Your Olympics interests me and maybe earns my support?

In case you haven’t paid attention, I live in Tokyo. Tokyo hosts the 2020 Olympics.

Yesterday I briefly railed against the Olympics. I still think they are a waste of money, resources, and time. I specifically referenced the US.

And then there’s Tokyo.

Train stations across the city are being remodeled and improved. The stations not under construction have likely been already renovated. Hotels are shooing up. Transit plans started testing a year ago. Refinements to messaging to include English and other languages are in their late stages. More and more restaurants, shops, and other venues are taking credit cards.

If someone tries to tie specific economic benefits to hosting the Games, they will still be hard pressed.

But this city can and might just be, by 2020, the most globally accessible by language, culture, and disability. The country might be, too.

That will be a huge economic benefit.

According to what I’ve read, disaster planning includes Olympic scenarios.

You better believe that Olympic folk in Tokyo are taking notes about everything that happens in South Korea these next two weeks. They will break down, analyze, and game plan for everything seen.

I wonder how much raw data Japan gets from South Korea to prepare for their games?

I think the Tokyo and Japan governments are exemplifying something we talk about in Security circles – never let an emergency go to waste.

My Next Japan Trip Out of Tokyo is to … ?

I am correcting one of my sins – I need to get out of Tokyo into Japan.

I want to visit more of Japan. Kiushu, specifically Yufuin for the onsen, is definitely on my list.

Japanese friends, please weigh in on where I should go, when I should visit, and where I should stay. Once I book my trip I will again reach out to find out where to visit.

I want a mix of multiple days as well as quick trips.

Please help me. I appreciate your knowledge and advice.

New Year’s Eve Miracles

I enjoyed several adult beverages on the ramp up to the ball drop in Tokyo for 2018. I made it home from the izakaya with only one at-the-time-seemed major misstep changing trains, thus delaying me about 30 minutes. That’s not a miracle, though only delaying myself by 30 minutes is fairly impressive.

Once I finally made it home, I made some food. I went to bed. Those are not the miracles.

When I woke up firmly in 2018, I saw my miracles.

My clean laundry was folded and put away. My clean dishes were similarly stowed. My coffee maker was prepped so the brew was 2 button pushes and 8 minutes away.

2018 miracles, no doubt!

The Sound of Falling Snow

While intrepidly if ill-advisedly choosing to walk in a below freezing wind to a fantastic yet unknown-to-us sushi place near but not nearby to the Tokyo office, I remarked to my compatriot how Detroit was hit with several inches of snow in sub zero Fahrenheit temperatures and how much better off we were in our current state. I glibly commented that I also didn’t miss shoveling the snow off of my driveway. Yet …

I miss the sound of falling snow.

The world becomes immediate and undemanding. Lights halo. There’s a smell to it colored by the temperature and one’s own breath. And the sound, the sound can be a nearly silent blanket carefully laid down or a muted padding or something indescribably in-between. A ghost world, sweet and isolated and crisp, with few to one inhabitant.

Hopefully all of this revelry remains untainted long enough to imbibe before the scene is broken by two-stroke engine oil and gas burning atmosphere in a hurried effort to move matter from point driveway to point elsewhere.

Untainted at least for one single moment of delight.

Typhoon #18

What a great name!

The storm is due to hit tomorrow but we already have overcast skies and cool air. It will make the Belgian Beer festival in Roppongi a less sun blasted event than Oktoberfest in Hibya a few weeks ago.

As to the storm’s name, obviously the Weather Channel et al have not worked their marketing black magic here.

T minus 4 days

I’m supposed to be in packing mode. My flight to Tokyo is Wednesday. I need to cram my stuff into 5 bags or less in the next 4 days.

Instead I’m at the Tremont Tavern in Chattanooga while my sister and 67% of her kids attend a birthday party at a park around the corner.

I’m excited by the move, frustrated it’s taken so long, and a bit overwhelmed by the whole thing. It stands to reason I have these mixed emotions.

While I’m packing or not, let me know your big moment ennui. Or toss me some motivational stuff.

Week ending 092516

Quick hits as I re-ramp up my Week Ending posts.

  • Holidays in Japan while I’m back in the States.
  • Great feedback from the client about our work.
  • Wish I’d attended @Derbycon.
  • I’ve been back in Detroit on my return from Tokyo. Spent time with my kids, fun time talking about Tokyo and getting sushi (their idea) and my impending move.
  • A great guest joined us on @pvcsec – Marcelle Lee.
  • Professionally I connected with some new folk and a bunch of friends & colleagues.