By my "Class of Twelfth Night" Laurel sister, Sarah Wydville AKA
modehistorique.
http://www.modehistorique.com/blog/?m=20120417
http://www.modehistorique.com/blog/?m=20120418
http://www.modehistorique.com/blog/?m=20120419
There may be more to come (and I don't know if she was planning to include Japonisme before or after I mentioned it to her, but I'm sure she knew about it.)
Just this week we had a poster on the Tousando asking whether his tattoos and "straight edge" modern life style would make any difference to his portraying a medieval Japanese in the SCA.
Nobody cares if you appropriate Western European medieval culture and you're white. (For that matter, I doubt anyone has the temerity to give the African American lady with the male Norse persona a hard time about her persona choice, because it's a Western European choice.) And within the SCA, someone is far more likely to object to a non-European persona because it doesn't jive with that person's concept of what belongs in their version of "the Current Middle Ages" than that said portrayal appropriates someone else's culture. After all, they're appropriating someone else's medieval culture too.
I remember my apprehension the first time I wore wafuku in the presence of a fellow member who is Japanese American, and upon meeting Baron Vail (and others) from the Far West. What did they think? Were they offended? The good news is no, in every case, which means I must be doing something right. At the same time, they are Asian or of Asian heritage portraying Western Europeans. And the Japanese nationals from FW seem to get a huge kick out of me doing what I do.
Japan is itself an interesting case because they have been appropriating other cultures right back, at least since the sixth century CE. My Nara period outfit is basically a Tang Dynasty Chinese one seen through a Japanese filter, as illustrated in the photo of me and Wu-hime. The Chinese showed up with a writing system, Buddhism, tea, sericulture (silk cultivation), an Imperial Court hierarchy and fashions that the Japanese jumped on with enthusiasm. 
In the 16th and 17th centuries, the Japanese looked at some of what the Portuguese and other Europeans were bringing in and latched on to the things they liked, from firearms to food to fashion, not to mention a significant population adopting Christianity for a period.
Depiction of a Christian samurai from the Kyoto Costume Museum. http://www.iz2.or.jp/english/fukusyoku/busou/32.htm
After 1853, Japan looked at the West, determined to catch up as quickly as possible - and did. If you want to blame someone for Pearl Harbor, you can blame it on Commodore Matthew Perry and the Treaty of Kanagawa in 1854. As the Japanese were adopting Western dress and technology, Westerners were being charmed by "Old Japan." (Christopher Benfey's The Great Wave discusses this in depth).
In the 20th and 21st centuries, Japan and the West continue to cherry pick each other's cultures. The fashion conscious young people who hang out in Harajuku mash up various pieces in combinations which set the traditional context of certain garments completely on their ears.
"French maids" in Akihabara, http://ramblingmuse.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/akihabara-akiba-maid-550183-o-1024x715.jpg
Make of it what you will.
Tanka - not part of the challenge
Apr. 18th, 2012 08:06 pm| Whispered friendly words Drift like mist through a forest, Causing one to smile. As one journeys from the cave, To rejoice in bright kindness... ----Date Saburou Yukiie |
A long hoped for message comes,
Brightening the day.
The mountain passes open:
It is truly spring at last.
For those not in the know, this gentleman and I began trading poetry back in 2004. At some point, it turned into an "courtship" between our two personae. He's been out of the game for a bit, then we reconnected recently on Facebook. Today he popped up on the Tousando. Yep. I missed the big lug.
Hot men in hakama
Apr. 15th, 2012 10:01 amhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/tomlapille/sets/72157629817078123/
This is the young gentleman from An Tir who came down at Twelfth Night, carried packages during my pre-event shopping, played a gong during my procession, put one of his garb projects in the A&S display and charmed the tabi off all and sundry who met him. And can he sew! I'm planning on going up for West An Tir War this summer and we're already talking about doing some Japanese themed classes.
In separate, unrelated news, I'm debating whether to go to the fantasy fair in San Jose or not. Part of me wants to, but my ankles are killing me after a day tramping around San Francisco. I should probably eat something and decide then.....
EDIT. No, I think not. I probably will get out this afternoon and go for a walk, but I'm just not feeling the fantasy fair love right now....
Tanka challenge 4/14/12
Apr. 14th, 2012 10:40 pmThe sinuous notes of strings
Delicately bowed.
Across the road our eyes meet
I drop a note in his case.

I know him only as "The Erhu Guy." He's usually sitting on Grant Street in the shadow of Old St. Mary's Cathedral.
Why, yes, I was in Chinatown this morning. James and Sylvia wanted to meet and go to Japantown, but weren't going to get into San Francisco until noon. I was up early, antsy after days or rain and wanting to break in my new sports sandals which are quite comfy, but have a bit of a squeak. So I took BART to Montgomery Street and walked up to Chinatown. At 10 AM Grant Street isn't too much of a madhouse. I mostly just walked around, though I did end up buying some earrings for myself and some for presents. (I made the mistake of admiring some very expensive jade, but fortunately was able to beg off.) I also took a couple architectural photos, then hiked all the way down California Street to Market Street in time to meet James and Sylvia. We walked back up Market to Geary and caught a bus up to Japantown.
In Japan, hanami means going out to view the cherry blossoms. You pack a picnic, you go to some place where there are trees, you sit under them and enjoy the day. In America, we have cherry blossom festivals, which are less about enjoying flowering trees and more about celebrating Japanese heritage. We wandered around a bit, and after surveying a crapton of people selling tee shirts and walking through the food area (the takoyaki stand has now substituted fish cake for ground beef, which still ain't octopus in my book), James announced that he'd never actually eaten in a Benihana. Sylvia ran across and got us on the lunch list while I pounced on a $15 white silk juban with a few stains - the silk had a snake scale pattern in the weave and I figure I can let it out, re-shape the sleeves, put a new silk collar on it and re-dye the sucker to wear under some of my period stuff.
One hibachi-style lunch later (which James treated us on), we walked through the mall, checked out an ikebana exhibition and a tea ceremony demonstration that was narrated by a woman with a heavy accent and monotone delivery in an overly warm room.
Seeing the hordes mounting the 38 bus heading east, we ended up walking down to Powell Street and catching BART back to the East Bay, then piling into my truck (a tight fit, but James is skinny so it mostly works) and going to Fenton's Creamery for dinner and ice cream. (Non-locals, this is the ice cream parlor referenced by the little boy in "Up." It exists, it's usually mobbed and for good reason.)
Tanka challenge 4/13/12
Apr. 13th, 2012 08:20 pmPatches of blue peep shyly
Out from walls of cloud.
I wish I could dance the sun
From her cave like Uzume.
http://atcloud.com/stories/19571Tanka challenge 4/10/12
Apr. 10th, 2012 09:40 pmWhen I faced the o-daiko
At the beginning?
Sticks in hand, I stared into
That blank eye and found myself.
Hopefully the classmate I'm thinking of will as well.
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EDIT: For those unfamiliar with taiko, O-daiko is kind of like being an arm's length away from the eye of Sauron, at least at first. For a new student, it involves a significant position change, plus the realization that o-daiko work means you may eventually have to (gulp) solo. Here's the inimitable Kenny Endo, who is not afraid of smacking Sauron in the cornea with impunity. I wish I played like that:

We have a few students who have advanced from the beginner class this session. Shannon-sensei put all the drums up on stands tonight and had us work in that position on a simple drill. D_____ had played around with it before during the last set of classes. L_____ was working hard and struggling with where his arms should go on recovery from each stroke. I could tell M____ hated it. (She likes lurking in the back row on a PVC sewer-pipe drum and always refuses offers to go up to the front row and play on one of the wine barrel taiko.)
I remember how it felt when I started on o-daiko work. Of course, me being me, I went all stubborn on the Eye. I'd make myself go first when Sensei asked for volunteers, to the point that the entire class began to assume I liked going first, no matter how crappy my solos were. I'd channel my inner Toshiro Mifune and kiai, even if I sound like a shiba inu whose tail's been stepped on. Which is how I ended up with a solo in our signature piece "Jisshin," in front of live audiences this past year.
Weekend wrap up
Apr. 8th, 2012 10:21 pmIt was a highly social weekend. Ended up sharing meals with the deCorwyn(Miyake) and Toad Hall crew. When they invited me Friday night, I headed back in to town to pick up some more salmon to grill for Saturday dinner, it being $5.99/pound and looking beautiful. Of course, they all protested that there was a ton of food to go around, but I like to be able to contribute.
I was standing around the fire when His Highness Ajax came over, to be plied with cake by Mistress Geraldine. He greeted everyone, then peered across and said, "You're her."* I owned up. He told me he knew the lady who did my Laurel scroll,
danabren.
*I've been getting the "Your her" treatment for years, but since Twelfth Night, even more so. People I've seen around but don't know by name now say hello or congratulate me. It doesn't help that it takes a few times for names to stick in my sievelike brain, but being the rare and exotic Japanese is a huge difference from being Just Another Middle Aged Lady In A Veil And Cotehardie.
Only had a couple takers for tea on Saturday morning, but that's OK. A lot of people day-tripped the event, and I was happy enough to drink the sencha cold all day, alternating with water.
I appear to have dumped a bit of weight since I made my Nara outfit - I put it on Saturday morning after breakfast and the skirt was too big. I'm going to have to scootch a couple pleats so I can tie it properly again, but in the meantime made do with a safety pin. I'm also going to have to tweak the uwaginu for better fit. And the darn shoes will need re-gluing again. Still, I'm getting to like wearing it and may at least make another uwaginu to coordinate with the rest.
So yeah, mostly swanned around looking confusingly Chinese to most of my friends. I piled the kasutera on a tray and did a slow lap around the list field late in the tourney, sugaring up the Principality and dutifully reciting the brief ingredient list because one never knows who is avoiding gluten or sugar. Everyone seemed to like it and the tray was empty by the time I got back to my camp.
When I offered a piece to His Majesty, he said some nice things about my speaking for Li's knighting. I'm an exemplar now. I mean, I knew I was before, but whoa. And Anne came over this morning to ask if she could give my contact information to someone local to her who is new and wants to do Japanese. Which doesn't mean I don't still have to come home and do my own mending and laundry, but it's nice to be appreciated.
Things wound down early today: as mentioned, a lot of folks day tripped, and Their Highnesses cancelled final court. Got packed down, gave the Miyakes a hand and a bunch of us ended up stopping for lunch at a place called Famous Dave's for barbecue before heading home. My Easter dinner was brisket, cole slaw, corn bread and fries.
Tanka challenge 4/6/12
Apr. 6th, 2012 01:22 pmOf those strange eyed men with their
Black ship and dying god?
I ponder missions and guns
As I slice namban sweet bread.
It was Barbarian Baked Goods night at my place. Two batches of kasutera have been baked, sliced and bagged, that I might serve it at Coronet tomorrow. I'm setting up the hot tea station originally planned for the Crown I didn't attend. Thinking of a detour to Daiso after I get out at two to pick up an extra tea pot, that way I can have four steeping at a time. It's supposed to get pretty cold tonight, which means warm drinkies before the tourney begins should go over well.
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I'll be offline until Sunday night. Hopefully I'll remember to write tomorrow and NOT lose what I write it on.

