taking donations, but at the same time, people choose to own so much less here, so I feel like the waste from most people in the U.S. is still higher. And before you say - they own less because they have less space, I really don't think that's true, because as much as houses tend to be smaller I've been in some pretty huge ones thus far and they have just as few things in them.

Speaking of throwing things away, Japan separates its trash. In my city, we only do “burnable,” “non-burnable,” and “plastic wrappings.” PET bottles and cans get picked up once a month when they cast magical nets outside the apartment buildings for us to fill. At school it’s also separated further into “wet garbage,” and “paper.” Often times there will be places for cardboard and milk cartons outside supermarkets. Meanwhile, I’ve heard of some cities where they make you separate garbage into as many as 20 categories – I’m sure that’s not common though. It can be really confusing, you’d be surprised about what can burn and how many different pieces can make up one thing. For example, when you have a bottled water, the label goes in plastic, the bottle goes in PET bottles, and the cap goes in burnable (or maybe plastic? I forget. See??) It gets further complicated by the fact that there are some broken clocks in my house – must I totally disassemble it before throwing it away? I might. From time to time I worry whether I’m doing it wrong, but I guess some old Baa-chan will just come and yell at me if I am.

What often happens in the JET program is that departing members will leave closets full of bottles and indiscernible trash items for their successors because they went a whole year without being able to figure out how to get rid of it. That almost happened to me, but I happened to open that closet early, which set the fire going under my pred's ass. It's not hard to figure out so long as you hang on to the form you get from the City Office, which I showed her. The same form has a picture of a gundam with a big X through it lol It's supposed to mean, "Models go into non-burnable trash," but I like to interpret it as, "Do not throw away your Gundam."

Japan definitely wins at the green movement though. At my hotel in Tokyo they left green tips on the nightstand. The grocery store charges for plastic bags, and all plastic wrappings and bags are recyclable. “My Bag” and “My Chopsticks” are very popular, (the English “My ___” means reusable). People own less cars and they’re smaller (I did see one hummer). When buying a car you need official verification that you have a parking spot off the road before they’ll let you have it. Also, every three years or so car owners must submit to an expensive car check-up. It costs more if your car is older and they’re more frequent the older your car gets.

And I must admit, it’s a lot easier living greener here than it is back home, so hopefully it will get me in the habit.