THE WORLD DIGESTED

“What’s the matter? Where’re you going? You, chicken! That’s it, isn’t it—Nothing but a little chicken!”

Marty’s body stiffens, his eyes widen, then he slowly turns.

"Nobody calls me chicken!"

Marty McFly had a problem—he could not bear to be called a chicken. Had he have not had that little problem, G...

But in the meantime, pray to George Carlin (and maybe Joe Pesci too just to make sure), and chant "Save the Planet":   Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save those snails…The Planet is fine, the people are fucked.”

Authenticity—that is what we strive for. It is about being genuine; it is about being true; and it is about being original. Don’t we all wish that we were. Authenticity has a value, which a copy can never have. It is a stamp of approval; it is mark of quality: hence, jealously and fiercely protected...

Gone with the wind and time—we say good bye to Tsukiji, to the sea, to edomae and to the fish. Forgotten and foregone is the art of nimono and the artisanship of tsume, pushed over and brushed aside by the fatty richness of yellow tail, salmon and, of course, tuna. The modern hunger knows no bounds.

For every single yen counts here in Nishinari, Osaka. It is a town without convenience stores because nothing sold in 7-Eleven or FamilyMart is conveniently priced for the inhabitants. However, it has vending machines selling bottled drinks, of brands micro-local, as low as 30 JPY, which across the...

Human beings are animals. Thus we get into cat fights and dog fights, and we sigh, blaming our misbehavior on our animal instincts. Nevertheless, we claim that we, the humans, are different and superior. Despite having stemmed from the same happenstance–or a single happy coincidence, just to make it...

Perhaps, the cruel wind that breathes down from Mount Hiei carries a cold that is made more physiologically chilling by its psychological association with the massacred monks and the mocked faith.