Gut Bucket

I had a friend visiting from out of town.  I live in such a beautiful place that sometimes it’s difficult to fathom.  Everywhere we go, we keep marveling at the beauty and remarking, “this is where I live”.

One night we went out to see a local band playing.  I know Brian, one of the guys that was playing in the band.  We got there and found the band packing up.  They were slated to play on the deck outside and it was threatening to rain.  Most of the band went home, but Brian and some of his friends stayed for on the deck for drinks.  It was summer, but very chilly out so the place had fire pits outside.  We joined them around one of the fire pits.  Everyone kept trying to get Brian to play his guitar.  He could play even if everyone else had gone home.

One of the guys, Ben, said he would join Brian with his gut bucket.  At this point we were cold and talking about going home.  I turned to my friend and said we couldn’t go until we saw how this played out.  We learned much about Ben’s gut bucket.  Such as he made it himself.  He doesn’t use catgut for the string as that is for fancy events such as weddings.  He uses other types of string that he can get a hold of like clothesline.  He was playing it at a different bar last week so it’s still over there.  The whole conversation we are trying to figure out what a gut bucket is – is it what we think it is – is it a metal bucket with a string attached to it?  We are both pretty sure that’s what it is.  Ben decides that he will go to the other bar to get the gut bucket and then Brian will have to play with him.  He takes off.  I ask one of the other guys if he will get lost and forget what he went out to find (there’s been a bit of alcohol consumed).  We all agree there is a 50/50 chance he’ll come back.  We decided to stick it out a little longer and wait to see if he comes back.  In about a half hour Ben is back with his gut bucket – it is what we guessed.  But, it’s in need of repair.  The string is broken and he doesn’t have another.  One of the guys goes out to Brian’s truck and finds an ice skate lace.  They work for about another 20 minutes trying to make the ice skate lace work for the string.  Ben and Brian start playing and we get treated to a small jam session on the deck.  It was totally worth the wait.  It never did rain.  Impromptu gut bucket concert on the deck.  This is where I live.

Snowball Fight

I went snowboarding on Winter Park’s closing day.  It was a warm sunny day.  During lunch I sat outside the restaurant at the top of the mountain.  There are lounge patio type chairs out in the snow just outside the restaurant.  Most of them were full and all facing the short path from the top of the ski lift to where the ski run starts.  It was a rowdy crowd and almost all the chairs were full, but we managed to find a couple of chairs.  Some people are dressed up in silly costumes, some are stripped down to just a t shirt because it’s so warm.  All are fortified with snowballs.  So, after I see what is going on, I start making some snowballs because I feel that is my obligation based on where I am sitting.  There are about 30 people lounging and anyone that tries to ski by is at risk of a one-sided snowball fight.  I quickly learn that I’m not very good at throwing snowballs at moving targets, not a surprising discovery.  Of course, the three girls skiing in their bikinis get quite a large number of snowballs.  The ski patrol guy thought he should be exempt, but he wasn’t.  Women and children were not safe in this war.  Costumes got more snow fire.  People that tried to escape did not.  People that mooned us or egged us on got pummeled.  Some people figured out what was going on as they were coming up the lift or because they had run the gauntlet before.  They came with a snowball or two for us.  In times of little to no traffic the loungers turned to friendly fire.  But the ones that got the most snow fire were the ones who decided to leave the lounge chairs and take a run.  I think I hung out there for 2 hours before I took off.  My arm hurt the next day from throwing so many snowballs.

Cat Hats

Japanese seem to love cats.  We went to a cat café which you paid to have coffee or tea and sit in a room full of cats that are so not interested in you.  In the stores you can buy cat hats.  There are all sorts of different ones you can buy.  I found many “gumball” machines with cat hats in them.  They are like our old gumball machines, but instead of getting candy or a toy, you can get a cat hat.  So, I bought one for my friends that I often stay with in Denver.  As you have already guessed, cats don’t like hats.  But, I assume most people like cats in hats.  No cats were harmed with the making of this blog, embarrassed, maybe.

Light Museum

I don’t know where I saw this advertised, but I saw an advertisement for the teamLabs Borderless exhibit in Tokyo before I left Colorado.  It is art created through light coordinated with sound and movement.  It looked interesting so we got tickets to go see it.  It ended up being more than interesting and was nothing short of pure magic.  I can’t say enough about it.  I’m not even sure I can come close to explaining how wonderful it was.  If you ever have the chance to see an exhibit by teamLabs, go!

It was a very popular art installation as the line to see it was out the door and around the corner.  It took a long time to get in, but it was so worth the wait. You are lost the second you enter the exhibit.  We were given a map so I knew what some of the areas were, but you couldn’t possibly follow the map once you are inside.  There were flowers made of lights spinning and moving along the walls ceiling and floor to the point that you really couldn’t tell where the walls ceiling and floor were.  There were elephants, giraffes and other creatures made of flowers walking through the hallways.  There were many little rooms with other things in them, but the flowers and animals still wandered in and out of these rooms.

A quote from their website:  “People understand and recognize the world through their bodies, moving freely and forming connections and relationships with others. As a consequence, the body has its own sense of time. In the mind, the boundaries between different thoughts are ambiguous, causing them to influence and sometimes intermingle with each other.  teamLab Borderless is a group of artworks that form one borderless world. Artworks move out of the rooms freely, form connections and relationships with people, communicate with other works, influence and sometimes intermingle with each other, and have the same concept of time as the human body.  People lose themselves in the artwork world. The borderless works transform according to the presence of people, and as we immerse and meld ourselves into this unified world, we explore a continuity among people, as well as a new relationship that transcends the boundaries between people and the world”.

There was one room where if you stood still, butterflies were created on you.  They started on your chest and back and moved to your feet and then flew out into the room and then fluttered out into the hallway and continued on to cover all reaches of the exhibit.  As long as people stood in this room, butterflies were created.  I had read that they continue to fly until someone touches them and then they cease to exist.

There was a room with a floor that raised up, covered in rocks made of light up to a beautiful waterfall in the corner.  You could walk up the rocks and sit on top of them with water made of light falling all around you and flowing out to the other corner of the room.

Another room was filled with lanterns that when you stood next to one, it lit brightly of a specific color.  Then the next closest two lights would light up with the same color and the next closest two to those until the pattern worked it’s way back to the original lamp.  The lamps were arranged in such a way that the line of light would always come back to the original lamp.  With a room full of people and different colors, mirrors on the floor, ceiling and walls it was impossible to follow the wave of lights you created, but it was mesmerizing.

There was a room that was called nest where you were supposed to lay on your back suspended in a nest while lights swirled around you.  We never made it to this one because of the long line to get in the room, but it sounded magical.

My favorite room was one where we entered the back of the room.  There were a bunch of vertical bars with round discs on them.  The discs were above our heads and light was being projected on them, but you couldn’t quite tell what the light was doing.  As we walked farther in the room, we walked upward and watched as the discs came more in line with our shoulders and then our hips.  At this point, it was a sea of color moving and swirling on the discs.  It went from walking through a field of waving reeds or plants to cascading colors and rivers of movement all around you as if you were standing in the field or the surf or the galaxy of color.  You slowly walked through, making your own path through the discs on poles until you were at the other side of the room where the exit was.  It was so unexpected that I loved it.  The room was called memory of topography.  That alone would have been worth the price of admission.

There was a room with led light strips hanging from floor to ceiling.  It looked like there was no rhyme or reason to it and that the whole room was full of these light strips.  They danced and moved to music, changing colors.  After a little bit, you could see pathways through the lights.  You walked through the pathways into other rooms.  Patterns would appear in the lights, they would light up like lightning and then go dark.  It was difficult to tell which way was up, where lights started and ended and they seemed to go on forever.  It was the very definition of magic.  This room was called Crystal World.

Ok wait, the tea house was my favorite room in the exhibit.  This was the only thing you had to pay for in the exhibit.  The description sounded interesting so we went in and bought tea.  We were taken to a very dimly lit waiting room until it was our turn.  After about 3 or 4 minutes we were taken to a very dark bar.  The bar was big and wide and could hold about 12 – 18 people.  Our waiter came out and brought us tea.  As the tea sat on the bar, a flower started to form in the tea.  The flower grew as long as the tea cup sat still on the bar.  Then when you picked it up to sip it, it broke into many flowers and scattered across the top of the bar.  Once freed from the cup, the flowers flowed out across the bar and floated up the wall when they reached it or continued on to the bar next to ours.  As long as there was tea in the cup, flowers formed and grew and broke apart to float around the room.  A guy sat next to us.  He had ordered ice cream.  As long as there was ice cream in his cup, vines grew out of his cup and wandered around the bar.  I wish I had paid more attention to the menu as I might have ordered more than one thing.  I didn’t want to ever leave, but as slow as I drank my tea, it was eventually gone and the bar turned dark again.

Here are a couple of photos and a lot of videos:

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Shinkansen

To get to Bessho Onsen we had to take a bullet train from Tokyo to Ueda.  So, to get back to Tokyo we took it again.  We got to the station early and had to wait around for a while.  A couple bullet trains came in and left during the time we were there.  They would slow way down before getting to the station and roll in at a respectable velocity.  Or they would slow down and stop.  When they left, it was fun to see how quickly they sped up even though they were long out of sight before they reached maximum velocity.  I saw one coming in and in a split second realized it wasn’t slowing down.  I could feel the energy as it approached and went by like a physical wave.  I felt like it would knock me over, but it didn’t.  It felt like my heart might implode from the energy wave it brought with it.  I instantly wanted to run, but was rooted where I stood.  I screamed involuntarily, but I doubt anyone heard me.  It was one of the coolest and scariest (at the same time) things I’ve ever witnessed.  I couldn’t see anything as it was just a blur of silver.  I thought, I should video this, but I was afraid my phone would just be ripped from my hands.  Plus, I couldn’t get to my phone because I couldn’t take my eyes off it.  In a few seconds it was gone.  I was shaking all over unable to move, my heart was racing and physically, I felt terrified.  I couldn’t even speak.  Sorry no photos or videos.  I promise, if I go back, I’ll be prepared.

Forest Plastic

While in Japan, we did a few short hikes that took us into the forest.  We saw what looked like logs covered in plastic or tarps.  We tried to figure out what these might be.  Did they cut down trees for firewood and the plastic was to keep them dry?  Maybe, but why would they be no where near a building that required firewood?  Did they cut them down for some purpose and then put plastic over them to claim them so no one else took them before they could come back for them?  Plausible, but not a solid answer.  Is this where plastic grows?  Ok, that’s not a real answer.  Was it actually bags of trash and it looked like logs covered in plastic?  Sad, but slightly more plausible than the other ideas.  We saw some logs piled up at the retreat center after we got there.  They were not covered in plastic.  One day someone asked me if I knew what the log piles were for.  I didn’t.  They have mushroom spores on them and at some point, when it is determined they are ready, they will cover them with plastic to help keep it dark and moist and create the right conditions for the mushrooms to grow.  That answer never crossed my mind.  When I did some research on line about the log and plastic method of growing mushrooms, this came up as a great way to grow shiitake mushrooms.  One article said there are about 160,000 shiitake mushroom growers in Japan.  I also read an article where you can buy a log covered in mushroom plugs and start your own shiitake farm in your backyard.

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Slippers

We were in Japan for an Awakening to Presence (ATP) workshop.  This is the course work I did from 2007 to 2014.  There is a class and a public workshop in Japan and I have never been to one of their classes.  I decided it was time to go experience what it is like in Japan.  The class/workshop is done at a retreat center in the mountains near Bessho Onsen.

The ways of the retreat center and Japanese people are different than ours in many ways.  One of the things that is different is shoes.  Shoes are not used in homes.  They are not used in some restaurants, but are ok in others.  I couldn’t tell what the difference on restaurants was.  We met the Japanese assistant teachers at the train station and got in a couple of cabs with them to go up to the retreat center.  We were arriving early with them to prepare for the class/workshop which would start a day later.  I’m glad we arrived with them as it would have been more difficult to navigate the cultural differences without them.  When we got to the retreat center, we walked up a steep path to the main retreat center building.  This was the building where we would eat and sleep.  There was a large raised deck.  They put their suitcases on the deck on their sides.  Then wet towels were brought out to wipe off the wheels and bottoms of the suitcases.  I would have messed that up if they had not showed us what needed to be done.

Then you take off your shoes and put them in cubby holes.  There are around 60-100 pairs of slippers near the cubby holes.  None of them are fit for a woman.  They are all giant, but probably too small for some larger men.  They basically fit no one.  But you have to wear the slippers as you walk across the decks.  I’m not quite sure how to walk in slippers that keep falling off while carrying a newly cleaned suit case.  Then when you get to the room we are sleeping in, the bathroom or the room where we are to eat, you take the slippers off at the door and go in socks.  When you go into the bathroom, you leave your deck slippers at the door and put on bathroom slippers.  That seems like a lot of effort to me.  Then when everyone is at dinner there a ton of slippers outside of the dining room.  When you leave the dining room, the slippers you came in with are gone and you end up taking any slippers you can find.  This makes no sense to me.  Is it cleaner to wear the same slippers someone else was wearing an hour ago than to just forgo the slippers altogether?  It definitely would have been safer as I was constantly shuffling just to not toss a slipper across the deck or to face plant when one came off as I was trying to step on that foot.

I love the idea of no shoes indoors, but I’m not quite on board with deck slippers.

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Electric Bikes

I’m in Japan for an ATP workshop.  We arrived a few days early to check out the small town near where the workshop will be.  We’ve covered most of the village of Bessho Onsen on foot so far.  We were told by our Airbnb host that the town had bikes we could use for free.  There’s another section of town we could get to and explore if we had bikes.  There are some more temples we could see also.  We went down to the train station to “rent” the bikes.  They are electric bikes.  I’ve never ridden an electric bike.  They do seem to be all the rage lately so this should be fun.  This is a mountain village so it’s not flat.  The electric bikes should help with the steeper sections of journey as well.  But, of course, there is no flat open place to practice.  Nor did I have any thought that I would need practice.  I get on the bike and pedal to cross the street from the train station to the sidewalk on the other side of the street.  One half pedal rotation was like three.  I shot like a rocket across the street squeeling like an 8 year old girl.  For some reason, unexpected speed made my body think it needed to turn the handle bars sharply to the left.  I almost spun out in the middle of the street.  I managed to correct the turn just before getting to the curb.  What have I gotten myself into?  A whole afternoon of this?  Of course, the sidewalk was steep in the beginning and didn’t level off for about 15 minutes.  By the time it leveled off, I was a little more use to riding.  Starting remained a challenge most of the afternoon, though.  We got to ride through a more residential area of town which was wonderful.  I love to see neighborhoods and see how people live.   It’s fun to see what’s different and what’s the same.  It’s fun to try to imagine what it would be like to live there, where you would shop, where you would exercise, who you might know.  We went up into the hills and saw some temples.  The bikes were so helpful for climbing the small hills that would have been a huge challenge on a normal bike.  Now I want an electric bike.

Spa Light

I use to do ear candling more often, but over the years of living alone, have done it less often as it’s not a safe (or possible?) thing to do by yourself.  I found a place that will do it for you.  I felt like I was getting a sinus or ear infection so I decided to pay someone else to do ear candling for me.

I went into the massage office and was shown to a room.  The room was dimly lit, cozy and warm.  The soft light made you want to nap.  I laid down to wait.  The whole ceiling broke out into fluffy clouds of soft light.  Upon closer inspection, it looked like the whole ceiling was covered in lace.   When I looked around the dimly lit room, I realized the entire room was also fluffy clouds of light.  There was a large metal light in the middle of the ceiling.  It had tons of tiny holes as well as flowers cut out of the metal.  The light fell out of it in soft shapes all over the ceiling and walls.  I’m not sure if the lamp or it’s effect on the ceiling and walls was more pretty.

Tubing

The winter season is winding down.  The ski resort is still open, but it’s mostly slush, not snow.  It’s less crowded.  One of my friends got $5 tickets for the tubing hill at the ski resort.  And it was the last week the tubing hill would be open.  So at lunch time, three of us went tubing for an hour.

On our way to our first run we heard a little kid screaming very loudly in giant protest when his parents made him leave.  We all thought we might feel like that when it was our turn to leave, when our hour was up.

There were four tracks.  We went down a couple, taking turns before we found out we could go down all at the same time holding onto each other’s tubes.  That was a game changer.  We tried all four until we found our favorite one.  We hooked our tubes together and went down screaming and laughing like teenagers.  It was amazing how little control you had, just hold on and giggle.

This is where I live.  These are my friends.  This was my lunch break.  How wonderful.  I was sad to go, but was able to keep from screaming and crying in protest.

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