Thoughts About Icicles

It’s cold and we actually got some snow recetly in this area, where we usually don’t. And you know what snow usually brings? Icicles!

何故に長みじかある氷柱ぞや
nani yue ni naga mijika aru tsurara zo ya[1]

why
are some icicles long,
others short?
—Onitsura[2]

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There was a Budweiser beer commercial I remember from the 1990s advertising their short lived flavor Bud Dry. It went: Why ask why; drink Bud Dry!

That’s a surprisingly Zen message for a beer commercial! Indeed, Zen often points out the silliness of asking why. This isn’t to say that curiosity isn’t a good thing. Of course it is. Most of human knowledge depends on curiosity. At the same time, sometimes we need to sit back and simply experience things as they are, without the need for explanations. Haiku, like Onitsura’s reflection on icicles, embodies this mindset—inviting us to appreciate the world’s natural patterns without questioning their purpose. In the case of the icicles, their varying lengths aren’t a puzzle to solve, but a reminder of the inherent randomness and beauty of nature.

Zen teaches us that not everything requires an answer, and perhaps more importantly, not everything has an answer. Just as the icicles grow long or short without intention, much of life unfolds in ways beyond our control. Embracing this uncertainty can lead to a deeper sense of peace and appreciation for the present moment.

So while the Bud Dry slogan may have been a clever marketing ploy, it also carries a grain of truth—sometimes, asking why only distracts us from enjoying what’s right in front of us.


Uejima Onitsura (1661–1738) was a pioneering haiku poet from Itami, Hyōgo Prefecture, known for his emphasis on makoto (sincerity) in poetry. Influenced by the Danrin school, he sought to strip haiku of puns and literary references, focusing instead on pure, natural expression. Though a contemporary of Bashō, he remained independent, and his haiku are celebrated for their simplicity, clarity, and deep connection to nature. Later in life, he turned to Zen, leaving haikai behind to pursue spiritual practice.

So This is Xmas

A few weeks ago was Christmas! The children woke up early and made chaos, enjoying their booty. After they had run to their rooms to play with toys, I sat and surveyed the mess. Looking over it, a haiku came to mind.

christmas morning—
the floor looks like
a tornado hit

Try as I might, I just couldnt get chatGPT to make this image with the presents open and the floor messy. Oh well. Close enough.
Try as I might, I just couldn’t get chatGPT to make this image with the presents open and the floor messy. Oh well. Close enough.

Santa-san came. No snow and no chimney, but he came just the same! And the kids went crazy.

I think it’s the same everywhere. Kids enjoy themselves. In Japan I think people are a bit more likely to open presents neatly most of the time. Our kids often do as well, but for Christmas I think the excitement is just too much and they rip the wrapping paper off as quickly as they can, scattering it here and there.

After I finished my tea I cleaned up a little. But as I’m sure most parents would agree, some time for pausing, enjoying the piece and quiet after the chaos, and relaxing is very necessary.

Happy New Year 2025

As Charlie Brown would say, another Christmas and New Years holiday has come and gone. This was a busy one! As you can see from the recent blog posts, I didn’t post for all of December and have only one post for January so far, not counting this one. As busy as I was with the kids when they were younger, that doesn’t seem to compare to how busy I am with them now, in their pre-teen years. But don’t let that sound like a complaint—I am enjoying every moment I get with them.

At any rate, over the next few weeks I’ll be trying to ease back into the more or less regular schedule of posting 2-3 times per week with a mix of original haiku and haiku translations along with some link posts to various Japan related things on the net. I didn’t have a chance to do it last year, but making some design improvements to this site is also on my mind. We’ll see what comes.

Anyway, Happy New Year 2025 to all of you! This is the year of the snake, by the way. I may do a post about this later, so stay tuned. But for the moment, just Happy New Year! Hope you had a good one and hope this year will be a great one!

Playing Mike Tyson’s Punch-Out With the Kids

This New Year’s holiday, I pulled out an old classic to play with my kids. Mike Tyson’s Punch-Out, aka Punch-Out.

This was one of the best games for the NES back in the day and is still considered one of the greatest games even made. It was made as Punch-Out, but then shortly after the initial Japan release, Nintendo of America president Minoru Arakawa went to see a Mike Tyson match and was so amazed that he decided they had to get Tyson for the game. Nintendo reportedly immediately paid Tyson $50,000 for a three-year deal and quickly programmed him in as the final boss, renaming the game Mike Tyson’s Punch-Out. This new version was then released in Japan a month later.

This was the version I grew up with. At my elementary school, everyone was obsessed with the game. We would trade tips at recess, exchange codes, brag, and then go to each other’s houses after school and show off—or attempt to show off, only to be destroyed. I still have the code for Tyson burned into my memory: 007–373–5963. Along with Jenny’s number,[1] these might be two numbers I’ll never forget.

It was a hard game. It is divided into three circuits. The first circuit is basically training for the game. New players quickly master it and move on. The middle circuit is more challenging. No longer can you just attack, but now you are forced to learn the enemy boxer patterns, learn to dodge their attacks, and counter attack. The final circuit is tough. The enemy boxer patterns become more complex and your timing has to be near perfect.

One of the most memorable features of the game is that every boxer is a bit of a caricature of a country. We have Glass Joe, a weak Frenchman, Von Kaiser, a German boxer sporting a Wilhelm moustache, Piston Honda, a Japanese boxer who exclaims random Japanese words when made angry, Soda Popkinski, a Russian boxer who drinks too much,[2] and so on.

When I was a kid I could easily get to the second to final boss: Super Macho-Man. Only occasionally could I beat him to get to Mike Tyson, and I never beat Tyson.

As incredibly popular as it was in the US, I don’t know how popular it was in Japan. It was released in Japan first as a gold cart simply titled Punch-out (パンチアウト!!) and then rereleased as Mike Tyson’s Punch Out (マイクタイソン・パンチアウト!!). None of my Japanese friends have memories of playing it when they were kids so I have the impression that it wasn’t very popular.

Later after the 3-year deal expired, Nintendo decided not to renew it and released a new version of the game, replacing Tyson with Mr Dream, a character who was based on Rocky Marciano. Well, the image and record were from Marciano anyway, but the actual boxer was just a recolored Tyson.

Anyway, I don’t know what sparked it, but my kids asked to play the game the other day. The oldest has the sans Tyson version on his 3DS. I let them both take it out and share. I watched and gave tips. We had fun for an hour or so. It was a good time.

It’s fun watching my kids enjoy the same games that I enjoyed so much when I was a kid. At the time I never would have thought these games would still be around and popular 40 years later. But here we are, Nintendo just keeps re-releasing these games, and kids keep playing and loving them.

I’m not sure how well it works, but if you want to play it online, do so here.


  1. 867–5309  ↩

  2. In the arcade, he was named Vodka Drunkenski, but this was changed for the family friendly NES.  ↩

Meditations on Tinnitus, A Haiku

The other day I was working and took some time to relax. This haiku soon followed.

I lean back
close my eyes
and listen to the ringing

Sleeping Woman - By Kajita Hanko
Sleeping Woman – By Kajita Hanko

Another revision I wrote down was:

I close my eyes
and listen to
the ringing

That might be a bit stronger—I don’t know. I kind of like the image of “leaning back”. That gives me a mental picture of a 1930s PI leaning back in his chair, feet on desk, hands behind his head. I wasn’t doing that—my desk is a low Japanese style desk and I sit on the floor, for starters—but that was kind of the image in my head that popped in with the haiku.

I have long suffered from tinnitus, that is, ringing in the ears. I’ve had it all my life. I don’t know what caused it. I do have a distinct memory of asking my dad if I could wear his ear buds when I was six or seven—this is back in the day when ear buds were quite large and not entirely comfortable, when the cheap walkman style headphones were the typical ones. He warned me not to play them too loud, or I might damage my hearing. I don’t remember suffering any pain, but I do remember that when he took them away from me some hour later, my ears were ringing quite a lot, with that after-noise that you hear when a concert finishes. That might have been the start of it. If it was, then I obviously didn’t heed my dad’s warnings. I think of this memory sometimes when I warn my son not to do something that could be dangerous for him.

But whatever the cause, I have had it as long as I can remember. When I was younger, it bothered me, but I long ago made peace with it. Maybe that is one advantage of growing up with tinnitus: you get used to it. Sometimes I even use the ringing as a meditation aid when I otherwise can’t keep my mind from being distracted.

Anyway, the other day while I was working I paused at once point and enjoyed the silence, which to me always features the ringing in my ears. Then I started to listen specifically to the ringing and the haiku soon came to mind.

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