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€‚

Setouchi Tsurezure #4 – Pottery Love

My fourth column for the local Setouchi Times newspaper was about my growing fascination with Japanese pottery. I discussed my discovery of the beauties of functional art, my interactions with local potters, and my growing collection.

้™ถ่Šธใซ้™ถ็„ถ

ใƒฉใ‚คใ‚ชใƒณใ€€ใ‚ธใƒŸใƒผ

่ฟ‘ๅนดใฏๆ—ฅๆœฌ้…’ใฎๆฌกใซ้™ถ็ฃๅ™จใซใ‚‚่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆŒใกๅง‹ใ‚ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใพใงใฏๆฏŽๆ—ฅไฝฟใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ™จใ‚’ใ‚ใพใ‚Šๆฐ—ใซใ—ใŸใ“ใจใŒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใงใ™ใŒใ€ๆ‰‹ไฝœใ‚Š้…’ๅ™จใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ใ“ใจใงๆ—ฅๆœฌใฎ้™ถ่Šธใซ้ญ…ไบ†ใ•ใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ„ใ‚ใ‚“ใช้™ถ่Šธๅฎถใฎไฝœๅ“ใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใ€ๆ—ฅๅธธ็”Ÿๆดปใซใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅฝฉใ‚’่ถณใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

่จ€ใ†ใพใงใ‚‚ใชใใ€่ฉ็„ผใฎ้‡่ฆใ•ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ไปฅๅ‰ใฎๅ–ๆใ‚’ใใฃใ‹ใ‘ใซ่ฉๅธ‚ใฎๆณขๅคš้‡ŽๆŒ‡ๆœˆ็ชฏใฎๆณขๅคš้‡Ž่‹ฑ้›„ๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใจ็Ÿฅใ‚Šๅˆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚่‹ฑ้›„ๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใฎ็ˆถใƒปๅ–„่”ตๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใฏๅฑฑๅฃ็œŒๆŒ‡ๅฎš็„กๅฝขๆ–‡ๅŒ–่ฒกไฟๆŒ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€่ฆชๅญใง็นŠ็ดฐใชไฝœๅ“ใ‚’ใŸใใ•ใ‚“ไฝœใฃใฆใŠใ‚‰ใ‚Œใพใ™ใ€‚้™ถ่Šธใ‚’้€šใ—ใฆใ€ๅคงไบ‹ใช็ต†ใŒใงใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚่ฉๅธ‚ใซใฏใ‚ˆใ้Šใณใซ่กŒใใพใ™ใŒใ€ๆฏŽๅ›žๆณขๅคš้‡ŽๆŒ‡ๆœˆ็ชฏใซใŠ้‚ช้ญ”ใ—ใ€็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ไฝœๅ“ใซๅ›ฒใพใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰ใ—ใ‚ƒในใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ใŠ่Œถใฎใ‚“ใ ใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๆณขๅคš้‡Žๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใฎใจใ“ใ‚ใงๆฏๅญใจ่ฉ็„ผไฝ“้จ“ใ‚‚ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ€ๆฏๅญใŒใ€ŒใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใฎ็‚บใซใ€ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใŠ็Œชๅฃใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆใใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใใฎไฝ“้จ“ใจ้™ถ่Šธๅฎถใ•ใ‚“ใจใฎไบคๆตใงใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎไธ–็•Œใ‚’ใฎใžใ่พผใ‚€ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ใฎๅค‰ๅ“ฒใ‚‚ใชใ„ๅœŸใ‹ใ‚‰็ฒ˜ๅœŸใ‚’้€ ใฃใฆใ€ใใ—ใฆใใฎ็ฒ˜ๅœŸใ‚’ไบบ้–“ใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ใงๅฝขใซใชใ‚‹็žฌ้–“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅฅ‡่ทก็š„ใช็ตŒ้จ“ใงใ™ใ€‚็„ผๆˆใฎๆ™‚ใฏ็‚ŽใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅฎŸๆ„Ÿใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚‚่จ€่‘‰ใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใใ‚‰ใ„ๅฐ่ฑก็š„ใงใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅ…จ้ƒจใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใใฎไฝœๅ“ใŒๆ—ฅๅธธ็”Ÿๆดปใซๆดป็”จใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹๏ผไฟกใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚

ใ‚‚ใกใ‚ใ‚“ใ€ๅฑฑๅฃ็œŒใฎไผ็ตฑ็š„ใช่ฉ็„ผใŒๆœ‰ๅใงใ™ใŒใ€็œŒๅ†…ๅ„ๅœฐใงใ‚‚ๅ€‹ๆ€ง็š„ใช้™ถ่Šธๅฎถใ•ใ‚“ใŒใŸใใ•ใ‚“ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ“ใ“ๅ…‰ๅธ‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ„ใใคใฎ็ชฏๅ…ƒใƒปไฝœๅฎถใ•ใ‚“ใŒใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ‚ขใƒˆใƒชใ‚จไปใฎๅ…ผๆธ…ไปๅฟ—ๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใ‚„ๆคฟ็ชฏใฎไธŠ็”ฐ้”็”Ÿๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใ‚’ใฏใ˜ใ‚ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ€ไผ็ตฑใฎๆž ๅค–ใงๅ‰ตไฝœๅŠ›ใฎ้ซ˜ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’้€ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไฝœๅฎถใ•ใ‚“ใŒใ„ใฃใฑใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚

้™ถ่ŠธๅฎถใŒ่ฟ‘ใใซใ„ใ‚‹ใจไธ€็•ชใ†ใ‚Œใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใฏใ€ๆ—ฅๅธธ็š„ใซไฝฟใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ™จใ‚’ไฝœใฃใŸไบบใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใงใใพใ™ใ€‚็พๅœจ็คพไผšใงใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใซใชใ„ใ“ใจใ ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ไฝฟใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฏใปใจใ‚“ใฉใฉใ“ใ‹ใฎๅทฅๅ ดใงใ€็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ไบบ้”ใ‚„ๆฉŸๆขฐใŒ้€ ใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ไบบใฎๆ‰‹ใงไฝœใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใจใ„ใ†ๅฎŸๆ„ŸใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒ็คพไผšใฎใƒญใ‚นใ ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚

ๆ˜”ใฎไผ็ตฑใ‚’ๅฎˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚‚ๅคงไบ‹ใงใ™ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏใใฎไฝœใ‚Šๆ‰‹ใจไฝฟใ„ๆ‰‹ใฎ็ต†ใ‚’ๅฎˆใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅคงไบ‹ใ ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๆฏŽๆœใ‚ณใƒผใƒ’ใƒผใ‚’้ฃฒใ‚€ๆ™‚ใซใ€็™พๅ‡ใง่ฒทใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅคงๅ’Œใฎ้™ถ่Šธๅฎถๅ…ซๆœจๅšๅนธๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใฎใƒžใ‚ฐใ‚ซใƒƒใƒ—ใง้ฃฒใฟใพใ™ใ€‚ใŠ้…’ใ‚’้ฃฒใ‚€ๆ™‚ใซใฏใ‚ˆใๅฎค็ฉใฎใƒใ‚งใƒปใ‚ธใ‚งใƒ›ใƒปใ‚ขใƒˆใƒชใ‚จใ‚ฎใƒฃใƒฉใƒชใƒผใง่ฒทใฃใŸใŠ็Œชๅฃใจ็‰‡ๅฃใงๅ‘‘ใฟใพใ™ใ€‚ใŠใคใพใฟใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆฏๅญใŒ้€ ใฃใŸใŠ็šฟใ‹ใ‚‰ใŸในใพใ™ใ€‚

ๅคงใ—ใŸไบ‹ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒใ€ใใฎ็ต†ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใŒใ‚‰็”Ÿๆดปใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚’ๅฟƒๆŽ›ใ‘ใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใจๆฏŽๆ—ฅ็พŽใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใจ่งฆใ‚Œๅˆใ†ใ“ใจใŒใงใใพใ™ใ€‚ๆฏŽๆ—ฅใ„ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆใ€ๆฏŽๆ—ฅไบบใฎๆ‰‹ใง้€ ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใจๆŽฅใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใฃใจใ„ใ„ใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚

่‡ชๅˆ†ใธใฎใ”่ค’็พŽใจใ—ใฆใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏๅœฐๅ…ƒใฎไฝœๅฎถใ•ใ‚“ใฎใ‚ขใƒˆใƒชใ‚จใซ่กŒใฃใฆใฟใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€‚็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ๅ‡บไผšใ„ใŒๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚

Not Quite a Resolution

The new year resolution is a tradition, as is the breaking of the new year resolution. So, I tend to shy away from them. But I do enjoy the idea of new starts, so there are some things I’m doing differently this year.

The first is that I’m trying to bring more beauty into my life. The past few months, I’ve been working with potters more closely, and I’ve realized that using their work as part of daily life is a simple way to elevate the quotidian. And so, rather than just focusing on sake wares, I’m using handmade pottery for everything I can.

A tall white porcelain cup that narrows at the bottom. The glaze shows a finger-shaped open patch at the bottom.
A porcelain cup by Jaeho Choi perfect for shochu, water, or other cold beverages. The Meiji era Arita ware plate below it is also great for serving stir-fry!

One of the last emotional holdouts for me was coffee. It’s a hard thing on cups, with its staining and oils, so the idea of drinking it from fine pottery was always somewhat uncomfortable. But when I talked to my potter friend Yagi Hiroyuki about it, he explained that he used a porcelain clay mix and a tighter glaze for coffee cups for that very reason, as well as layering food-grade silicon for cheaper wares. And then, he offered me a cup to test… So, now my daily coffee come from a handmade artisan piece.

A pinkish, rounded coffee cup reminiscent of Hagi ware.
A Hagi-ware coffee cup.

I’ve also realized that shochu cups are… Well, cups. So, why not use them for drinking other things, like water? No more plastic, no more cheap store-bought stuff… My day is now decorated with fine pottery from artists whose faces I know, whose hands I have shaken.

A short, wide ceramic cup with white glaze speckled with black. The sides are carved in random ways so that dark lines seem to rise from the glaze.
A shochu cup by Yagi Hiroyuki, now being used for water.

It’s a little thing, but one I’m glad of. And one I recommend others think about, too. There are plenty of affordable pieces by artists with skill and creativity all over Japan, and the world. Look around you. It’s good for the soul to eat and drink from functional art.