Thursday, January 27, 2022

Invisible and Forgotten

The covid-19 pandemic makes me realize again and again that the government of this country does not consider people like me, foreigners with long-term visa and companies lawfully established and managed by foreigners members of the society, by not making them eligible for any kind of public assistance. We are totally invisible and forgotten, and there is no parliamentarian who represents us or shows even a bit of care toward us. Even in a prolonging crisis, financial certainly and mental likely, such as this caused by the pandemic, the government does not seem paying any attention to what measures can be formulated to help them cope with it.

Not many weeks ago, I found a letter from the community council or something in my letter box, offering an online voucher that can be used at certain shops in the neighborhood. I thought, "a tiny help, finally." I duly downloaded the application and entered my particulars only to find the message, "Available only for citizens."

I've been thinking about leaving this country for some years, no matter how vaguely. This thinking began before the pandemic hit the world. Leaving takes orderly preparation which requires some months at least. And now, with restrictions of movement, quarantines and all that, how can I start preparation? I have to start with deciding where I should go from here. My home country is one of the options but it is almost as foreign as others.

Wednesday, January 26, 2022

Fonts of Bembo and Janson: Switching between Characters and Numbers

I like the old-style fonts of Bembo and Janson. But why do they have different sets for small/capital characters and for small capitals and numbers/figures? Is there any way I can type without this switching between small/capital characters and numbers/figures?

Sunday, January 23, 2022

Bored Because It's Boring Here

This is what I was saying in one of my nightmares.

Reading books that make me think or feel may be my way of escape.

Escape from the boredom of this country where people seem able to think only about money, career or religion. This is a result of having their minds made numb by the restriction imposed on a sacred principle of any society aiming to be and remain sound, healthy and democratic, which is freedom of expression and the press. The constitution of the country states that it guarantees every citizen freedom of speech and expression, peaceable assembly and formation of associations, but the parliament may impose restrictions on these freedoms when "it considers necessary or expedient in the interest of the security," "public order" or "morality" of the country. Which of course is subjective, depending on who defines security, public order and morality. To begin with, this country does not even pretend to be a democracy because it is not. As far as I'm aware, in no section of the constitution does it contain the term, "democracy" or "democratic." A recent case shows that here, one is a number of persons large enough to organize an illegal "assembly," which seems to the court not in the country's interest of public order. Newspaper reports describe this guy as an "activist" with an arrest record. What cause this activist is for or against, I don't know. And a company needs approval by the government if it wants to publish a newspaper. Many newspapers have been suppressed and gone extinct before and soon after the independence of the country.

If people sense that something seems not really right but are trying not think about it because doing so may put them into an uncomfortable situation or worse, it is deplorable but still understandable. But so many of them are so passive and do not care a bit and are busy using their heads to come up with ways to make more money or praying to whatever god they believe in.

Especially those who didn't experience the days, when diverse, even subversive to the eye of the powers that be, voices existed in the press, may not have the vaguest idea of what freedom of the press means.

Such an idea as abstract as democracy may not have a place in their minds. You cannot see democracy in your bank account or on the restaurant menu. And it is certainly difficult to find conflicting views going on in any religious circles. It seems that a very few people who have doubts about how the country has been managed are those who witnessed democracy in action, no matter how tame that may be, in other countries. During my days here for more than 20 years, only one man talked about differences of social and political attitude between his country and mine, where he had spent some years as a student of the Defense Academy (!). He told me he had get astounded when he was watching TV programs wherein people were calling the then prime minister a fool or idiot. Impossible here unless you are ready to go broke by being prosecuted and found guilty of libel.

More than a few said very nice things about my country but they were only tourists there. And the same can be said even about this country if you are tourists. I remember that another citizen of this country was saying she wanted to emigrate to Australia not so much because of any ideological reason as because of the insufficient supply of exciting nightspots. When somebody expresses his dissatisfaction with the country's boring environment, he will be understood in most cases that he is complaining about nightlife. All others have never showed the slightest interest in any kind of discussion which is political even very remotely. People see only specifics of their everyday lives but not an overall picture. They may prefer safety and security which is probably more difficult to realize with a chaotic democracy, and they cannot eat democracy.

By the way, prostitution is legal in a strictly controlled manner. Nobody seems to know who is controlling it strictly under what law. Nobody seems to know who is in charge of recruiting women, all of them foreigners from surrounding countries, who would work as hookers in this country. And in the statistics of covid-19 infection, those guys from South Asia or China working at construction sites had a category separate from the general population, though at one point of the pandemic, their dormitories are where most cases of infection were occurring.

Oh yes, somebody else mentioned a politician as an object of her respect. She seems unable to look at what kind of country the politician and his colleagues have created and how they have numbed her and many other's minds. A political lobotomy. When freedom of expression is so heavily restricted, people are satisfied with reporting by their domestic press, and they don't bother to take a look at how their country is portraited in democracies, they have no way to know their country has often been the butt of many jokes.

I have no intention to be engaged in any serious political debate with people here because I have no vote here, even though that frustrates me sometimes. But aren't people of this country so incredibly and pathetically spineless, gutless, or simply ignorant? The government has succeeded brilliantly in creating a populace that is obedient and unquestioning and never wake up to be skeptical. People are not even aware that they have been made who they are by not enjoying freedom of the press.

What could be more boring than living among lobotomized people? Or are they superb experts of hiding their true thinking?

Friday, January 21, 2022

Life: Still Precarious

Once again, I haven't able to bring myself to write anything here for a long time partly because I've been trying to complete another blog of mine, which I started in 2008, and I think its end is overdue and near while I still was getting materials that should be added to it. A bigger reason is mental fatigue.

Another reason is my reading which takes up a substantial amount of time: reverse-chronologically (any word to express this?) roughly in the order below:

A Personal History (Katherine Graham, reread)

A Reporter's Life (Walter Cronkite, reread)

Once Upon a Distant War (William Prochnau)

The Powers That Be (David Halberstam)

Kissinger (Alistair Horne, reread)

Vietnam: The Ten Thousand Day War (Michael Maclear)

The Final Days (Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein, reread)

All the President Men (Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein, reread)

When I'm not reading (not very often) or working (almost always), I spend my time watching old Fujiyama Kanbi VDVs with beer. They certainly remind me of the kind of language I grew up with. Old-fashioned and authentic. Then though the words they use are all "correct," there're a few actors whose obviously Kyushu accent is noticeable. Some of them are veterans of the Shochiku Shinkigeki theater, and almost all of them are dead or not seen these days. A young actor who play small roles in these VDVs is now leading the theater. And beer... I can no longer afford to have even beer every night. Many years ago, it was shochu, gin, vodka. Then, switch to wine. At least a cheap bottle of it every night. Even two bottles sometimes. Now beer every other day or once in three days, though when I drink I do a lot, even more than 10 small cans.

The biggest reason of not having put anything here for a while is the deterioration of my mental state compounded by the Covid-19 pandemic, which is devastating to my business and destroyed what little I'd had of social life. My company's profuse bleeding hasn't stopped and I don't think it will at least as far as restrictions of cross-border movement are with us. No light at the end of this pandemic tunnel.

 

Good news is I received this year's first job two days ago (18th) and immediately started working on it without waiting its official confirmation, which came yesterday afternoon. It's a contract document, rather complicated as is likely because of legalese. I worked overnight to reach the last page while helped by translation work done for a similar document, which I had a look as reference. This translation work apparently has been done by somebody who is familiar with the way lawyers write if it is really translation. Though I've translated numerous legal documents, I strongly think that's not the way anybody should write. And I'm not interested at all in learning more about how they are supposed to look like. Late afternoon today, I sent my work to the client.