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...merchandise. (There are about a zillion variations of the name Alissa, though. Alisa, Alysa, Alyssa, etc.) But there's a restaurant near Fort Lee, N.J. with my name. I've never actually been there myself, but a friend handed me an advertising card. "Fine Japanese Cuisine...Sugi features Six Tatami Rooms accommodating up to 20 people." What? There are at least 100 Sugi's on America Online. Sugi.net is a Web site. I hope to buy sugi.org upon graduation. Or maybe ganeshananthan.com. I'm torn. I'm pretty sure no one would ever make it to ganeshananthan.com because they...
...restrain myself from blurting out, "Where's the bed?" I hadn't even considered the possibility that the rooms would be decorated in traditional Japanese style, with Japanese futons instead of beds. The thought that I would be spending the next 10 weeks sleeping basically on the tatami-matt floor was too overwhelming for me. I wrote in my journal that night, "I am afraid to go to sleep. I am almost afraid to face the next...
That is a question Japanese carver Koryu Kawaguchi asks as well. On the outskirts of Tokyo, the 70-year-old master carver sits on a tatami mat, his workbench and tools covered with a fine ivory dust. In his hands is an ivory figurine of the Merciful Mother Kannon, which he has been carving for a month. Beside him sits his son Ryusei, 37, a fourth-generation ivory carver. The elder Kawaguchi is a gentle man with a reverence for the gleaming white medium he has spent his lifetime bringing to life. His eyes are weak from the strain...
Japanese style? Japan is all about aesthetic discipline and refinement: it is a tidy place where ordinary buildings are Zen compositions, where cities fit together as ingeniously as a GoBot, a place where restraint and respect for tradition (rock gardens, ikebana, interior space denominated in tatami mats) come naturally, where advertising aspires to art, where even the landscape seems well designed...
After we had set out on the tatami our quilts and pillows of buckwheat chaff and were lying and listening, there started up in the near pines an unearthly sound. Out it went, then from farther away returned a call and, from farther yet, still another, until the slopes rang with cries. I asked what bird it was that made that noise. "Can it be a real bird?" Tadashi said. "Wild monkeys also live in these mountains." The last thing he said was, "Who sleeps with such a bird going...