Sumie Madness and Brush Off

Sumi-e Madness And Brush Off

I brought this book home and it was all about Japanese design and was leaning in the direction of artwork that might be seen as a fashion statement when used to make a traditional kimono.  And it was just yesterday that I was influenced to write about a semi-Japanese cultural theme.  Of course it takes more than just one look, or one book to make a proper statement about subjects that are at best remote distance learning items, and at best seen but not felt, as say it would be if you were preparing for your celebration to express one’s entry into Japanese Womanhood.

 

So now I am making another attempt to write about subjects foreign to me, but since I live on the West Coast of America, thinking I know all there is to know about all-things-Asian.  So will continue, and just say, “In my Japanese Period and will write.”  Brings me to the blog:  Sumi-e Madness  and is a bit of a stretch to suggest, “I have a friend and she is first generation Japanese.  We talk on the phone.  But she doesn’t read my blogs.”  With that, I will continue.

 

Sumi-e Society and have a few friends.  One happens to be Japanese and for privacy and common respect, I will give her the name:  Sumie.  Often we disagree.  Last time that happened, we brushed each other off, and decided to talk, but not meet face to face.  Is how I know that when East Meets West, it amplifies the message:  “Different Strokes For Different Folk.”  Takes a lot to keep a friendship going.  On and Off, and is individual choice that decides what it will be at any given time.  So last week it was a telephone call, and then we decided to meet and go for a ride in the car.  So we did that, and now it seems we are planning to meet for lunch, but first comes the reservation.  Best to make a reservation at a good restaurant.  “You aren’t taking me to a Pho Noodle Shop, are you?”  So that was my moment to suggest something better.  “Nah let do a 5-star where they have Asian Art, perhaps Sumi-e.

 

Of course I was thinking about a Bamboo Chinese Brush Painting motif that I had seen in a local Asian restaurant.  Difficult for me sometimes to keep the details straight, so I was thinking Japanese Art and basing what I know on a bamboo Chinese Brush Painting theme.  Not a good start, and needed to make some corrections.  Admit the error of my ways, and try to laugh it off that I was most ignorant about all things Japanese Art.

Of course, we were on the phone talking about all this, and she had this women’s sense that he was faking it.  “What are you suggesting, that we are going to a good Japanese Restaurant and then across the street to a Japanese or Asian Art Museum?”  Or are you thinking about taking me to a Japanese Event and Theater over at the University?”  And this is when I realized, Sumi-e Madness and Brush off was the next stroke that would or could  occur if I didn’t say all the right things in the next 5 minutes before she hung up on me.

“Not sure if that is what I was thinking.  Just wanted to see you and have a little fun.”

It has been a long time since I have been on a date.  And even longer that I have engaged in multi-cultural  Sumi-e Society interaction.  She knows it and says, “Study up.  Don’t take me to a Chinese Restaurant, let’s do Japanese.”  And this is when I realize it is not all the same.  There is a difference and now it is up to me.   Will take more than one book to bring me up to speed and make me ready.  Don’t need a debate about the difference between what is Japanese and what is Chinese and for sure, I don’t need to talk about North Korea.  Sophisticated conversation is what I seek with an old friend or maybe just a friendly conversation over food and drink.  But first she is right.  “Study up.  Call me back.  Surprise me.”

Here I am.  Not ready to make the call.  Working on the part that says I am getting my passion project off the ground with a great digital-reading experience.  Of course am aware at this time that being on the World Wide Web is not going to help me.  Can’t learn about these things, by frequenting online dating sites.  And multi-cultural is another dimension and obstacle I must overcome.  Can’t get by on good looks or throwing money around.  Drives a nice car.   Check.  Has a good job.  (Nope.  He’s retired now.)  Doesn’t live with his Mother.  Check.  Doesn’t know the difference between Chinese and Japanese are.  Check.  Check.  Checkmate.  Not sure this means the game is over.  “Just want to see you.  Have some fun.”  Is at the point where he needs priority support from the voice talking to him.  

 “Get smart.”

 

What to do or say next is just on the tip of his tongue.  Isn’t ready to present to her.  So he tries it out on his blog audience.  “Get smart.”  This is a great tip especially to those new to the blogosphere.  Short but very accurate information.  Many thanks for sharing this one.  A must read.  Stop talking.  Just pick out a nice place with good Japanese food and atmosphere, and make a reservation.  Congratulate yourself as you do self-speak and say, “You’ve got to be kidding me.  It is so transparently clear now.  How much about all-things Asian art and Japanese I have forgotten.  Let’s catch up.  Have a good dinner and a little fun. That’s what we should do.”

So in the end he does what he always does.  He books a flight to Tokyo for two and makes reservations at the best 5 star restaurant close to where they will be staying.  Congratulates himself for throwing money at the problem.  Now he calls her.  Tells her the key details of his big surprise.  Of course what comes next is a form of multi-cultural misunderstanding.  Silence.  East does not meet West.  “ When are you planning to do all this?”  It is all subject to confirmation.  Did it on the computer and have 10 days to cancel.  “Cancel.”  She said.  “I won’t be available.  Will tell you later why.”

And that is my blog for today.  Sumie Madness and Brush Off.  All done just after the 4^th of July and the big fireworks show.  And now I am thinking, he needs to smarten up on all things Japanese and needs to know more about this lady.  But of course,  it is just what it is.  More silence.  A few more years pass, and yep.  He knows less and less.  Tis what aging does for you.  Is no secret.

Furisode Sleeves

Furisode Sleeves

O. Chu. Sho.  These are the choices they offer.  In small print it states, sleeve length varies.  I think I have had this conversation before.  Size Matters.  Now we add a new wrinkle:  Length varies.  Seems we might need a fitting service to derive total satisfaction, but then again not sure I am the one that really knows.  In fact what I am sure of is that I will have a difficult time staying on topic.  But will say this is not a blog about swingers or swinging sleeves.  O. Chu. Sho.  Reminds me to fill in the blanks, clarify the language or words I am using, and most of all not to get side-tracked by something that comes to mind, when I bring this subject up.  O means long.  Chu means middle.  Sho  means short.  And to say more, Furisode is a Japanese word.

 

Now I digress.  Hate it when I go into Starbucks and I say, “Would like to have a cup of coffee.”  And have to listen to a lesson about their way of ordering a cup of coffee.  Annoying when I have been alive as long as I have been.  Want to tell them, “Just bring it.  I will pay the current price for what I receive.”  But that is not good enough, and I find myself walking out the door, empty handed, looking for a place that will serve me a cup of coffee sans  all the marketing B.S. that Starbucks is famous for.  “Not in the mood.”  Is the message I send when I want a cup a coffee and the person in front of me wants to talk about Furisode Sleeves.

 

Size matters.  Length varies.  But until I get my coffee and sit down and relax and get my morning started, none of that other stuff really matters.  Comfort food or drink, and once consumed as part of my early morning routine, I can set my priorities and get on with it.  Going to Starbucks is not my first choice.  Dressing up in suit and tie, or in the case of Japanese Best Dressed considerations, not something I would do before I have my first cup of coffee.  I would not deal with Furisode Kimono, and can say with certainty, size doesn’t matter when it comes to sleeves and a proper fitting and display, when all you want is to start your day, with a fresh cup of steaming hot coffee.

 

Want this to be a short blog that was entertaining and written in a clear and concise way, and not a collection of Japanese stories that I have collected along the way from birth to where I am today.  Furisode Sleeves  and when I wrote this for the first time, I wanted to make this the title of todays blog, but with modifications.  Wanted to write.  Crying into Furisode Sleeves.  Then thought twice and changed my mind.  Crying in the Rain would be a better title and something an American might relate to.   

 

 But once we get into the idea of what to call a cup of coffee and naming rights and protocol, we realize that maybe he should have titled this blog:  Singing in the Rain.  Why?  Because the real purpose of this blog is to address the issue of difficulty in life.  Which leads me to another subject.  Getting a morning cup of coffee at Starbucks without a hassle and argument, about what you call it.  Differences and I opt to allow them, and just get on with it.

 

So he wants to discuss the issue of difficulty, and not talk about Starbucks.  Even Furisode Sleeves seems an illogical way to discuss the subject of difficulty.    But maybe this is one of those times and situations where you have to be there to appreciate any of this.  Size Matters.  Length Varies.  And he decides to bypass Starbucks and Furisode Sleeves to arrive at a better place to have a conversation about difficulty in life.  Hence,  Singing in the Rain.  Was a movie made in 1952.  Debbie Reynolds.  Gene Kelly.  Donald O'Connor.

 

And brings me to the proper starting place about difficulty in life.  Seems a silent film production company wants to change, and go from silent films to movies that also have the element of sound.  So in many ways, Singing in the Rain is about film technology.  And now I can relate.  Seems technology change brings difficulty to the older people among us that have been doing things oh so differently.  Contrast 1952 and 2017.  And now we can see why he is having difficulty.  Living in 2017 and thinking and talking about 1952 realities, and when in mixed company we begin to see and realize:  Difficult at Best.

 

The people raised in 2000 and beyond have grown up with this technology.  So is a good time to say, “WTF.”, when old dude talks about Furisode Sleeves, 1940’s silent films, and about meeting his friend in Japan for the very first time, and she was wearing a kimono and even at age 18, looked so dignified.  He doesn’t go into detail, but even so it is not a conversation a person of today is comfortable with.  Difficulty in Life and now we are experiencing it.  He goes to Starbucks and gets into an argument  about what to call a cup of coffee.  Somebody is screaming at him.  “Size Matters.  Learn the new way or leave.”  He leaves.  This is difficulty in life and in one’s daily routine.  So now he has made his point.

There are certain things you just can’t talk about in today’s society.  Meeting a friend in 1952 might be one of those things.  Japanese just lost a war.  And he wants to talk about it.  1952 and he wants to talk about it, when a silent film production company wants to make a movie that is like a Broadway Stage Play, and add sound and dance and music.  Hence, is a transition period between the old and new.  And he lived through it,, and knows to some degree what he is talking about.  But his audience is not interested.  Has no clue what he is talking about.  Difficulty in Life and he is demonstrating in a minor way, what that is all about.

So let’s reverse engineer this conversation.  Singing in the Rain and is historically documented.  1952 film, and it was difficult to teach the actors what to do, and make it visually appealing when it is something new, and are doing it for the first time.  Now we know, song and dance movies are not too popular in 2017, and will not pay for itself or make a profit, compared to other productions that Netflix might do.  So this brings us to reducing the whole production to just a song.

Crying in the Rain and is a song made way back when.   1960’s to the 1980’s and was sung by James Taylor and Art Garfunkel and Carole King, and even Bob Dylan.  Now we can see all these things on YouTube.com and its not so difficult to relate with.  Seems strange that there was a time when we didn’t have computers, and such a thing as movies with sound was brand new.  So now we take one more step backwards.  Crying into Furisode Sleeves.  Sounds a lot like crying in one’s beer, but to him, Stoney Blogger it is different.  How different.  Depends, and will leave it at that.   Now gone full circle.  Reverse engineering and am able to start at the beginning, when all of this was new.  Furisode Kimono and meeting a girl or young women, age 18, in a Japanese Jazz Club in 1952, and now all of this is starting to make sense, but not yet and not completely.

Turns out that all of this blog is inspired by a first impression.  And a lasting impression.  Would like to demonstrate that.   Stoney Blogger is young.  The year is 1950-something.  He is in Japan.  Meets a girl and falls in love.  But times are different then.  Cultural differences and is not proper to look at our young women that way.  “Fall in Love.  Want to Marry.  Are you kidding me?”  Out comes the sword.  Off with the head.

And even for a 2017 day audience, they have seen enough evening news and video to know what “off with the head.”, really means.  Not something we want to see.  Certainly not something we will talk about.  And so now what?  Change the subject.  Size Matters. Length Varies.  And maybe on a good day, this is something the girls might talk about.

 

As for Stoney Blogger, it all makes sense.  Took a trip to a remote island somewhere between Seattle and Alaska to meet a friend.  That friend is now 84 years old.  And he sees her and smiles.  “Not pretty now.”  She says.  And he replies, “You are wearing the same kimono with furisode sleeves that you wore when I first met you.  Very pretty.”  And of course, it is his way of changing the subject and making the point, “Happy to see you.  It has been  40 years since last we met.”

And she responds.  “Yes.  Not wearing kimono now, just Nordstrom running suit.”   And he laughs.  “Very pretty just the same.”  And they wander off,  to fetch a cup of coffee and have some time together. Talking about the old days, and how things have changed, and yes, they even discuss the difficulty in life they have experienced in life.  “We are friends.  We can talk.  Not like the young people today.  They have cell phone and smart screens.  They are busy.”  And they laugh.

 

All or Nothing

All Or Nothing

I have an hour to kill.  Means I have time on my hands and is disposable power and energy and effort that is my resource.  One hour and it will be devoted to a blog .  Wanted to call it:  All Or Nothing Person, but wanted enough people to read to make it all worthwhile.  Have learned over the last 10 years of blogging, that the title is important, and like pictures or graphics on a can or cover of a book, can make a big difference.  So am staying away from my first choice, which means that this might be a first person narrative,  A or B Person.  And it might well be, but will not start with that as my intent.  All or Nothing says to me:  All that remains between point A  and point B can be described as bullshit or trivial pursuit.

Diminished over a gradual line of the visible to the invisible.  Extremist position and is either one or the other, without consideration of all that falls between to make the structure viable:  beginning and End, without consideration of the bridge material between these two points.  So Extreme and will consider how to blog about this:  All or Nothing.

So what does All-or-Nothing say about you?  Don’t know you and have tried to not make this personal, but really was told to write about things you know or have first-hand knowledge about. MEE.  MEE.  Close encounter of the personal kind.  Start with personal and end with ‘nothing’, might make sense when we are kind enough to say, “seems like me, but in the end, will be without a body, and wonder if you will just stop giving me your attention, at that point.”   But then I read, “Oh my departed one, I think about you every day.  Have memories.  Read the books and blogs you wrote.”

 

And All-or-Nothing as one important meeting point comes alive, and it pleases me when I think, “It happens.”  Chronic dissatisfaction with the state I am in.  But that isn’t what I was really going to write about, as I seek a positive position here, and in life.  So leave me out of the conversation and see if we can still have an interesting discussion carried on by means of blog and words and a fair exchange.  All or Nothing logic and it comes from me.  Not extremist but influenced by my environment and occurrences of the time I was a material force in life.

Thrill of the chase, and he likes to see you as you are.  Face to Face and has made serious decisions and commitments to reinforce this for-instance.  Time Change and the world is not perfect for the all-or-nothing approach he has lived with since his time began.  Regressing to the Dark Ages and before technology gave us The Internet and hand-held smartphones, and instant communication, remote and at a distance.  Followed by Skype and Hangout and other social media that allows communicating face-to-face, but without physical touching.

 

Personal interaction and has many of the elements of his old world, but without the spontaneous moment of the kiss, face to face.  Not that sealed and delivered is important, with honest proclamation that “…the check is in the mail.  Just wait for it.”, is tried and true and they fall for it every time.    Never as good as the spontaneous interaction between two individuals, but will settle for it, if that is all there is.  All-or-nothing, and the impact of the message might be:  take it or leave it.  No compromise.  This is how our world is now, and have no ability or time or resources to jump between screen and you, to make this kiss seem like the real deal.

And so we improvise.  Use social media to convey what once was an intimate exchange between two people.  Don’t think like that now.  Invisible Kiss and means very little to me.  Like I write something, and instantly see a tally of like indicators.  10 people liked what I wrote.  Not sure if the rest of humanity just hates me, or the things I said, or what?  Not sure if I am living in an all-or-nothing environment now, and must be satisfied with what comes to me.  Like-Messages and maybe that is positive.  Not sure.

Strange reckoning for the guy who has always wanted a face to face involvement with others.  If you like me,  just show up and venture a kiss.  Something tangible I can relate with.  Smiley faces and Like-Indicators and Lip Service at a distance, and I am thinking:   All-or-Nothing is what we are dealing with now.  “It’s like the real you being photo-shopped and sent out.”  Between you and I, but then the whole world gets involved, and somehow I feel violated.

 

“ Not happy to be with you, this way.”  Little by little you learn to not trust people, and the new infrastructure.  Becomes unreal, and you stage a protest and fight for things that no longer exist.  You stand your ground.  Say it in public:  “All-or-Nothing.  Show up and kiss me.”  Your alternative ways are not doing it for me.  Like buttons and smiley face.  Some place between All or Nothing these things exist, but not for me.  Guess I am old age and stone-ground and very solid on this particular part of our everyday and modern life.  Face-to-face and “kiss me.”, or just go away.”   Is the platform I depend on, and mostly I am alone now.    The good days and we kiss them goodbye.  Such is the life I am experiencing side by side with The Internet and Social Media.  And he says it one more time.

 

“Not happy to be with you, this way.”  Second Fiddle on a dusty Texas road, and it is as if the sound and the melody do not carry, and is lost somewhere between us.  Guess we can call that the All-or-Nothing Place and just know:  it is not what we are looking for.  That spot on the map where happiness is found and seeing it on the Internet via webcam and screen, well it is just not how I expected it to be.  Face to Face, and a quick kiss.  Now compromised in a shared world that is seen, but not felt. The way we once did it is not the way it is today and Is one of the few regrets I have, just now.