The White Peril 白禍

"Don't make highway privatization a failure," warns this morning's Nikkei editorial:

The goal of the Japan Highway Public Corporation was to stop building any more pointless expressways and to decrease debt, now at about ¥40 trillion, as quickly as possible. However, there's a slim chance that we can hope for much from the new corporation regarding those items.

The new private corporation holds no capital but will stick the nation with its debt balance. New road construction will also be ultimately decided upon by a state council. In this structure, which will be completely under state protection and governance, there will be almost no elements through which discipline will come into play in operations. Plans for the laying of 9342 kilometers [of new roadway] are for the most part complete, and there is a strong possibility that the resulting ballooning debt will be shunted off onto the next generation.

This new company, with its complete reliance on state support, has also shown its true colors to the market. Top managers have been arrested on suspicion of bid-rigging, and the books show nothing resembling a drop in losses from unprofitable roads. Even under these exigent circumstances, Japan Public Highway Corporation bonds have remained stable in value. It all makes it look unlike a corporation that's about to be privatized.

In a risk-free world, ethical considerations go out the window. At the instruction of the Prime Minister, the Privatization Promotion Committee formed three years ago proposed "complete privatization," by which buy-off of all assets for the privatized corporation would be accomplished in a projected ten years. But LDP Diet members and the heads of regional government bodies violently opposed the proposal, and it was defanged through the machinations of the Ministry of Land, Transport, and Infrastructure and part of the privatization committee. Perhaps because [interested parties] saw this and felt a sense of confidence in their untouchability, it was at this point that large-scale institutionalized bid-rigging really began to effloresce.

The Nikkei editors want Koizumi to use his surge in popular support to make sure the privatization of the highway corporation stands a chance of being a significant part of government finance reform. I don't know--Japan Post (speaking of defanged proposals) and highway construction? He'd have to be a miracle worker.

Hi, I'm Nora Ephron. I have this thing where I conceive of every relationship with a man--even a politician--in terms of romantic betrayal, you know? I had this awful ex...well, we won't go into it, but he really affected me.

Sometimes people say that it's kind of pathetic for me to pitch myself as a symbol of female strength when the women in all my romantic comedy and romantic drama and romantic comedy-drama screenplays are kind of drippy and mopey and hung-up and stuff about men.

But I say, would Meryl Streep and Jack Nicholson star in "pathetic"? Would "pathetic" have made an inescapable icon out of Meg Ryan? Okay, then. Let's not be having any more of this "pathetic" stuff, or I'll unleash some of my acclaimed snappy wit on you. It'll sting, believe me.

Why didn't Bill love me? Sorry to change the subject so abruptly, but I mean, I was there for him all the time. So were the other feminists. So were the gays. Sometimes we were all there for Bill at the same chic dinner parties. I just don't understand. I don't know why I wasn't enough.

Please, someone stop me before I have a few too many glasses of Sauvignon Blanc and call him up and say something foolish.

Oh, and war is bad.

Goodbye.

Ghost of a Flea reports that Alice Cooper knows a good diva when he hears one. That's so sweet.

Jon Henke has a post up at Q and O with a roundup of links to liberal blogger innuendo about David Dreier's sexuality. Now that Dreier hasn't been made acting Majority Leader, I suppose it doesn't matter all that much, except as a reminder that wacko leftists have a remarkably unprincipled approach to the right to privacy.

However, one of the commenters mentioned a parallel with James McGreevey that I don't think holds up under scrutiny:

Like McGreevey, it’s not a matter of who he is sleeping with, but rather that he expects the taypapers to pay that person’s salary.

Whoa. McGreevey didn't just have a boyfriend on the payroll. McGreevey hired a counterterrorism chief who had no relevant experience and (being a foreign national) couldn't get security clearance for high-level meetings. McGreevey tried to pressure an unwilling employee into a sexual relationship. McGreevey staged his coming out to deflect attention from brewing corruption scandals--thus becoming perhaps the only gay person in history to come out so he could live less honestly. McGreevey's actions screwed over his constituents and slapped other out gay men and women in the face. (Of course, you wouldn't know that from the loathsome flattery he's gotten from gay groups. Even Jonathan Rauch was strangely muted in his response.)

I haven't seen anything to indicate that Dreier's chief of staff is being paid for a job he's not doing, or that the congressman himself has used his power to strongarm guys into sleeping with him. Unless he's committing some kind of crime, he gets to be gay as he sees fit, just like the rest of us. No comparison with McGreevey.

Happy anniversary, Pryhills! Many more to you.

This week's column by the always-acute Anne Applebaum is even more deadly than usual:

In its scale and sheer disregard for common sense, the Louisiana proposal breaks new ground. But I don't want to single out Louisiana: After all, the state's representatives are acting logically, even if they aren't spending logically. They are playing by the rules of the only system for distributing federal funds that there is, and that system allocates money not according to the dictates of logic, but to the demands of politics and patronage.

Nor does this logic apply only to obvious boondoggles such as federal transportation spending, the last $286 billion tranche of which funded Virginia horse trails, Vermont snowmobile trails, a couple of "bridges to nowhere" in rural Alaska and decorative trees for a California freeway named after Ronald Reagan (a president who once vetoed a transportation bill because it contained too much pork). On the contrary, this logic applies even to things we supposedly consider important, such as homeland security. Because neither the administration nor Congress is prepared to do an honest risk assessment, and because no one dares say that there are states at almost no risk of terrorist attack, a good chunk of homeland security funding is distributed according to formulas that give minimum amounts to every state. The inevitable result: In 2004 the residents of Wyoming received, per capita, seven times more money for first responders than the residents of New York City.

Unfortunately, I can't identify the buddy who sent it to me--if his unanimously leftist colleagues found out he was communicating with libertarians, they might tar and feather him--but I think I can get away with quoting his parting shot: "I am so glad to live in a democracy that is free from the pork and corruption of Japan's... (laughing so hard I am crying, or would that be vice versa?)." Uh-huh. The only reason we Americans living in Japan can get away with smirking at the degree of pork-barrel transport and construction spending here is that the federal ministries are so unbelievably profligate they make Washington look frugal by comparison.

As Applebaum says, most people don't get too exercised over waste on infrastructure because it's not a very sexy topic. (Prime Minister Koizumi's push for Japan Post privatization ran into this problem, too--how many citizens want to sit around talking about the financial structure of the postal service?) There's also the fact that things actually do get built. It's hard to arouse voters' ire over poor allocation and inefficient use of resources because those problems are not as easily visible as roads and bridges that don't materialize. And even boondoggles--perhaps especially boondoggles--provide employment.

Applebaum's suggestion is this:

But maybe at least it is time for a change of terminology. After all, taking $200 million of public money to build a bridge, name it after yourself and get reelected isn't merely "pork." Demanding $250 billion of public money for your hurricane-damaged state--in the hope that voters will ignore all the mistakes you made before the hurricane struck--isn't just "waste" either. As I say, corruption comes in many forms. But whatever form it comes in, it will be easier for voters to identify if it's called by its true name.

In an age in which there are news agencies that consider it an affront to call terrorists "terrorists," I'm not sure the idea will catch on. It's a good one, though.

Added at 21:24: Virginia Postrel points out that there are non-infrastructure pork provisions that would be much more useful to cut if we meant business about curbing spending. Alex Kerr made a pertinent point a few years ago--though he was speaking of Japan and in a slightly different context:

At a bank in Tokyo, you can make 10 plus 10 equal 30 if you like--but somewhere far away, at a pension fund in Osaka, for example, it may be that 10 plus 10 will now equal only 15. Or even farther away, implications of this equation may require that a stretch of seashore in Hokkaido must be cemented over.

He was speaking of the shell game Japan plays that makes it seem to defy economic laws that obtain elsewhere, but I think he also illustrated one of the reasons it's hard to get people to think of government spending in big, big, big Jonathan Rauch terms: the different parts of the machine don't seem to be related to each other. How agricultural subsidies could have implications for homeland security resources, say, is (understandably) not something most people give a lot of thought to. With infrastructure spending, on the other hand, there's a direct, vivid connection to a current news story with lots of human interest angles. That doesn't mean that people will necessarily be spurred by Hurricane Katrina to pressure their congresscritters to rein it in a bit, but that seems to be the best hope.

Eric and I had an e-mail exchange that I'd like to quote but can't precisely because it was on the subject that ended up in this recent post of his:

I think that one of the reasons so many bloggers are drawn to this medium is that in too many ways, America has become a country in which people are afraid to say what they think. Blogging gives a voice (if not a loudspeaker) to those who'd normally be silent, but the downside is that it gives them an opportunity to be heard by the very people who'd normally intimidate them into silence. I think there are people who've taken up blogging precisely because thoughts like "I could never say this at work!" or "You just can't discuss issues like this in public!" ran through their minds.

Every so often, I'll get an e-mail to the effect of "Thanks for being so outspoken about [gay/Japan] stuff," and my reaction is to the effect of "Oh, honey, if you only knew!" Since I write under my own name, I have to use content and tone that are compatible with my job, but that doesn't bother me. It's not as if people who try to make their points forcefully but civilly were overrepresented in the public discourse or anything. I also have a few teenaged readers and try to keep my occasional bawdiness mild and good-humored, the better to serve as a thrilling contrast with the latest Britney Spears or Jessica Simpson video.

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Of course, not every e-mail is an overblown compliment. I won't post things from people who obviously want to remain anonymous, but I don't see why I shouldn't address the topic raised:

The idea that, because I'm happy and in a settled, sustaining relationship at 33, coming out must have been a breeze for me is an extraordinarily naive one. Coming out reorders your whole view of the world and where you belong in it; anyone going through such an experience is bound to have trouble navigating it. I needed people to cut me some slack without giving up on me altogether, and fortunately, I had friends who were willing to do exactly that. Basically honorable people sometimes do pained, impulsive, nasty things in moments of weakness. That's not to excuse them, only to say that they shouldn't be summarily written off.

But for some people, explaining away their bad behavior as the fault of social prejudice gets to be habit-forming, and if they're going to make self-justifying statements in public, I think those statements deserve to be challenged.

Good news: Japan can stop worrying about the abductee issue, because the UN has totally told North Korea that it needs to cut it out with the human rights abuses and stuff:

On 27 September, UN Secretary General Annan released a report on humanitarian issues in North Korea and indicated that, in addition to engaging in torture and forced labor, the country was also suffering serious food shortages. About the issue of abducted Japanese nationals, he declared that survivors "must be returned to Japan both swiftly and safely."

The report is 22 pages in all and contains 68 items. About the treatment meted out to citizens who are regarded as criminals by the state, it says, "forced labor is practiced on a large scale." It went on to cite further examples [of problems]: "When a given person is punished for crimes related to politics or ideology, his or her family also becomes a target for punishment."

North Korea's Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs met with Annan last week, stressing that the food situation has improved; he sought a cessation of humanitarian aid and cooperation in development projects. However, the new UN report states that aid is [still] necessary, and says, regarding the way support is being used, that "effective monitoring that will increase transparency" is vitally important.

Well, there you go. Problem solved. And some people complain that Japan gets no return on its hefty contributions to the UN!

This (via Joel) is too funny:

For the most part, Japanese network television is pretty darn unremarkable. If one were to flip through the channels at any time of day, one would likely find:

• A variety show featuring a roomful of mindless "talents" who are completely and utterly devoid of any actual talent whatsoever
  
• A cooking program
  
• A cooking program featuring a roomful of mindless talents who watch food being cooked and then sample it and loudly and repeatedly exclaim "OISHII!!!"
  
• Some kind of quiz show
  
• A quiz show featuring a roomful of mindless talents demonstrating just how mindless they truly are
  
• A sappy documentary about someone somewhere in the world who faces some sort of adversity (e.g., is looking for a job, is living in a brutal war zone, was born without legs, a combination thereof, etc.) and who Tries His/Her Best® to overcome the hardships of their situation
  
• A variety show featuring a roomful of mindless talents watching a sappy documentary and providing their horribly forced reactions to the hardships (tears) and the overcoming of the hardships (more tears) for the sake of the television viewers at home who have to be instructed how to react since they have neither souls nor a capacity for empathy

That last sentence is a little over the line, but overall: No fooling! Japanese television does have interesting historical dramas; shows about the country's unique geological features; and profiles of famous artworks and artisans. But it does the lowest-common-denominator thing no less, er, adroitly than American television.

The タレント (tarento: "person who's famous for being famous," derived as Jeff notes from the hilariously inappropriate English word talent) phenomenon has to be seen to be believed. You look at some of these people and think, Maybe we don't need to worry so much about having the US education system outcompeted after all. The guys are unbelievably ditzy--and not in the I-bet-he-makes-up-for-it-by-being-good-with-his-hands way, either. The women, who are encouraged by convention to be slightly flibbertigibbety in public anyway, don't help things much. I saw one quiz show a few years ago on which contestents were asked to locate a few countries on a map of Europe and the Mediterranean, and only one person knew where Germany was. Dead serious.

I'm less in agreement with Conbini Bento about Masaki Sumitami:

Known for his revealing black leather S&M outfit, incessant pelvis-thrusting and frequent exclamations of "WOOO!!!", Hard Gay made a splash on the talent scene earlier this year and has quickly become the man of the moment on Japanese television. Despite his flamboyant personality and outrageous appearance reminiscent of the biker in the Village People, Hard Gay is not only not an actual homosexual, but his forays on television thus far have primarily been based on the wholesome concept of yonaoshi, or social improvement (although in recent appearances he has begun drifting into other territory involving his newfound celebrity). His TV segments usually feature him walking the streets and attempting to help out those he perceives as being in need whilst making jokes rich with pun and innuendo and thrusting his crotch with abandon, often to the horror and embarrassment of the subject(s) of his attention. While his antics may push the envelope at times, Hard Gay's controversial moniker and appearance belie his good humor and affability.

Perhaps I can't get into Sumitami's routine because I've spent too many years running into men in revealing black leather S&M outfits who are actual homosexuals and think that incessant pelvis-thrusting and frequent exclamations of "WOOO!!!" are great ways to hit on guys.

I haven't had many interesting search strings lately, but two have cropped up in the last 24 hours. I tell you--the things people expect Google to help them out with! Someone wanted to know "How do you break it off with a married man?"

Uh, let's see. How about "We really shouldn't be doing this. I'm sorry, but I can't see you anymore"? Is that too obvious, or something? It's wise not to add the part when you burst into tears and go, "Dammit, you PROMISED me you were going to LEAVE her! How could you keep stringing me along like this when you KNOW I can make you happier than she does?" That has a way of interfering with closure. (No, I don't know this from having dated a married man myself; but this being Japan, I have a few friends who have.)

The other odd search was "dating: lose the coin purse." I can only assume this was intended as advice? But then, why enter it as part of a search? One doesn't go to Yahoo to tell it things, after all. Besides, in my experience, having one is taken as a conversation-starter, prompting opening lines that range from "Beautiful coin purse!" to "I should get one of those myself--Japanese money is so heavy," which apparently seem less bald than "Come here often?" (though one gets that one a lot, too). Of course, I suppose it depends on the item itself; a lot of coin purses probably look faggy to a fair number of straight women.

Oh, and for the love of Poseidon, I still don't know whether Röb M@rciano is a freakin' homosexual.

Chris Crain has posted on the Washington Blade blog about the problems with gay PR, though he doesn't exactly put it that way:

Then remember this: We gay Americans do not have the luxury of intolerance. When it comes to minorities, we are remarkably minor. Kinsey was nice enough to propagate the 10 percent myth, but subsequent surveys place us at even smaller numbers, well under half that amount. And about one-quarter of us — of us! — voted for the election and the re-election of George W. Bush.

If we cannot tolerate the viewpoint of someone who tries to explain why one-quarter of us like and support the president, then how can we expect the 96 percent of Americans who are heterosexual to listen seriously to our demands for equality?

The growing polarization of American politics has taken root within gay America as well. The explosion of liberal gay bloggers, many of whom spend about as much time on the "gray" of most issues as Rush Limbaugh and his "dittoheads," has only exacerbated the proud queer tradition of disdain for gay Republicans ("Nazi Jews") and the caricature of conservative Christians ("religious right," "religious political extremists").

Whatever the public opinion surveys may say about the growing acceptance of gays, we have lost, and lost badly, every ballot measure to date on marriage, and the numbers haven't improved since Alaska and Hawaii voted on the issue almost a decade ago.

Our activists groups have grown quite fond of talking about the "conversations" we need to have with straight America. Well half of that conversation involves listening, not talking. And if we won't even listen to the heretical views of our own kind, then how can we be open to one of "them"?

He's right. I do think that while the subject is open, though, we might make a request of the conservatives, too: some of you have a real chip on your shoulder about what a brave, exclusive little club of dissenters you are. If you don't knock it off, you're going to have a hard time winning over rank-and-file gays who despise the shrill left but are wary of Republicans.

Yes, yes, yes, I know--there are gay enclaves in which you risk vandalization of your property if you're openly conservative. More commonly you just risk being demonized. (That overused word strikes me as being appropriate here for once.) I'm more than happy to acknowledge that the outrages committed by extreme gay leftists are way worse than the smugness of some of the gay right. But smugness is a turnoff, and as long as the center-right range of gays stays so firmly a minority, it's going to remain easy for lefty activists to claim to represent gays en masse.

The Japanese government plans to increase its monitoring of the disputed East China Sea oil and gas fields:

The government will strengthen its surveillance apparatus in the maritime region around the East China Sea boundary (Japan-China) where the PRC is furthering its plan to develop gas fields. It will increase the frequency of flights by the Maritime SDF's P3C patrol planes. The Maritime Security Agency and Ministry of Trade, Economy, and Industry are communicating closely with other relevant government bodies to bring the PRC's movements to light down to the last detail. The aim is to preclude China's establishing natural gas production incrementally.

China has already completed development of three fields in the vicinity of the boundary: Tengaiten, Shungyo, and Dankyo. It has also constructed a maritime base for exploratory drilling near Heiko. The China National Off-shore Oil Corporation (CNOOC) will begin production of natural gas from the Shungyo field within the month.

This debate has been brewing for a while. He doesn't update anymore, but Meaty Fly's blog still has a great post up here about the background to the Japan-PRC energy conflict. It's also helpful to bear in mind (via Machiruda a few months ago) that scientists aren't sure just how much gas the most haggled-over field holds.

I think I need to create a category for this, because I'm having serious trouble locating things about it in my own archives.

A friend at the office sent me this WaPo article, the latest installment in the seemingly interminable series in which the Western media treat the funkiest aspects of Japanese culture as if they were poised to become the mainstream by next April. I'm not so sure about the general conclusions that are implied, and I also have to wonder about some of the specifics. It's possible that the reporter, Anthony Faiola, has a lot of experience in Japan, but he doesn't sound that way. I was especially puzzled by this sequence:

On busy Tokyo subways these days, it is not unusual to see men fishing for packs of Virginia Slims cigarettes in European-style male purses. They have many models to choose from at Isetan Men's — the successful 10-story department store in chic west Tokyo that opened two years ago and is now the cathedral of masculine vanity.

The store sells more than 100 types of male purses, including jade-colored alligator clutches and rhinestone-encrusted knapsacks, along with hats with peacock feathers, pink leather card holders and thousands of pieces of exotic designer clothes. Sales have outpaced Isetan's other major Tokyo stores, where the emphasis is on women's apparel, according to company officials.

"On busy Tokyo subways these days"? When I first arrived a decade ago, one of my first questions was, "What is up with all the guys' carrying tote bags and little clutches?" The answer, according to every Japanese person I know, is that those shapes simply don't read as any more femmy than briefcases or backpacks. Plenty of regular, un-fashion-conscious guys with wedding rings carry such bags. The rich ones get them at Vuitton or Coach (or their wives pick them out on their behalf), but they're usually in un-showy neutral colors. With respect to clothes rather than accessories, by contrast, men wear pastels and jewel tones more readily here than they do in the US--you frequently see construction workers swaggering around in lavender or seafoam-green rubber trousers. But that's also a long-standing element in the culture and doesn't signify any new development.

Furthermore, Isetan Men's does have a wide variety of outlandishly colored and over-decorated accessories. They're prominently showcased, which makes every department look as if it catered exclusively to fops, but as someone who shops there, I can tell you that most other guys seem to do what I do: wade through to find the more ordinary stuff. What's great about Isetan Men's is that you have almost ten floors devoted to nothing but men's clothing at your disposal. Like many other high-end stores in Japan, Isetan stocks modestly-priced items along with the sticker-shock brands, so people of a relatively wide range of incomes can shop there. If you want a new jacket, you can look at Brooks Brothers and Ermenegildo Zegna and Theory and Burberrys and a few house labels to be sure you're getting what most pleases you, and you don't have to run all over the place. There's no other store like that for men in Tokyo; there are plenty of stores that cater mostly to women. Therefore, it seems to me that the success of Isetan Men's says at least as much about its lack of competition--its acute exploitation of a niche market that had been hiding in plain sight all along--as it does about men's increased dandyism. (Note also that Atsushi and I frequently see a healthy proportion of guys who have clearly been dragged there by their wives or girlfriends, same as in any other men's department the world over.)

Oh, one last thing: Isetan Men's is literally two blocks from Shinjuku 2-chome, the biggest gay district in the city. It's not at all uncommon for guys to do some shopping before the store closes at 8:00, meet friends for dinner, and then go out for a drink afterward. I've done it myself more times than I can count. Do we have a noticeable effect on the store's total revenue? I don't know. Could we help to explain why it makes business sense to keep pink ostrich-print wallets with marabou-feather trim in stock? It seems to me we could. "Some gay guys like outlandishly attention-getting clothes" is hardly the stuff of news stories, though.

The reason I'm going on about this is that it all makes me wonder whether Faiola can be trusted to read cultural signals competently. The underlying issue he's talking about is certainly real and important: post-War Japan barricaded women in their apartments with the kids and shoved men into the office for twelve-hour days. Now that the national goal of prosperity and respect on the world stage has been achieved, it's natural for people to want to use the resulting wealth to the end of arranging their lives more to their personal liking. The quotation from Negami Kishi lamenting the feminization of Japanese men is used without putting it in this rather obvious context. Of course, when women get a little breathing room, they're going to covet the jobs that have always been available to men; men, in turn, don't want to have to wall themselves off emotionally from everyone including their own children. Since the Japanese have not been socialized to be resilient and resourceful in applying their individual talents and know-how to new situations, the transition has been rocky.

Still, that doesn't mean that the popularity of men's cosmetic surgery and of flamboyantly gay entertainers such as Shogo Kariyazaki means what Faiola seems to think it means. It's worth bearing in mind that Kariyazaki is safely stereotypable: a gay guy with fussy clothes who arranges flowers. His straight male fans don't appear to be imitating his personal style, after all.

And on the subject of cosmetic procedures: hairiness is considered rough and somewhat vulgar by many Japanese. (Sorry, Kyushu and Okinawa boys--I'm just describing other people's opinions here.) As the cost and inconvenience of cosmetic procedures drops, men are getting more of them, as you'd expect. It's not surprising that as advances are made in depilation, specifically, Japanese men are taking advantage of them the way Americans have taken to, say, tooth whitening.

About that whole Koizumi-dancing-with-Richard-Gere thing, I have no comment. I will say that I was shocked that Faiola mentioned Gere and then discussed Dandy House several paragraphs later without mentioning the obvious connection: Gere is featured in the company's latest ad campaign, the billboards for which are INESCAPABLE in Tokyo lately.

Added at 20:55: Okay, I changed the first paragraph to make it a bit less mean-spirited. I don't think most reporters are going around with the intention of making Japan sound like a freakshow. They just don't seem to be able to avoid doing so.

Added on 26 September: I changed a few sentences for clarity. Sheesh, my style is turgid when I'm irritated and writing off the cuff.

Added on 28 September: Thanks to Virginia Postrel for the link. Just to emphasize this again: Faiola is absolutely right to be saying that sex roles are in flux at this historical moment in Japan. In fact, there's very little he wrote that I would actually say is inaccurate. My complaint is with the (mostly implicit) connections he's making and the way he characterizes the larger issue. That Isetan Men's carries shocking pink tote bags doesn't necessarily say anything about Japanese manhood outside an extremely small circle of Tokyo-dwellers.

Via John, whose blog would be a daily read of mine if he posted that often but really no pressure buddy at all seriously none, here's a great post by Moebius Stripper on...well, I'll let her tell it:

I've been tutoring a high school kid for the past two months. The kid's in grade 12; when I met him, he was doing math at a grade two or three level. This is not an exaggeration: he couldn't add or multiply single-digit numbers without a calculator. And this wasn't just rustiness, as this inability extended to not being able to compute things like 6+0, 5*1, or 3*0. In other words, he didn’t know what numbers were. Not surprisingly, he couldn't solve linear equations, add fractions, or make heads or tails of the most simple word problem.

I met with him every other day, two hours at a time. And, to his credit, what he lacked in mathematical skill, he more than made up for in persistence. He worked diligently, if not terribly successfully, on his homework. We spent a lot of time on the basics - fractions, simple algebra, the meaning of equations. We also spent a lot of time - far, far more than I'd have liked - on how to use the [expletive regretfully deleted] graphing calculator to perform tasks that every student should know how to do with a pencil and paper.

Numeracy is hugely, hugely important in a very general sense; and somehow the curriculum specialists and teachers seem to have found ways to remove basic, intuitive numeracy from students. Or at least they make it permissible for them to use calculators for so many basic operations that they don't even realize it's possible to be good with numbers.

Just saw Atsushi to the train; he'll be on the plane back to Kyushu at 4:00. Flights were disrupted yesterday, but the weather's cleared here now.

On Thursday, I ended up looking in the refrigerator and seeing that I had corned beef left over that really needed to be used up. That kind of ruled out the French toast plan for Friday--corned beef with French toast? No. So it was buttery scrambled eggs, which themselves were rather nice.

Speaking of eating--it was the cutest thing--we did Vietnamese for dinner that night. I was dilly-dallying about finishing my pho, trying to get the last few noodle fragments into the same spoonful of broth. Atsushi reached over absentmindedly with his chopsticks and started piling noodles into my spoon--an uncharacteristically intimate public gesture for him. He looked up and saw my bemused look and jerked his hand back a little. Then he recovered himself and gave his conspiratorial smirk. (You communicate in conspiratorial smirks a lot in Tokyo gay life.) Then he pointedly picked up the last noodle and deposited it in my spoon. Best mouthful of pho I've ever had.

It was a good food weekend overall, come to think of it. Last night, we went out with a good buddy of mine. (BTW, C., darling? I love you lots, but I swear--you will find a way to be an hour late for your own bleedin' funeral.) Italian. Gay Italian: sea bass carpaccio and gnocchi and veal with cracked pepper and green salad and...ooh, can we get something else with pine nuts? We're into pine nuts today.

My buddy C., BTW, is an example of the kind of guy who knows how to deal with a failed relationship like a gentleman. In the spring, his boyfriend of two and a half years betrayed him and then broke up with him. He still loves the guy and thinks about him all the time, and--well, I'm his friend, so I listen when he needs to talk. I, being loyal to C., hope his ex gets himself run over by a nice truck sometime soon, but I try to keep my own counsel on the subject.

Anyway, the good thing about C. is, unlike some people, he knows when he needs not to talk, too. As in, "It's been 45 minutes of non-stop pining for my ex, so let's change the subject." And then he actually changes the subject. Or lets me change the subject. Of course, his frequent reward is to hear me grouse about how much I miss Atsushi; even so, he's never once played the obvious "How can you complain about your long-distance relationship when I don't even have a boyfriend?" card. What would you not do for such a friend?

So from tonight on, back to cooking for one and making my own tea and not encountering a warm, cuddly man when I roll over at 3 a.m. For another few weeks.

Lisa Loeb is in for Paula Zahn on CNN. I didn't know she had any qualifications as a newscaster.

Typhoon 17 is headed toward Kanto (Chiba Prefecture at the moment), and the JMA is warning that we may get heavy rains starting tonight or tomorrow. It's just off the Izu Islands right now, with top wind speeds of around 90 mph, but the storm itself is running basically parallel to Honshu, so it won't actually make landfall.

Of course, that's nothing compared with what Hurricane Rita is threatening to do to eastern Texas and western Louisiana. CNN's coverage this go-round is a scene I cannot make, so I'm generally going by on-line sources. Hope everyone stays safe.

Why do people insist on asking questions they don't want to know the answers to? Or, more importantly, why can't people find someone else to ask questions they don't want to know the answers to? I don't give unsolicited advice. I know how to be tactful, and I don't hold with the tough-love approach to friendship except in cases of extreme self-destructive behavior.

But there are only so many euphemisms for "The reason your relationship doesn't seem to be working is that your boyfriend is scum." I have enough to last for a few months. Once I've exhausted them and lost my cool, though, my mewling friend may suddenly find himself on the receiving end of the super-deeuphemized version: "The reason your relationship doesn't seem to be working is that your boyfriend is scum and YOU are a SUCKER. A sucker, a sucker, A SUCKER. All he has to do when you read him the riot act is adopt that soulful look and tell you he'll try to do better. Then he's extra-attentive in the sack for the rest of the week, and you're all like, 'Wow! He really loves me after all! I'm so lucky!' Use your head. Three days of molten, ecstatic reconciliatory screwing are not the kind of thing you can expect a gay man to register as a PUNISHMENT, my pet, even if they're preceded by a tiresome four-hour argument about feelings. Where's the incentive to change his behavior?"

I realize this problem is as old as the hills, but I really don't get it. Most of the time before Atsushi, I was a Good Learning Experience for the guys I dated. (Didn't I tell you I was proficient with the euphemisms?) I hope I don't seem to be giving a ringing defense of bad boyfriends when I say that if your behavior signals that you're willing to tolerate being undervalued, it's not illogical for your partner to conclude that he's actually doing just fine overall and that your complaints just mean you're in one of your touchy moods.

That's especially true in a bicultural relationship, in which one of you will always be communicating in a non-native language and set of cultural signals. People do grow up (hi!), but indulging them doesn't help them on the way. It also makes the indulger miserable, and have I mentioned that it drives his friends bananas?

You know, it's hard to be the DPRK. You send a few test missiles over Japan, you sell some nuke technology on the black market, and all of a sudden, everyone's branding you an aggressor and crap. Luckily, the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs has the set the UN straight about who the real problem in this part of the world is:

Choe Su-hon, the DPRK Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs, addressed the United Nations General Assembly on 22 September, declaring that, because the US is continuing its "policy of hostile regard" and aiming to deliver a nuclear first-strike at North Korea, his country "has no choice but to maintain nuclear deterrance capability for purposes of self-defense, as a method of preserving the dignity and sovereignty of our state."

On the other hand, the Deputy Minister argued that the DPRK's ultimate goal is "the denuclearization of the Korean Peninsula" and that it would become unnecessary to possess "even a single nuclear weapon" if relations with the US were normalized. He appealed for...

I can't believe I'm translating this bilge with a straight face.

...[recognition of] the grave necessity of a doctrine of multilateralism with the UN at its core, [as a way of] mindfully taking refuge from the unilateralism and first strikes of the Bush administration, which had invaded Iraq.

Regarding Japan's campaign for permanent membership on the UN Security Council, he emphasized that he sees Japan as refusing to atone for "its past crimes [such as during World War II]" against its neighboring countries, and therefore believes that Japan's request should definitely not be approved.

It may interest people to know that this stuff sounds just as wind-up-lefty and content free in Japanese as in English. What's also interesting is that the word I translated "atone" is 清算 (seisan: "liquidate"), which I've never seen used figuratively. Well, I guess "liquidate" is already figurative, because you don't actually melt assets and pour them away; I've never seen it used outside a financial context. Or maybe I just haven't noticed.

Added at 16:54: Oh, wait--this was the 次官, not the 副官. I called him the "Vice-Minister," who's actually someone else. It's fixed now.

Added still later: Okay, I guess if I see a word used in a way I haven't seen, I could do the normal thing and, like, consult a dictionary. It looks as if 清算 would have been rendered more accurately with something closer to a generalized version of "liquidate," like "deal with conclusively."

Koizumi has reappointed everyone from his previous cabinet for the remainder of the Diet's special session; his predicted reshuffle will be made after the next regular session begins in November.

On the Japan Post privatization, which is the main order of business after the selection of the Prime Minister, the Mainichi has this article, which contributes little new information but has an interesting point buried in it:

The main opposition group, the Democratic Party of Japan, expects to come up with its own counterproposal. But that proposal has been delayed by the disarray in the party following a painful defeat in elections and a change in leadership.

The LDP privatization plan, larded as it is with concessions, has plenty of flaws that the DPJ could be trying to exploit. I doubt that it could somehow come up with arguments powerful enough to counter the Koizumi cabinet's level of public support, but if it started systematically explaining the plan's weaknesses now, it might be able to begin establishing credibility that would help it later. Unfortunately, it has bigger things to worry about, such as, you know, continuing to exist.

Something else that the government has been working on that the Japanese public, if not most international observers, has been paying attention to is the new asbestos victims' compensation bill:

The fund will cover the medical costs of those with mesothelioma, lung cancer and other diseases caused by the inhalation of asbestos particles. It will also pay consolation money and cover funeral expenses for family members of those who have died from such diseases.

The bills stipulate that applications for the fund can come from anyone who thinks that his or her disease was caused by asbestos. Family members of workers at factories that used asbestos or those who live near those plants can also apply.

Applications will be accepted at labor standards inspection offices or public health centers, the officials said.

The story has been gaining steam since spring.

It is to be hoped that the asbestos fund won't end up being milked by enterprising false claimants. Cf. today's disclosure about two nuclear power corporations:

The Japan Nuclear Cycle Development Institute and the Japan Atomic Energy Research Institute were revealed on 22 September to have illegally paid over 120 million yen to employees who were not actually eligible to for benefits for those who work with radiation. There were workplaces in which such illegal disbursement was routine.

From April 2002 to May of this year, the JNC paid out 119.55 million to 604 employees; the JAERI, 9.41 million yen to 113 employees. The greatest amount to a single employee was 600,000 yen. Both organizations will require the employees involved who have not retired to return all the money.

The benefits to those who work with radiation are to be paid when the number of days [a worker] has entered into a radiation control zone exceeds a fixed monthly figure. Payments are made based on the work attendance logs employees keep, but those logs were not systematically verified through comparison with sign-in/sign-out sheets at the radiation control zones.

In this context, the motto displayed on the JNC's website is darkly (radiantly?) comical. It must be very easy to fake 出勤簿 (shukkinbo: "work attendance log") at large companies where payroll is handled far from workstations.

Related Posts (on one page):

1. Insurance rate hikes to fund asbestos payouts
2. Diagnostic criteria for asbestos-related diseases to be fixed
3. Odds and ends
4. Word for the summer: 石綿 （sekimen: "rock" + "cotton" --> "asbestos")

Michael (to whom I'm going to have to start paying finder's fees--wasn't there a time long ago when I occasionally found a gay-related media story by myself?) links to this fascinating discussion on Towleroad. The debate is over the NYT article here.

I'm not sure the reporter is to be faulted for simply observing what's going on and giving people's own account of themselves. It does seem, though, that he might have seen fit to question, even in passing, statements such as these:

"There's so much loneliness among gay men," one lot user said. "A lot of guys just want someone to talk to."

...

As for sex, the regulars say that they prefer the parking lot to gay bars since there is little in the way of drugs and alcohol and there is more honesty about sexually transmitted diseases.

It's a pity that honesty doesn't extend to telling their spouses they're getting screwed by strange men on top of junior's lacrosse equipment in the back of the Explorer. Or not doing it in the first place.

And is there no end to the procession of dimwits who think it's impossible to get an STD from some guy who lives in a 5-bedroom mock-Tudor over on Winding Ivy Lane? Because, like, he says he's clean, and he's a lawyer and all?

And that whole "gays are lonely" thing? What. Eh. Ver, Bitch. I'm not lonely. My boyfriend isn't lonely. My friends aren't lonely. I kinda think maybe that's in part because we have more to say to one another than a furtive, haunted, sibilant, "Hey, whatever-your-name-is, want a blow job?" in a parking lot. People should be free to stay closeted and not to get involved in the urban gay scene, but these jokers aren't just talking about discretion; they're talking about deception. Their loneliness strikes me as well-earned, and I can only hope it spurs some of them to long-overdue self-criticism.

Okay, so yesterday I finally gave in and bought a beard trimmer, which I'd resisted doing before because it meant that I officially have a beard that I do NOT WANT. I am now the proud proprietor of a glorified pet groomer. To use on my face. At least the guy pictured on the box is cute. And I guess I shouldn't be complaining too much, because if you use it on the lowest setting, you just end up looking as if you hadn't shaved since yesterday. That I think I can live with, even if it is a little Faith-era George Michael. It's better than Older-era George Michael.

In better news, I forgot that the long weekend starts Friday this time around. That means that Atsushi will be home in a little less than 24 hours. I have to work tomorrow, but we'll have time to have brunch first. I'm thinking of making the baked French toast recipe here. You must understand--people eat like this ALL THE TIME where I grew up. I'm surprised the recipe doesn't tell you to dump powdered sugar over the finished product, and I'm absolutely floored that the writer says you won't need syrup.

Last week, a bunch of people wrote to say, "Wow! I had no idea there was another American expat in Japan who was right of center!" It kind of puzzled me because, for one thing, this guy, who's more visibly conservative than I am, has a blog with a wide readership. And for another, I've never really felt all that marooned among leftists--and bear in mind that I'm not only gay but also employed in educational publishing. I only have one or two American friends, but among the colleagues and acquaintances I frequently discuss such things with, I think the majority supported the Iraq invasion, for example, even if they don't like the way the Bush administration is handling the reconstruction. I'm kind of anti-social and consort with homosexuals and work in a famously left-leaning industry, so I figured I'd see what Gaijin Biker's take was, since he's different on all counts. He said:

I went to an election day barbecue party last year in my Bush/Cheney t-shirt and I had lots of expat guys coming up to me to argue (plus, more entertainingly, slightly drunk Japanese girls telling me Bush is evil).

The typical American I-banker is a New Yorker from a well-off family who went to an ivy league college; those folks tend to be liberals, if of the limousine variety. Choosing a quantitatively-oriented job that pays well screens out some of the extreme tree-huggers, but there are still plenty left in the pool. And once you get outside the U.S. and look at bankers from Britain, France, etc., the Bush-hatred escalates in parallel with the love of nanny-state socialism.

The amazing thing I have learned is that someone can be a razor-sharp capitalist when it comes to analyzing companies or managing money, but still favor extreme liberal positions like super-high tax rates, massive social programs, gun control, etc. Look at George Soros!

That "Britain, France, etc." part applies to other industries, too, BTW--especially law, but also consulting, health care, and import-export. There's nothing more comically irritating than standing in a Tokyo fag bar with a German on your left and a Frenchman on your right--ganging up on you about how America is getting all arrogant as the world's policeman--and having to bite your lip to avoid going all, "Don't give me that crap! The only reason we are here having this conversation is that MY grandfathers kept YOUR grandfathers, honeychile, from killing YOUR grandfathers, bitch." Yes, I have a thing about this.

Maybe part of it is that Japanese electoral politics tends to be dull; the last few weeks are a real anomaly. The locals don't keep the air buzzing with the kind of talk about politics that would stimulate up expats to bring up what's going on at home. Only those of us who are already news junkies really tune in. Be all of that as it may, I'm up-front about my political positions, and I don't recall having had any tiresome confrontations with leftists who wouldn't back down when they're shocked to discover that I voted for Bush (and, in 2000, Santorum) and support the WOT and believe in privatizing everything but the Capitol Building.

I somehow missed this when Michael first posted it and have ended up in the odd position of getting my Gay Orbit bulletin through that straight guy over there. The original article is from 365Gay, which isn't always super-reliable, but I'm assuming it's accurate in the main:

During their 19-year relationship, Rene Price and Betty Jordan thought of themselves as married, especially after they registered as domestic partners on the last day of 2004.

But after Price died unexpectedly in July, Jordan learned that she was not entitled to the couple's Perth Amboy home, their cars, or the $9,000 in Price's bank account.

Price's death at age 61 exposed one of the many places where New Jersey's domestic partnership law does not treat partners like married couples: When a domestic partner without a will dies, the surviving partner has no right to his or her possessions.

This kind of thing always pisses me the hell off. I agree with Michael's commenter Don: "This is sad. But after 19 years of being together why didn't they have arrangements already made?" You said it, brother.

You know, Atsushi's life insurance goes to his parents. He owns our apartment outright. We don't have a joint bank account. He's closeted to both his parents and his company, so we can't do anything that would indicate official recognition of some kind of relationship between us. This is not my ideal arrangement, but my life with him is what's most important to me, so I make the necessary compromises. I am, after all, the one who decided to fall in love with a traditionalist Japanese man. And he sacrifices things, too: his company doesn't promote unmarried men up the management escalator. I make more or less as much money as he does and save responsibly, so I wouldn't have major financial worries; but I would have to leave the artifacts of our shared life behind almost in their entirety and start over. This is not a fun topic of conversation, but we've considered it a necessary one. I know where I stand, and I've made my peace with it.

Therefore, I find myself hard-pressed to lavish unalloyed sympathy on people who don't make wills, don't thoroughly acquaint themselves with the terms of their civil unions, and don't do everything they can to make sure their partners are provided for when they have, from where I'm standing, all kinds of tools at their disposal. Jordan and Price were able to be public about their relationship. They took the availability of civil unions so casually that they put theirs off for six months while one of them decided what to wear. I want to see laws changed so we can provide for our partners as much as anyone does. I also hope things are settled in Jordan's favor. But she and Price were irresponsible. It might not be fair that we have worries that straight married couples do not, but it's reality.

Seiji Maehara's attempt to cobble together a viable party from the tattered DPJ is summarized by the Yomiuri. Among the interesting tidbits to date:

Maehara's appointment of [Yukio] Hatoyama [as secretary general] is expected to be shortly followed by an invitation to [Ichiro] Ozawa to serve as acting president. It is believed the new leader hopes that by including veterans close to Hatoyama and Ozawa he can ensure party unity.

Hatoyama told reporters Sunday he believed the new leader was keen to ensure party unity, but his preferential treatment of midranking and younger members might cause unrest unless all members felt included.

A midranking party member said he thought the appointment of Takeaki Matsumoto, Maehara's fellow national security expert and member of the party's right wing would have an immediate unifying effect once discussion on national security and constitutional reform got under way.

Matsumoto, 46, a Tokyo University law graduate, was elected in the proportional representation bloc for Kinki, the third time he has won a lower house seat since 2000. He had held the positions of Policy Research Committee vice chairman and deputy in the shadow cabinet defense portfolio.

Maehara said in an NHK program Sunday morning that he did not include former SDP lawmakers, who have close relationships with labor unions, because he needed to reconsider the party's relationship with labor unions, especially public-sector ones.

I don't remember how it came up in conversation, but I mentioned "You Belong to Me," and this guy who must have been all of 23 was like, "Oh, yeah, the Jennifer Lopez song."

And I thought, Oh, no.

That's just so unjust. At first I was hoping that Lopez had done that whole retro thing that all the boy bands are doing and covered the Jo Stafford song. No, I don't want to see Stafford abused, either, but there's something especially repellant about someone like Lopez--whose entire singing career is built on frantic, unconvincing assertions that she's still down with the regular folk--denaturing something of Carly Simon's.

Perspective: when I was in college, the whole Riot Grrl thing was all over the news. You know, you'd have these white-bread women singing, like,

I go to Brown on Daddy's dime
But I'm totally oppressed
[skronky guitar noise]
It's an act of true sedition
When I shriek about my breasts
[skronky guitar noise]

The great thing about Carly, in retrospect, is that she approached her spoiled-brat neuroses without a trace of self-pity. Yes, she sang all solemnly about how empty her life felt despite all the parties and expensive romantic jaunts and stuff, but you never got the sense that she was pissy at the world about it. Who cares if she recycled the same half-dozen melodies for ten years and missed half the notes she sang?

Speaking of missing notes all the time: Madge. Are you excited about her new album? I am. I just hope it doesn't suck. The title is promising--whenever she remembers she's a neo-disco chick and stops trying to address the Darkness in our Materialistic Souls and crap like that, she still has it. I seem to be the only life-long Madonna fan, BTW, who doesn't think Ray of Light was the second coming. I'm sorry, crooning about how your new baby is wonderful because she was the latest, greatest step in your program of self-discovery is way creepy.

Have you noticed that my posts are scatty this week? Sorry. Atsushi's coming home for the weekend on Saturday. As he reminded me on the phone last night, exactly one year ago I was visiting him in Kyushu for the first time since his transfer. The first several months were tough, but we're in our groove. I still get fidgety right before I know I'm going to see him, though, so, you know, you get randomness.

Japan has had its second fugu poisoning death for this year:

The man prepared the puffer fish on Saturday after receiving it from a friend, according to a local public health center. Between about 8 p.m. and 9 p.m. on Sunday, the man ate sashimi from the liver of the fish. At about 11:30 p.m. that evening, he started showing signs of poisoning, and he died in the predawn hours of Monday.

The man had prepared puffer fish in the past, and his family did not stop him from eating it, officials said.

I don't remember having come across the first, but there was a party of four people last year of whom three were poisoned. I think two of them died.

Eric, who's a Pennsylvania native like me, has listed some projects that funnel federal pork into the commonwealth. As he says, each one is modest in scope, but together they contribute to government bloat. Besides, even a small amount of wasteful spending is, well, wasteful.

I'm not sure what the most wasteful federally-funded PA project in recent memory is. Being next door to the domain of Robert "Yes, West Virginia, there is a Santa Clause" Byrd kind of makes you complacent about these things. However, I was impressed by the prodigality and why-is-Washington-involved-in-this? pointlessness of a waterfront redevelopment initiative in Philadelphia, for which then-Representative Joseph Hoeffel secured over $10 million a few years ago. (Note Hoeffel's statist paranoia over what private control might do to the site.) It's not an ongoing project, so I don't think it's eligible for inclusion in Eric's list.

Added later: Perhaps I should point out that if you're thinking you vaguely recognize Hoeffel's name, it's because he was the Democrat who ran against Arlen Specter for the PA US Senate seat that was up for election last year. One of his campaign catch-phrases? "Fiscal restraint," naturally.

Japan isn't entirely happy with the results of the 6-party talks, however. The abductee problem was basically tabled:

On 19 September, the families of Japanese abducted by the DPRK held a Tokyo press conference in reaction to the joint statement adopted at the 6-party talks, voicing dissatisfaction: "The abduction issue was back-burnered." "This is nothing more than a statement predicated on the Japan-DPRK Pyongyang Declaration, which is already drained of content."

The only part of the joint declaration to touch on the abduction issue was this: "After dealing appropriately, in accordance with the Japan-DPRK Pyongyang Declaration, with various pending issues, we will implement a normalization of relations." The vice-representative of the group of families, Shigeo Iizuka (67), made plain his dissatisfaction: "The word abduction doesn't appear in the declaration, and the abduction issue was back-burnered." He indicated further concerns: "If the debate over nuclear issues goes on and on, and and there is no progress seen, the resolution of the abduction issue could become a great deal more difficult."

If you're not familiar with the issue: the DPRK sent agents to the Japanese coast in the 1970s to abduct about a dozen Japanese nationals in their late teens and early 20s. They were brought back to North Korea and forced to teach Japanese language and culture to DPRK spies. Of course, those who are alive are all middle-aged now. The most famous, because her husband happened to be US Army deserter Charles Jenkins, is Hitomi Soga. Their ending was happy: they've come back to Japan and been able to bring their college-age daughters. Other endings have not been happy. Megumi Yokota's family has probably been treated the worst, with the DPRK dismissively shoving random piles of bones at the Japanese as her remains. Other stories are in between. Kaoru Hasuike, for instance, was snatched while on vacation in Hokkaido as a college junior. Having been repatriated at 46, he received permission from his university to complete his degree but was having difficulty deciding on how to proceed--and do you wonder? There are, I think, five of the fifteen abductees accounted for.

For reference, the Ministry of Foreign affairs has the Japan-DPRK Pyongyang Declaration, from almost exactly two years ago, posted in Japanese and English. The section pertinent to the abduction issue is rendered this way in English:

With respect to the outstanding issues of concern related to the lives and security of Japanese nationals, the DPRK side confirmed that it would take appropriate measures so that these regrettable [遺憾な!--SRK] incidents, that took place under the abnormal bilateral relationship, would never happen in the future.

Well, the DPRK doesn't seem to have abducted anyone lately, but it certainly is maintaining an "abnormal" sense of cooperation. At the same time, it's not hard to understand why the nuclear issue superseded the abductee issue at the 6-party talks. However much the Japanese citizenry feels for the families of the abductees, the fact is that the nuclear problem could directly affect millions of people. The abductee problem, while an outrage, does not. Bilateral negotiations between Japan and the DPRK don't seem to fare much better much of the time, unfortunately, so Iizuka's fears may not be unfounded.

Okay, we'll have to see what actually comes of this, but strictly as a gesture, it's good news:

In a dramatic turn to six-nation negotiations that have been held since 2003, Pyongyang agreed to abandon the weapons and rejoin international arms treaties in exchange for energy assistance from neighboring nations and sovereignty guarantees from the United States.

Japan's envoy to the talks in Beijing, Kenichiro Sasae, said North Korea's nuclear program poses a serious threat to peace in Asia and welcomed Monday's outcome for finally settling on common goals. Most of Japan, the world's second biggest economy and host to about 50,000 U.S. military personnel, lies within range of North Korean missiles.

...

Japan's national broadcaster NHK quoted Chief Cabinet Secretary Hiroyuki Hosoda as calling the agreement a positive step but also saying the nations need to "keep a close eye" on North Korea as negotiations proceed. Hosoda also pressed for a resolution to a dispute about the kidnappings of Japanese nationals by North Korea, calling it a key to improved relations between the countries.

Having to recognize the DPRK's "sovereignty" in any formal way is galling, but it's hardly a change from what we've been doing in practice. Of course, the DPRK is famous for reneging on agreements, so I'm with Hosoda on this one. We'll see.

I was in kind of a funk last night. I worked yesterday, and it was a satisfying but draining day. And even though it's officially a three-day weekend, Atsushi's bank has his department in today, so he couldn't come up to Tokyo. He's been working late all the time and not getting enough sleep, and I'm powerless to do anything about it except sound devoted during our ten-minute phone conversation each night. So I went out to one of my hangouts, where the guys behind the bar have all known me for years, to mellow out a little.

They started drawing my vodka as soon as I stepped in the door, and I reached into my bag for my coin purse. It wasn't there. So I rummaged around a little. Then I took my Discman and CD case and handkerchief and water purifying straw and space blanket out, and it still wasn't there. My coin purse is frequently a topic of conversation, because the big joke among the bar guys is that I always pay with exact change. (Don't ask me why, but in this math-skill-obsessed country, paying with exact change is uncommon. Given that the smallest paper bill denomination is ¥1000, the equivalent of US $9 or so, you'd think people would do whatever possible to minimize the number of coins they carry, but they don't.) So they were standing there expecting me to give my usual exact ¥600, and then the bar master started chortling, "Sean-chan, that's the coin purse your honey gave you for your birthday two years ago. The one you never let out of your sight. You don't mean to say you forgot it. We're going to have to tell your boyfriend. We're going to have to report you to Hermès for this one--it's accessory abuse!" Objectively speaking, I guess it was kind of funny--when you walk into a gay bar, naturally, everyone glances over at you, and I'm sure I looked pretty weird yanking things out of my little camera bag and getting increasingly frustrated. All I had to do was get out my wallet for a ¥1000 bill and be done with it, after all.

The thing was, the master was right: it's hokey to say, but having my coin purse with me makes me feel as if Atsushi were close by. It was as if I'd been neglectful and forgotten to bring him along; I was even more unsociable than usual the whole night.

I feel better now, though--not just because I've gotten a grip on myself, but because Atsushi and I will have ready-made in-joke material for tonight's phone call: Instapundit was not only kind enough to give me another link but also kind enough to use it to the end of giving CNN's Aaron Brown a good cuffing. It makes me so happy.

I don't think it's possible to convey just HOW MUCH Aaron Brown annoys me. It's possible that in private life, he's generous and humble and easy-going; but he has to be the most oozingly self-righteous journo on the planet in his professional life. (Once he and Jane Arraf were on a split screen together, and it was like the irresistible smug force meeting the immovable smirky object. I thought they might merge into some vortex of condescension and suck in the whole universe or something.) CNN is the only English-language news source on our cable subscription--not that I miss BBC World, or anything--so I usually grit my teeth and watch to keep from feeling entirely cut off from televised news. I have my limits, though, and Atsushi knows from long experience that when Brown comes on the air, I can be expected to mutter curses at the TV until I just can't take anymore and have to switch back to NHK. It's part of our domestic routine by this point. Suffice it to say, I am delighted to be of modest assistance in deflating that gasbag.

The Democratic Party of Japan has selected its new top four post-Okada leaders:

The DPJ's leader Seiji Maehara decided on 18 September to tap Yukio Hatoyama as Secretary General, Takeaki Matsumoto as chair of the Policy Research Committee, and Yoshihiko Noda as chair of the Diet Affairs Committee. He gathered his new top three men in the evening, planning to confer about responses to the special Diet session called for 21 September.

Maehara is interesting. It appears that he may do the Clinton-in-1992 thing:

Seiji Maehara, a young conservative, began reshaping the main opposition bloc on Sunday by appointing new officers and outlining plans for a stronger military and smaller spending in a vision that drew comparisons to British Prime Minister Tony Blair's "third-way" government.

Maehara, a 43-year-old defense expert who wants a more assertive role for Japan's military overseas, was narrowly elected a day earlier to head the DPJ, edging aside staid party veteran and co-founder Naoto Kan.

The new leader said Sunday he would re-examine his party's close ties to labor unions, trim wasteful tax spending and push to amend Japan's Constitution so the country's Self Defense Forces would have greater freedom to fight overseas and support its allies. Maehara also wants spending cuts balanced by strong funding for education and other social welfare programs.

Maehara is strong on defense and says Japan's Constitution must clearly give the SDF the right to fight back if attacked and include a new article stipulating its role in aiding allies.

Of course, Clinton wasn't a defense expert. What I'm referring to is more the idea that Maehara is adopting some positions usually associated with those to his party's right while sweetening them with talk about spending on social programs dear to those on his left. Maehara's website has linked, among his writings, this magazine article from November 2001 about Japan's close defense ties with the US, against the backdrop of 9/11. It's lengthy, but one thing that stands out is that Maehara doesn't--or didn't then--see the Japan-US alliance as arising naturally from our similar societies as Koizumi does:

[T]he value of offering visible aid, recognized by the American people, when our ally the US is suffering, does not stop at the psychological; rather, it is also necessary from the viewpoint of risk management regarding the allegiance itself.

It is fine, I believe, for there to be thinking to the effect that we may want to dissolve our relationship as allies, when we take the long-term view. However, at this moment in time, for our allegiance with the US to change character suddenly would most assuredly not work in Japan's national interest.

That seems fair enough. Of course, maybe I'm biased in Maehara's favor because--can I have failed to mention this?--the dude is hot. (He looks better talking than he does in the posed picture on his homepage, but the photo gives you the general idea.) In objective terms, he's probably not too seriously dreamy, but given the milieu in which he operates, he is very easy on the eyes. The rule seems to be that you're not allowed to be a middle-aged Japanese politician until you've survived a near-fatal whupping with the ugly stick. Right after the election, Gaijin Biker was all crowing about how the LDP had hot women and its opponents were guys who needed paper bags over their heads. Understandably, being hetero, he doesn't seem to have noticed that all the guys on the LDP side were no better.

Yes, I can shift in a paragraph from talking about the Japan-US defense partnership to making lustful comments about men. It's a talent. If you'd like to see me do it in a single clause, I'm sure I can arrange that, too.

Anyway, politics, blah, blah...Japundit thought, before the DPJ vote, that Maehara looks as if he needs more seasoning before he's ready to be a serious competitor for Prime Minister:

Maehara appears at first glance as if he will become a viable leader—in five or 10 years. He is obviously intelligent and talented, but still lacks the gravitas people expect from a prime minister. I got the impression that his candidacy was not for this particular election, but for the next one down the road. With his party in desperate straits, however, he might wind up getting chosen prematurely. Let's hope he doesn't have to go on the political version of life support.

Reasonable enough. On the other hand, we're all just guessing. Politics in this media age frequently thrusts people into situations that turn out to be trial by