POSTCARD OF THE WEEK IV: Japan
I use the word ‘obsessed’ a lot in thsi blog, don’t I? Well, be assured that when I use it here, I mean it in every sense of the word. I am obsessed with Japanese culture, in particular, the cultures of Old Kyoto and Gion. This card was sent to me by Annette-in-Japan.
I don;t have much to say other than I adore Japanese culture, so here are a few of my other favorite postcards from Japan I’ve received!
I love the style of this one…and it combined my love of Japanese art with my love of cats! Speaking of which, allow me to obsess again for a moment to say that Japan has a small island that is populated almost entirely by non-feral stray cats? It’s a fisherman island, so they live off the castoffs of the fishers, and they’re apparently quite friendly. I must go here and live my lifelong dream of rolling in a sea of cuddlies on Cat Island.
Obviously these two both show more of why I love geisha. The gorgeous art on the left is reminiscent of the ancient style, and the photograph on the right shows two geiko (master geisha). You can tell they are masters of their craft because their kimono collars are white. If they were apprentices (maiko), they would have red collars and larger obi knots on their backs.
And of course, no post about Japanese postcards would be complete without the obligatory anime card!
I’m not sure which anime this is from (I watch so little of it…I’ve only ever seen episodes from two shows).
POSTCARD OF THE WEEK III: The Netherlands
I get a lot of flack for my mild obsession with the Royal Families of Europe. When I got this card, King Alexander was still only the heir apparent, so it’s in the earlier volumes of my collection. This card came to me from Anja.
Why do I love following the Royal Families? After all, most of them aren’t even powerful. Like England, many of the royals these days are more of a symbolic presence, with maybe some influence over parliaments or politics. And it’s not even as if they are particularly fascinating people (aside from Diana Spencer or Sarah Ferguson). They mainly keep up their appearances and jobs, rear children away from the public eye (smart), and marry models or children of business people. Many do have charitable causes they work for, but few reach the level of notoriety that Diana Spencer did. I bet most people can’t even name the houses that each country’s royals belong to, other than perhaps Windsor or Amsburg.
I guess it’s one of those things even I can’t explain. But when I look at postcards like this one, especially looking at the three little girls, I just can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy….what spectacular lives they are going to lead one day! Every step they make will either be watched, documented, or at least noted by the general public. With that kind of influence, they could change the world without even trying! How amazing is that?
This card motivated me to look up the history of the House of Orange-Nassau van Amsburg, and now, thanks to that, I have three books on hold for me at my library on King Alexander’s mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother. It’s a domino effect, and I bet once I read up on them, I’ll see another name dropped somewhere in the text that sparks my interest, etc. I am quite a biography enthusiast all around.
The Netherlands, funny enough, is on my bucket list of destinations to visit for a different reason: every year, The Netherlands plays host to Red Head Day…where over 7,000 gingers from around the world come together in celebration of red hair, freckles, and SPF-75 sunscreen (I assume). As a natural redhead, I feel obligated to make a pilgrimage to this gathering.
Question: Where Have I Actually Been?
Q: Have you actually been anywhere besides Scotland?
A: Yes I have! I have been to several places in Canada, including Ottawa, Toronto, Niagara Falls, and Quebec City. I’ve been to Portland, Oregon and Seattle, Washington. The most memorable place I’ve been to aside from Scotland is Oahu, Hawaii.
My senior year of college, I was given the opportunity of visiting my close friend and her husband in Hawaii, where they were stationed with The Navy (yes, they were at Pearl Harbor) during spring break. It was breathtaking. I think my experiences was heightened by the fact that it was off-season for tourists, and the early-spring weather meant it was warm, but not frying-eggs-on-sidewalks hot. Plus having ‘locals’ to stay with meant I could see all of the spots on Oahu tourists tend to overlook, like the North Shore, where there were these pretty coves and smaller beaches that hardly had anyone around. It was beyond my wildest expectations. I didn’t expect the peacocks to be as wild and used to people as pigeons in New York!
Oh, and don’t get me started on the shaved ice! Ohhhh maaaaan…
POSTCARD OF THE WEEK II: South Africa
I received this card at least a year ago, but it is still one of my favorites, because postcards from anywhere in Africa are pretty rare. In fact, I only have gotten one other card from Africa in the nearly two years I’ve been collecting. This one was sent to me by Verdigris.
I honestly had not heard very much about the Zulu tribe before getting this card, but it looks to be a group steeped in some cool traditions (I mean…I totally wish I could train to be a witch doctor!). I usually picture South Africa as post-Apartheid Johannesburg, with country clubs, suburbs, and traces of post-British imperialism. I see images like in the postcard above and my mind goes to Kenya, Zambia, and Angola before it goes to South Africa.
Then I got to thinking how I used to associate African tribal villages as being poor and backwards. I’m embarrassed to admit I used to think this way. I blame my middle-class American hegemonic upbringing for this. Now I think of life in a small, isolated village as probably a peaceful way to live, as long as food and water were in constant supply (which I know isn’t true in many cases). Think about it: you don’t have to worry about the NASDAQ crashing and wiping out your 401K, you don’t have to endure the mindless drivel that is 99% of pop culture these days, and you’re probably going to be very close with the entire village, so basically it’s like an extended family. You don’t necessarily need a 250K Masters Degree and a six-figure salary to live a satisfying life.
Perhaps people like the Zulu have their priorities in order more than Americans do. I can’t confirm this as I have no experience with Zulu culture, nor have I even even known a member of the Zulu tribe, but when you’re in a small, traditional tribe, your priorities are more likely about to be survival, safety, and living. Last week I was accosted by a group of thirteen years olds who hollered ‘selfie with stranger!’ and took off before I could realize that they placed being ‘cool’ above ‘not getting kidnapped’ in their priority order. Technology has warped us beyond our basic instincts, and it’s really getting bizarre.
Will I get to visit the Zulu tribe one day? Not sure. It’s not like I can take a Delta flight to the middle of the Serengeti. But if I could, would I? Absolutely!