A few recent pictures

I took a few pictures that I like recently, so here you go.

A couple of the crops are unconventional, but these aren’t for printing, so who cares?

My Work Year in Review

As I sit here typing this on December 31, ostensibly a holiday, I suddenly realize that it might be depressing to be talking about work. At the same time, I both love my job AND don’t honestly work that much (weekdays, 9-3, lots of days out for location visits, interviews, etc.). So, I’m not too fussed about it. I get plenty of time to mess around.

So, anyway, here is my 2024 working year in numbers:

  • Rough number of Japanese characters translated: 645,000
    • (Rough because some projects were more package-based than character based, and one novel overlapped New Year.)
  • Articles written: 15 (12 in Japanese)
  • Translation proposal packages written for publishers/rights agencies: 6
  • Novel translations completed: 3 (including the one that started in 2023)
  • Ceramic artists interviewed for book: 8

And none of that includes the hours spent taking pictures for books/articles, or reading for the job, orโ€”most important of all!โ€”the people I met. The numbers also don’t reflect the kind of seismic change that has happened in my work as I have become more plugged into the publishing industry. I’m now spending much less time on random corporate websites than I did last year (huzzah!) and more time with artists and creative people of all types. Again, Huzzah!

It has been a good year, professionally, and I think one that has sown the seeds for more good years to come. Fingers are crossed, wood is knocked on, salt is thrown over the shoulder, and every other good luck charm that might help it be so is invoked.

Personally, well, the world is what it is, but we’ve weathered things pretty well. I had a bad summer for a couple of reasons, but in general the Rion family in Japan has been blessed with pretty decent luck. I hope that 2025 is better, but I’d settle for roughly the same.

Anyway, I hope everyone has a lovely New Year, and wish you the best in 2025. To finish up, I am indeed curious. How were things for you in 2024?

Winter birds are best birds

The weather here has turnedโ€”well and truly, finallyโ€”to winter. Which means both dusky days, and winter birds.

Many of the birds I associate with winter, like white eyes or long-tailed tits, are present year round but are more visible because of bare branches. Others, like the ducks that stop on the rivers, are just passing through. All are welcome sights, though, making the cold walks worth it.

Here are some I spotted today, December 21, 2024. For the record.

2024 – Stuff I loved

It’s inevitable, I guess, to get retrospective at this time of year. I’ve more or less stopped keeping careful track of things like media consumptionโ€”no Goodreads lists for me, thank youโ€”but it’s still sometimes interesting to review. And so, here is a non-comprehensive list of things that I remember enjoying very much in 2024. Travel, books, TV, whatever, I’m not going to be strict. These are all things that made my 2024 a better year than it would otherwise have been.

First up, I visited Inbe in Bizen, Okayama several times this year. It was wonderful. I met potters, enjoyed the scenery, and learned about its history and culture in a way that was vibrant and exciting.

Another thing that made my 2024 better was engaging more actively and thoughtfully in photography. I’ve written about it before, but even apart from whatever high-minded ideas about “art” or “creativity” people want to layer onto it, the very fact of engaging in a new expressive medium has been great. I have been a “word guy” all my life. Trying to be an “image guy” now is really something special for me.

A smiling older man with a mustache. He is wearing a towel on his head, a large watch, and a black tanktop and is flexing his muscular arms.
Macho man

In the world of books, there have been a few standouts. The one that stands largest in my memory is The Saint of Bright Doors by Vajra Chandrasekera, which I reviewed on this blog. There’s not much else to say about it, except that its weight in my memory has only grown with time. Read it.

I also read and loved Premee Mohamed‘s The Siege of Burning Grass. It is a fantasy story set in a world at war, but the central protagonist is a true pacifist despite the brutal social pressures on being a good, patriotic subject of empire. It is a story about the irrationality of war and the true courage that is pacifism, and the pain that occurs when those are placed in irredeemable conflict. I should have reviewed it more thoroughly. It deserves much thought and rereading.

Another standout is the Japanese-language only (so far) horror book Kinkichiho no aru basho ni tsuite (About a certain place in the Kinki region) by Sesuji. It’s a “mocumentary” horror book that presents itself as a collection of research materials for a magazine, but ends up telling a story of generational evil, the terrors of the Japanese countryside, and creepy stuff in general. I loved it. I think the translation rights have been sold, but that is so far unconfirmed.

In related media, I still think about Fake Documentary Q a lot. I wish the book had been better.

Apart from all the old music I mostly listen to (shout out to Eric Satie’s Gymnopรฉdies), the new album I listened to most is Daudi Matsiko’s The King of Misery. It seems perhaps inappropriate to talk about “enjoyment” regarding such an emotionally shredding/shredded work of art, but it is beautiful and alive and well worth listening to.

And, lest anyone get the idea that I went all high-brow and Big-C Cultural in 2024, I also watched the hell out of the Reacher series on Amazon Prime because there’s something unironically appealing about watching a very big man murder the fuck out of the Bad Guys.

What were some things that made your 2024 less terrible?

Tsurezure #9 – Hiyaoroshi

I find myself skipping a few articles that touched on personal matters that, while are fine for the local community, I’m not sure I want out in the whole world. But anyway. Here’s a somewhat (but not entirely) belated article about autumn’s sake, Hiyaoroshi.


ๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใฎๅญฃ่ชž๏ผšใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—

ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰็ง‹ใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆใใพใ™ใ€‚็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„้ฃŸๆใŒใŸใใ•ใ‚“ๆŽกใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ™‚ๆœŸใงไฝ“ใซๆŸ“ใฟใ‚‹ๆ–™็†ใ‚‚ๆฌกใ€…ใซใงใฆใใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚‚ใกใ‚ใ‚“ๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใ‚‚ใŠใ„ใ—ใ„ๅญฃ็ฏ€ใงใ™ใ€‚

ๅžๅ…ต่ก›ใฏ็ง‹ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใงใ™ใ€‚้…’ๅบ—ใ‚„ใ‚นใƒ‘ใƒผใฎๆฃšใซใฏ็ด…่‘‰่‰ฒใฎใƒฉใƒ™ใƒซใŒใŸใใ•ใ‚“ไธฆใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏ็š†ใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ€Œ็ง‹ใ‚ใŒใ‚Šใ€ใงใ™ใ€‚ๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ๆฅญ็•Œใฎ็ง‹้…’ใงใ™ใ€‚

ๅ…ƒใ€…ๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’้€ ใ‚Šใฎๆ™‚ๆœŸใฏ็ง‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ˜ฅใซใ‹ใ‘ใฆๅคงไฝ“4ใ‹ๆœˆๅ‰ๅพŒใงไปŠใฎๆ™‚ๆœŸใซใฏๆ–ฐ้…’ใŒใปใจใ‚“ใฉใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ไปŠใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆใใ‚‹ใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใฏๅ‰ๆœŸใฎๆ˜ฅใงใ—ใผใฃใŸๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใงใ™ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใงใฏใชใใ€Œใ„ใใคใฎ็‰นๅพดใ€ใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚

ๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใฏ้€šๅธธใ€็ซๅ…ฅ(ใฒใ„ใ‚Œ)ใจใ„ใ†ๆฎบ่Œใƒปๅฎ‰ๅฎšๅŒ–ใฎๆ‰‹้ †ใ‚’ไบŒๅ›ž่กŒใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๅ‡บๆฅไธŠใŒใฃใŸ้…’ใ‚’ๆพใ‚Šใใฎใ‚ใจ่ฒฏ่”ตใ‚ฟใƒณใ‚ฏใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹้š›ใซไธ€ๅ›žใ€ใ‚ฟใƒณใ‚ฏใ‹ใ‚‰็“ถ่ฉฐใฎๆ™‚ใซไธ€ๅ›žใŒๆ™ฎ้€šใงใ™ใ€‚ใ€Œ็”Ÿ(ใชใพ)้…’(ใ–ใ‘)ใ€ใฏ็ซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ•ใ‚ŒใฆใŠใ‚‰ใšใ€ใ€Œ็”Ÿ่ฒฏ่”ตใ€ใฏๆœ€ๅˆใฎ็ซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„ๆ„ๅ‘ณใจใ€Œ็”Ÿ่ฉฐใ‚ใ€ใฏไบŒๅ›ž็›ฎใฎ็“ถ่ฉฐใฎ็ซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚’ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใฏ็”Ÿ่ฉฐใฎๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใงใ™ใ€‚

ใใ—ใฆใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใฏ่ปฝใ็†Ÿๆˆใ•ใ›ใŸๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใงใ™ใ€‚ๆ˜ฅใซๆพใฃใŸใ‚ใจ็ซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚ฟใƒณใ‚ฏ่ฒฏ่”ตใ•ใ‚Œใพใ™ใ€‚ๆš‘ใ„ๅคใฎใ‚ใ„ใ ใซ็†Ÿๆˆใ—ใ€ใใ—ใฆๆถผใ—ใ„็ง‹ใŒๆฅใŸใ‚‰็“ถ่ฉฐใ‚ใ—ๅ‡บ่ทใ•ใ‚Œใพใ™ใ€‚ๆ˜”ใฎ้…’่”ตใฏไปŠใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚่ก›็”Ÿ็Šถๆ…‹ใŒๅ„ชใ‚ŒใฆใŠใ‚‰ใšๅ†ท่”ตๆŠ€่ก“ใ‚‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใŸใ‚ๅพฎ็”Ÿ็‰ฉใŒๆดป็™บใงใฏใชใ„ๆถผใ—ใ„ๆ™‚ๆœŸใซใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฃใ‹ใ‚Š็ซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„ๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใ‚’ๅ‡บ่ทใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚็ซๅ…ฅใ‚Œ่‡ชไฝ“ใฏๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใฎๅ‘ณใ‚„ๅฃๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šใซๅฝฑ้Ÿฟใ‚’ไธŽใˆใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ใงใใŸใ‚‰ใใฎใพใพใฎไธ€็•ช็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„ใ€Œ็†Ÿๆˆๆ„Ÿใ€ใ‚’็š†ใ•ใ‚“ใซๅฑŠใ‘ใŸใ„ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใŒ่ช•็”Ÿใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚

ใใฎๅๅ‰ใฏ็›ดๆŽฅ็š„ใซใใฎไบ‹ใซใ‚‚้–ขใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใใ†ใงใ™ใ€‚็ขบ่จผใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใจใ„ใ†่จ€่‘‰ใฎ็”ฑๆฅใซใ“ใฎ่ชฌใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ใŠ้…’ใ‚’ไบŒๅ›ž็›ฎใฎ็ซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚’ใ›ใšใ€Œๅ†ทใ‚„ใ—ใŸใ€็Šถๆ…‹ใง็“ถ่ฉฐใ—ใฆๅฎขใ•ใ‚“ใซใ€ŒใŠใ‚ใ—ใŸใ€ใ€‚่ชฌๅพ—ๅŠ›ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ใ€‚ใ€‚

ใจใ“ใ‚ใงใ€Œ็ง‹ไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€ใฎๆœฌๆฅใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใฏใ€Œ็ง‹ใพใงใญใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๅ‘ณใŒไธŠใŒใฃใŸ๏ผˆ่‰ฏใใชใฃใŸ๏ผ‰ใ‚‚ใฎใ€ใ ใใ†ใงใ™ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใฏใ€ใ‚‚ใจใ‚‚ใจๅ็งฐใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅ‘ณใฎ่ชฌๆ˜Žใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใงใ™ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ไปŠใฏใปใจใ‚“ใฉใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใจๅŒใ˜ๆ„ๅ‘ณใจใ—ใฆๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅคšใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ™ใ€‚็ดฐใ‹ใ„้•ใ„ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒใใ‚Œใฏ้…’่”ตใฎใ“ใ ใ‚ใ‚Šใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚

้›ฃใ—ใ„่ฉฑใฏๅˆฅใจใ—ใฆใ€Œใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใฏ็ง‹ใฎๅ‘ณใซใดใฃใŸใ‚Šใชๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใซ้–“้•ใ„ใชใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚ๅคใฎ้–“ใซ่ฝใก็€ใ„ใฆ็†Ÿๆˆใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๆ—จๅ‘ณใŒๅข—ใˆใ€ใพใ‚ใ‚„ใ‹ใซใชใฃใŸๅฟƒๅœฐ่‰ฏใ„ๅ‘ณใ‚ใ„ใ‚’ๆœŸๅพ…ใ—ใฆ็‡—้…’ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๆฏŽๅนดใฎๅžๅ…ต่ก›ใฎๆฅฝใ—ใฟใงใ™ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใกใ‚ใ‚“ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใใ†ใงใ™ใ€‚

ๅฑฑๅฃ็œŒใฎ็พŽๅ‘ณ็ง‹้…’ใŒใŸใใ•ใ‚“ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใŒๅ…‰ๅธ‚ใซ่ฟ‘ใ„่”ตใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰้…’ไบ•้…’้€ (ๅฒฉๅ›ฝๅธ‚)ใฎไบ”ๆฉ‹ใ€Œใƒˆใƒฉใ‚ฟใƒณใ€€ใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใจไธญๅณถๅฑ‹้…’้€ ๅ ด(ๅ‘จๅ—ๅธ‚)ใฎใ€Œไธญๅณถๅฑ‹ใ€€็ง‹ไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๅฑฑ้™ฝๅฐ้‡Ž็”ฐๅธ‚ใฎๆฐธๅฑฑ้…’้€ ใฎใ€Œๅฑฑ็Œฟใ€€ใฒใ‚„ใŠใ‚ใ—ใ€ใŒๅคงใฎใŠใ™ใ™ใ‚ใงใ™ใ€‚ๆ˜ฏ้ž่ฟ‘ใใฎ้…’ๅฑ‹ใ•ใ‚“ใงๆŽขใ—ใฆใฟใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€‚