#Shuto expressway

[lostinmac]

Shuto Kousoku Trial/首都高速トライアル

(1988-1996 Film Series)

[emaadsidiki]

Greetings from Japan 🗾 🎎 🌸

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[architectureforsuicides]

The Grudge 2 (Takashi Shimizu, 2006) Hamasaki Bridge Junction / Hamazakibashi Junction Tokyo (Japan) Shuto Expressway Route C1 & Haneda Route Interchange Type: beam bridge.

[hexpea]

Ch. 1 - Black Dahlia Black Dahlia flowers often represent betrayal or sadness. AN: I wrote this after getting the character guide. I learned that the Zenin estate is in Kyoto after all, along with the Kamo estate. Oops. We're going with it anyway!

The glittering lights of the world's largest city unfolded in front of you as the sleek, black sedan that carried you sped down the Shuto Expressway. It had been a five and a half hour drive that you spent entirely silent in the backseat as your youngest uncle, Daisuke, drove you toward the outskirts of Tokyo toward the imposing Zenin estate. The skyscrapers sparkled as you drove on the highway, the early setting sun casting a glow on their windows as tiny February snowflakes fell to the city streets below.

You shifted in your seat, the knot of your obi restraining you tighter than your own seat belt. You hooked your thumb under the tight fabric to take a deep breath and ease some of your pain. You hated having to dress so formal -- ironic considering the conservative family you came from who prided themselves on lineage and tradition. You were the Kamo clan's jewel, the youngest daughter of the clan head. But as a woman, youngest aside, you had 'no right' to become the heir apparent; that role instead passed down to your 'bastard' half-brother, Noritoshi, though you'd never personally call him that. He'd inherited the prized cursed technique of your family, and you convinced yourself that your father's reasoning was right. So you ignored it and adored your youngest brother, the mama's boy. Besides, you had a much more important task at hand.

Daisuke looked in the rear-view mirror at you, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he tried to analyze your facial expression while you busied yourself with studying the sparkling skyline. As your youngest uncle, who often carted you around as your attendant, you were close to him -- and those 'complications' from your 'task,' he knew all about. In fact, you saw Daisuke as more of a father, or brotherly, figure than your own father.

After such a long silence, the Zenin estate only a few minutes away as you drove away from the city, Daisuke finally broke it. "You alright, Y/N? It's been a long journey from Kyoto," his voice held deep concern. The windshield wipers of the car made a loud squeak as they dragged themselves across the too-dry glass, snow and salt still dirtying it as Daisuke sighed irritably and discharged the wiper fluid using the shifter near the steering wheel.

You turned your head slightly, meeting Daisuke's gaze in the mirror with cool composure. Swallow it down. That's what you knew best. "I'm fine, Uncle. Just contemplating the path ahead."

Daisuke nodded, acknowledging the weight of the situation. "Today, you'll be betrothed to another Zenin. You've a crucial role in...ensuring the continued influence of our clan," his tone hinted at your true task at hand, more than a measly arranged marriage. "And you know your father is...eager...to see his direction carried out promptly this time."

Your expression remained unchanged as you turned your attention back to the view outside, your eyes betrayed only a glimmer of detached determination. "I understand, Uncle. I'll play my part, and I won't fuck up...again," your voice was quiet as you tried to end the conversation quickly with your harsh, irritated tone.

"You know your role in this alliance is crucial, Y/N. The clan has invested much into this partnership with the Zenin and your abilities are our greatest asset," Daisuke focused back on the road, his voice laced with double meaning that you could easily decipher. His breathing briefly hitched as he hit a patch of black ice as the expressway you were once on turned into winding country roads.

A subtle smirk played on your lips, you felt your blood pressure starting to rise with irritation. "I'm well aware, Uncle. The Kamo clan's rise to power is at stake and I have no intention on letting us down."

Daisuke sighed, his gaze remaining fixed on the road ahead. "You've done well in the past, especially with...your late husband. But this time, try not to take seven years to finish the job. Our arrangement relies on their vulnerability and we've postponed the progression long enough."

Your eyes glinted with a cold determination as you saw the Zenin estate steadily coming into view, one of the last remaining shinden-zukuri style estates from the Heian era -- besides your own back in Kyoto. "Rest assured, Daisuke. I know what needs to be done. I've done it quite a few times before," you were throwing his first name around as if it were a threat. As close as you were, you were pestered he kept bringing up your circumstances as if you didn't know what you were doing.

Daisuke pulled the car onto the brick driveway that curved toward the front gates to the Zenin estate. You waited in the back as he got out and opened the door for you, offering his hand to assist your movements. You did your best to gracefully exit the vehicle despite the tight skirt of your kimono, the slowly setting afternoon sun providing a warm backdrop to the otherwise solemn occasion for the reason of your arrival. You shivered as you felt the cold air at your wrists and ankles, feeling lucky for wearing a thick kimono for once.

He led you toward the imposing front gates, the two of you being greeted by a few attendants who then led you toward the main building where your father-in-law Zenin Naobito, the twenty-fifth head to the Zenin clan, awaited you.

"Make them believe you're mourning, Y/N," Daisuke whispered in your ear, slightly leaning down as two female attendants quietly led the way toward the center building. "But remember your duties."

With a nod, accompanied by your irritated expression, you entered the estate to find Naobito lounging informally on a zabuton. I don't need to pretend, you thought to yourself, I am in mourning.

Naobito was sucking down sake from an o-choko as if it were nothing before pouring himself another from a gourd. He leaned against the armrest to his zabuton, one leg curled inward with the other propped up, his elbow resting on his knee.

The attendants who had led you there silently closed the shoji doors behind you as you stepped toward Naobito, keeping a step behind your uncle. Considering you'd been dealing with the Zenin clan since you were a child, you knew all about their cold and conniving ways, particularly that of the misogynistic nature. You knew to keep your mouth shut and your head low, at least in front of a man like Naobito.

The main room of the estate was large, built of the sturdiest wood. The ceiling was held up with large wooden pillars throughout the room made of the same wood that planked the floors. You stood with your uncle on the large, raised platform in just your socks against the tatami mats. Naobito was sitting at the front of the room alone with attendants stationed at each of the doors in the room.

Daisuke took the first move, bowing respectfully to adhere to the formalities of clan politics. "Zenin-sama, I bring you Kamo Y/N. She comes to offer her condolences on the passing of your son and her late husband, Zenin Naohiro."

Naobito looked up from his lounging position, taking a prolonged sip from his next cup of sake, staring at the two of you with an air of indifference. His sharp eyes assessed you, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of recognition that made your heart flutter nervously. However, it was quickly replaced by the cold mask that almost always defined him.

"Daisuke," Naobito greeted casually, setting his sake cup aside. "It's been some time. I trust the journey here was uneventful?"

"Indeed, it was. We're grateful for your hospitality over the next few days," he responded professionally, continuing to adhere to formalities despite Naobito's lack of interest.

Naobito nodded dismissively, his attention turning to you. His cold stare was almost enough to send a shiver down your spine. "Y/N, a pleasure to see you as well," he remarked with a slight smirk, not bothering to rise from his seated position.

You kept your eyes low, dipping into a respectful bow of your own. You did your best to maintain a somber expression as Daisuke introduced you more formally. "Zenin-sama, allow me to present once again, Kamo Y/N, youngest daughter of the twenty-fourth head to the Kamo clan."

Naobito studied you for a moment, his gaze piercing through the layers of your kimono and the stoicism you presented. "Pity about the circumstances that bring you here...again," he remarked, a cruel glint in his eyes.

You inclined your head in acknowledgement, maintaining the facade of grief as it came naturally. "Thank you, Zenin-sama. I am honored to be here despite the sorrow that accompanies my arrival."

Naobito waved his hand dismissively, clearly uninterested in niceties. "Let's get on with it then. Daisuke, our arrangement?"

Daisuke cleared his throat, shifting into his formal tone once more. "As agreed, Y/N will be betrothed to one of your sons, or another appropriate clan member should a son not be available, securing the alliance between our clans. The Kamo clan seeks the strength and protection of the Zenin, and in return, we offer our influence and support with regard to matters involving those higher in rank."

Naobito's indifferent demeanor remained unchanged as he listened to your uncle's formalities. After a moment, he sighed audibly, a hint of annoyance tainting his expression.

"Unfortunately, all of my other sons are already married...save for one," Naobito stated coldly. "Naoya is my youngest, and he remains unmarried. I suppose he'll have to suffice for this...pathetic alliance. Though, I expect his resistance. The boy's not one known for his behavior."

Daisuke nodded respectfully, acknowledging the limitations of the situation. "We appreciate the flexibility, Zenin-sama. I'm sure Naoya will be a worthy match for Y/N."

Naobito leaned back after rolling his eyes, taking another sip of sake as he considered the arrangement. He turned to one of the attendants quietly standing against the wall. "Go and fetch Naoya. Inform him of the situation and bring him here promptly."

The attendant nodded, a flicker of fear evident in her eyes, but they quickly composed themselves and exited the room in haste. Naoya, known for his unpredictable and ruthless nature, was a figure to be feared even within the Zenin clan.

The silence was deafening as you, Daisuke, and Naobito stared at one another while waiting for the attendant to return. After a short few moments, the attendant returned with a hesitant bow, her eyes showcasing an obvious mix of fear and trepidation. She spoke in a hushed tone, addressing Naobito with utmost respect. "I apologize, Zenin-sama, but Naoya refuses to come. He is still resting, as he returned late last night from a...festivity."

Naobito's face tightened with irritation, his fingers drumming impatiently on the tatami mat next to him. "Still sleeping? At this late hour? Unacceptable." He turned to the attendant with a stern expression. "Gather more attendants. If he refuses, drag him in if you have to. I won't have my son shirking his responsibilities for his...indulgences."

You gave Daisuke a certain look that blatantly showed you were trying to hold back laughter despite yourself. You found Naobito's lack of control over his children amusing. Naohiro had been the same, disobedient to his father, though he was much more gentle with you. Naoya, you knew, was going to be a problem. Daisuke lightly nudged you to behave as he held his polite expression.

The attendant, visibly more nervous now, nodded and quickly exited the room. Naobito sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, his annoyance evident. "That boy has no sense of responsibility. Always chasing after fleeting pleasures."

The fusuma doors slid open again, revealing a group of female attendants. They entered with conflicted expressions of determination as they wrangled a disheveled Naoya who was fighting against their grasp, still half-asleep, as he was forcibly dragged into the room in a white t-shirt, boxers, and an unfastened yukata that hung off of one of his shoulders. His bleached hair accentuated with black tips darted in a few different directions as he ripped his arms out of the attendants' grasp with a furious look on his otherwise sleepy expression.

Naoya adjusted his disheveled clothes as he stood up a bit straighter, not caring to fix his tousled hair. Naobito's eyes narrowed with displeasure as he observed his son's state. "Naoya, this is an important matter. Show some respect."

Naoya glared at his father as he stood with his feet slightly apart for balance, mind still dizzy from a night of his usual revelry. His head snapped in your direction to which his frustrated expression fell into a deep smirk. "Well, well, if it isn't the Kamo princess," Naoya sneered, his arrogant grin widening as he appraised you with a dismissive glance. "Coming to play the grieving widow, are we?"

You kept a straight face as you stared at Naoya, straightening up your shoulders to look at him head-on. You carried no fear for the immature boy standing in front of you. Daisuke, too, gave Naoya a disapproving look but refrained from saying anything, knowing the delicate nature of the situation.

Naobito, giving yet another audible sigh in an attempt to bring attention back to the task at hand, cut to the chase. "Naoya, Y/N is to be your betrothed so that our alliance with the Kamo clan can remain secure."

Naoya's eyes widened in outrage as he processed the information. "You've got to be kidding me, old man! I'm not interested in some arranged marriage nonsense," he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. He clenched his fists at his sides as he glared at his father. It was nearly impossible to take him seriously considering his disheveled appearance.

Naobito's patience wore thin as he shot Naoya a stern look. "Watch your tongue, boy. This alliance, as pathetic as it seems, is crucial to the Zenin clan, and you will do as your duty demands."

Naoya rolled his eyes dramatically, an exaggerated display of defiance. "Duty? I have no duty to anyone but myself. I won't be shackled to some woman and dragged off to Kyoto like a common servant. Like my pathetic brother."

You remained composed, watching the exchange with an impassive expression. Daisuke, though disapproving of Naoya's behavior and not desiring to subject his niece to such torture, kept a respectful distance, knowing better than to intervene in the Zenin family affairs.

Naobito's tone turned even colder as he asserted his authority. "You will do as I say, Naoya. This is not up for negotiation. The alliance with the Kamo clan must be maintained and you will fulfill your responsibilities as the next clan head. Or do I need to revoke that title from you and give it to one of your older brothers?"

Naoya's bratty attitude persisted and he scoffed at his father's words. "Fine, I'll play your little game, but I'm not leaving Tokyo. If she's supposed to be my bride, the bitch can come live in my domain. I won't be caught dead in that dull city of Kyoto, not when I need to manage the Hei!"

Naobito's patience had run out, and he slammed his hand on the armrest of the zabuton, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. "Enough, Naoya! This is not a negotiation! You will follow through with this arrangement, and she will live in Kyoto with her family. The Hei may be significant, but it does not give you the right to defy our clan's decisions."

Naoya scowled, clearly displeased with the outcome. "This is ridiculous. If I have to marry her, she's staying in Tokyo. I won't be confined to that backward city!"

You took a deep breath, feeling fed up with the back and forth between petty father and son. "If I may," you began, breaking the silence with a steady voice despite the tension in the room. Naoya and Naobito's furious gazes darted toward you, equal in baffled disgust at your sudden dare to speak. "I understand his concerns about leaving Tokyo considering his responsibilities with the Hei. If it pleases the Zenin family, I am willing to remain in Tokyo as long as I am able to be provided a part of the garden to tend to my plants and a suitable place to store my...reptiles."

Daisuke's eyes widened in shock at your unexpected proposal. He knew all too well the risks involved in meddling with the affairs of the Zenin clan, especially with someone as unpredictable as Naoya.

Quietly, Daisuke leaned in closer to you, his voice barely above a whisper. "Y/N, are you sure about this? Your safety at the Zenin estate cannot be guaranteed."

You met Daisuke's concerned gaze with a silent nod, your eyes reflecting quiet determination. You were well aware of the dangers, but you were confident in your ability to navigate the treacherous waters of the Zenin clan. Turning your attention back to Naoya and Naobito, you awaited their response, your posture unwavering despite the intensity of the situation.

Naoya's arrogant grin faltered for a moment as he considered your proposal, his brow furrowing in thought. "Hmph, you're quite bold for a Kamo," he remarked, a hint of begrudging respect underlying his words. "Very well, if you're willing to tend to your plants and snakes like some common gardener, then so be it."

Naobito, though visibly displeased with the compromise, reluctantly acquiesced. "Fine, if that's what it takes to ensure the success of this alliance then so be it. But make no mistake, Kamo Y/N, any misstep on your part under this roof will not be tolerated."

You gave a small nod of acknowledgement. Inside, you felt a surge of relief and victory knowing you had secured a concession from the formidable Zenin patriarch and his bratty son.

Naobito's stern gaze shifted from you to Naoya, a clear signal that the matter was settled. "Naoya, get dressed. You will show Y/N around the estate while I finalize the details of your betrothal with Daisuke."

Naoya scowled at his father, clearly displeased with the order. "Why am I the one tasked with babysitting the princess around this dull place?"

Naobito looked toward the ceiling and clenched his jaw as if he were praying to some kind of deity. After a moment, he turned back to look at his son. "Consider it a punishment for your insolence. Now, obey your duty and show her the estate. Perhaps you'll learn something about responsibility."

Naoya huffed in annoyance but didn't dare further protest in front of his father. He shot a disdainful glance at you. "Fine, let's get this over with. Follow me, Kamo," he sneered, emphasizing your family name with a mocking tone.

You maintained your composure, but smirked as you walked behind him. "Lead the way, Zenin-sama. I'm sure it won't be as dull as you claim."

As Naoya grumbled and stormed out of the room, you continued following him, Daisuke's watchful gaze lingered on you with concern. The attendants opened the shoji doors and you and Naoya stepped out and began walking toward his room, his bare feet hardly making a sound against the spaced wooden planks of the outdoor pathway. As you followed behind, you saw his angry breath following him in the cold air of late afternoon.

Naoya walked ahead of you with an air of arrogance, fists still clenched as his black yukata flowed in the breeze of his quick pace. "I hope you're not expecting some kind of grand tour, Kamo. This place isn't as exciting as you think."

You chuckled softly, not letting his arrogance faze you. "Then I suppose I'll need to liven things up around here with my presence."

He shot you a skeptical glance as you stopped in front of his room's door, his eyes narrowed at you as he slid the door open. "Don't mistake this for willingness. I'm only doing this because the old man ordered it. I couldn't care less about a whore like you or this alliance nonsense."

As Naoya entered his room, you remained outside, leaning casually against the sliding door. You slid your hands into your sleeves for warmth as you waited. The opened door allowed you to catch glimpses of the interior where Naoya, in his disheveled state, attempted to compose himself.

The room was dimly lit, and the faint scent of strong alcohol lingered in the air. You watched with mild amusement as Naoya stumbled to dress, his bare feet unsteady on the wooden floors, a clear sign that he was still grappling with the aftermath of the previous night's festivities. His yukata hung loosely from one shoulder, revealing a toned and defined physique beneath the fabric. Despite the obvious signs of his hangover, there was an undeniable attractiveness to Naoya's disarray. His bleached, black-tipped hair, tousled from sleep and night's revelry, framed his face in a way that accentuated the sharpness of his muscular chest and arms. 

Naoya fumbled with the buttons of his collared shirt, a slight grimace on his face as he tilted his chin upward, wincing from the headache that undoubtedly plagued him. With his shirt buttoned, he grabbed his dark blue hakamashita from his bed where he tossed it. As you observed his attempts to dress himself, you couldn't help but be intrigued by the contradictions within Naoya -- the audacious, carefree exterior that masked the complexities beneath. It was evident that, despite his arrogant demeanor, he was not immune to the consequences of his indulgences. He still had some growing room left.

Naoya lastly put on his white hakama pants, tying them at his waist with a bit of frustration. He shot a glance in your direction, a mix of annoyance and curiosity in his eyes. "Are you just going to stand there, Kamo, or do you plan on entering? You're letting all the warm air out," he motioned irritably to the space heater on the floor.

Your lips curled into a sly smile as you pushed off the door, entering his room with a deliberate confidence and closing the shoji door behind you. "I thought I'd give you a moment to compose yourself, Zenin. Wouldn't want to interrupt your morning routine," you chuckled lowly and crossed your arms. "Excuse me...I meant afternoon routine."

He scoffed, the arrogant smirk returning to his face. "Morning routine? More like recovering from a night well spent. But enough about that. What do you truly want? I'm not here to entertain you."

Your eyes scanned the simple yet elegant decor of his room. "Entertainment is subjective, Zenin. I'm simply here to fulfill my duties as your betrothed, as per our esteemed fathers' arrangement."

Naoya rolled his eyes, the remnants of irritation evident in his expression. "Right, the illustrious betrothal. A joyous occasion, I'm sure. Now, let's get this stupid tour over with."

Dates: February 14, 2018 - Naohiro, Naoya's brother and Y/N's ex-husband, is killed. February 18, 2018 - Y/N is sent to the Zenin estate to be married off to an eligible Zenin bachelor. AN: Reminder, this is your father and half-brother. c: (From Vol. 22)

[tokyofuturnoir]

Trajectoire(s)

Ce matin-là, le trafic sur l'autoroute a l'épaisseur d'un asphalte surchauffé.

Expressway Shuto, artère au bord de la rupture.

Ayame se coule là-dedans avec assurance. Couchée sur le rouge de sa Yaiba, elle surimpose au monde sa trajectoire rêvée jusqu'à perte de vue. Quelques corrections imposées par les mouvements probables des véhicules autour d'elle (logiciel de navigation à l'appui) n'altèrent pas le plaisir de sa glisse. Courbes longues, virgules brusques, droites à plein débit. 

L'air écoulé sur les flancs de la moto soulève un manteau d'un gris de perle, semé de motifs que la lumière révèle ou dissimule. Deux ailes liquides de nanotextile tremblent dans le dos du pilote.

Ayame passe, inaperçue.

Son sillage n'est pas une somme de turbulences et de rugissements, mais un seul souffle sans aspérité, où l'on capte peut-être l'écho d'une fureur enclose.

Néo Tokyo se déploie au-delà des glissières, succession d'horizons cloisonnés par des géométries massives, opaques ou transparentes. Mais la cité s'annonce mieux dans les icônes d'une réalité toujours augmentée, dans la profusion des panneaux et des flèches, où les noms suggèrent la profondeur d'une carte que l'oeil ne parvient jamais à encercler. 

Les deux cents chevaux survitaminés plaquent Ayame contre l'autoroute, la tirent tout au long du rail d'alu qui la sépare de la chute.

Un regard en coin lui montre le noeud de l'échangeur, maillage des voies en surplomb des trottoirs, chacune matérialisant des décisions intimes, des coups de chance, des déveines, une accumulation de choix qui font une vie. Une existence réduite trop vite à des sillons que l'on recreuse chaque matin.

Personne n'y échappe, pas même les corpos frimeurs dans leurs petits appareils brillants à décollage vertical.

Là-haut aussi, tout l'espace n'est pas ouvert au désir. 

[cortexreaver]

punk should do a stint in njpw and have his scariest feud yet with kenta like inokism type beef unadulterated violence before and after every bell 10 injured 1 young lion used as a weapon 5 suspended 1 last seen sprinting down the side of the shuto expressway at impossible speed with a beastlike glint in their eyes

[koshigurajumy]

昭和61年と令和５年の首都高速都心環状線 完全シンクロ比較動画 Shuto Expressway C1 1986 vs. 2023 Synchronized Video

[pix4japan]

Daikoku Pier and Tsurumi Tsubasa Bridge in Port of Yokohama, Japan

Location: Honmoku Pier, Naka Ward, Yokohama, Japan Timestamp: 16:31 on Sept. 6, 2023

Welcome to the northern view from the observation deck of Yokohama Port Symbol Tower. In this shot, the northern panorama from Yokohama Port Symbol Tower's observation deck unfolds before us.

On the left in this scene, the Yokohama-Honmoku Breakwater Lighthouse stands tall as two ships traverse the waters—one headed out to sea, while the other pulls a crane barge into the bustling port.

Across the bay lies a manmade island known as Daikoku Pier. Originally constructed as a freight base, this pier now serves as a crucial transportation hub within the Port of Yokohama. It acts as an access point for the Shuto Expressway and a docking area for large cruise ships that cannot pass beneath the Yokohama Bay Bridge.

In the Pix4Japan blog post (https://www.pix4japan.com/blog/20230906-symbol-tower), I’ve included Google Maps links to help you navigate to this location if you ever plan to visit. Dive deeper into Yokohama's maritime history with a plethora of background information and historical insights available for your exploration.

Fujifilm X100V with 5% diffusion filter ISO 500 for 1/250 sec. at ƒ/7.1 Astia Soft film simulation

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long-awaited by fans

R33 New Skyline

New street parts.

Pursuing the essence of the skyline, development centered on running. NISMO will deliver with confidence.

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● Speedometer

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●Aluminum wheel

Forged one-piece type. Just fit to R33

17 inches new appearance.

● Strut tower bar

It increases body rigidity and realizes sharp running. The one for Freon has a master cylinder stopper.

●Muffler Verdina"

Powerful tail part 115Φ. High exhaust efficiency and noise reduction

Compliant vehicle inspection compatible product.

Parts for the new S14 Silvia are also on sale Nismo's original parts are now available to further enhance the potential of the new Silvia, which has been well-received for its high dynamic performance since its launch! . In addition, easy-to-understand product settings such as shock & spring kits and brake pad kits have been made, making it very easy to select parts. For details, please contact the NISMO sales department. Also, keep an eye out for future S14 street parts ads!

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RAM∞REM’s official website Aki’s profile

ROCK & READ Vol. 7 - Aki Vol. 50 - GREMLINS

ROCKOON 2007

Shinya Channel Línea Yamanote #26 // Yamanote Line #26

Shoxx January 2006 - Personal interviews - Mao January 2006 - Personal interviews - Shinji Shinji's ultimate album

So-net Enquette 2008.02.15 - Mao 2008.02.15 - Shinji 2008.02.15 - Aki

Tokyo FM 2006.04.02 - Danger Radio excerpt

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Twitter/FB translations Aki’s drunk stories Aki & Mao's fails Daigo Hiroto Hitsugi & Mao Kenzo Lady Yukesuko & Aki Mao Mao drinks water Mao's bad puns Mao's bio Mao’s Christmas card Mr. T Ni~ya, Mizuki & Kenzo Ruki Shinji Shinji & Yuuya's opinions about the blue/black or white/gold dress Shinji "it really does happen on the Shuto Expressway" series Tatsuro & Mao Tommy, Teru, Anis & Aki Yuuya & Mao Yuuya & Mama-nyan

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Nujabes's Masterpiece: "Luv(sic) Part 4" feat. Shing02

Title: Nujabes's Masterpiece: "Luv(sic) Part 4" feat. Shing02

Nujabes, the renowned music producer known for his humble yet influential works, tragically lost his life in a traffic collision upon exiting the Shuto Expressway in 2010. As a devoted fan of his music, I, like many others, was deeply saddened by his untimely passing. His death was particularly painful as he was taken from us at such a young age, leaving us to wonder what more he could have contributed to the world. Perhaps, in some way, his incredible talent lives on in a celestial soundscape.

"Luv(sic) Part 4," one of Nujabes's remarkable compositions, was released in 2015, five years after his passing. The song opens with electronic sounds and the melancholic words: "You are about to embark on the most wonderful experience in your life.", "Thanks pal." These introductory remarks poignantly acknowledge his absence and envelop the listener in a sense of sadness and lyricism. "Relax for a moment" follows, inviting the listener to find solace in the music, underscoring the song's power to provide comfort.

One noteworthy aspect of this song is Nujabes's skillful use of rhyme. In contrast to many contemporary artists who often overemphasize rhyme schemes, Nujabes employs them with an exquisite balance. His clever use of rhyme, such as words ending with "~ber," adds a distinct charm to the song. For instance, consider these lyrics: "A series so classic at the top of October. Give thanks to the fam in November. A cold but cozy December." These lines evoke a sensibility reminiscent of Japanese culture, even though they are written in English. This interplay of languages contributes to the song's enchanting and unifying quality.

According to Wikipedia, Nujabes was best known for his atmospheric instrumental compositions, often incorporating elements from hip-hop, soul, jazz, trip hop, breakbeat, downtempo, and ambient music. "Luv(sic) Part 4" beautifully encapsulates many of these characteristics. The song's introduction masterfully sets the tone, evoking sophisticated emotions—a blend of resignation and contentment, an atmosphere of letting go without sadness.

On platforms like YouTube, you can find comments from Korean listeners who have used this song during significant moments in their lives, like playing it for an unrequited love at a graduation ceremony. The song's title, "Luv Sic" (meaning "love sick"), resonates as a source of solace for those who have experienced the pangs of unreciprocated or incomplete love.

In conclusion, "Luv(sic) Part 4" by Nujabes and Shing02 stands as a masterpiece that transcends language and culture, offering solace and a sense of healing to those who are lovesick. Nujabes's ability to create an emotionally charged yet calming atmosphere is a testament to his enduring legacy in the world of music.

Reference

Wikimedia Foundation. (2023, October 5). Nujabes. Wikipedia. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nujabes

Nujabes (Ft. Shing02) – Luv(sic) Part 4. (n.d.). Genius. https://genius.com/Nujabes-luvsic-part-4-lyrics

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Media Reflection

For my reflection on how the media portrayed Japan vs how it really was, I'd like to talk about Kabukicho in Shinjuku Tokyo, and Dotonbori, Osaka first. Both of these locations are vibrant and active areas famous for nightlife and great food. However, what some may not know is that these are the areas in which the hit video game Yakuza 0 takes place. Following two separate men and their journey to legendary status in the underground criminal world, Yakuza 0 was an interesting game with plenty to offer in terms of insight into the fun of Japan. Half of the game follows Kazuma Kiryu, a young yakuza in a place called Kamurocho in Tokyo. Can you guess where it's based off of? Kabukicho! The game bases itself closely on the real thing, minus the gangs and crime, but in the 80s. The red neon torii gate makes its appearance, batting cages, plenty of lights, bars, taxis, train stations, and even slot car racing places. It really felt surreal coming here and experiencing all these things in real life. Of course, as most video games are, there are dramatizations of things that aren't real occurrences, but the setting of the game really helps get the feeling of its real-life counterpart across. Dotonbori was the same way. In the game, Sotenbori is the place where Goro Majima, works as a cabaret club manager to pay his debts to the yakuza. The river, Don Quitote, takoyaki stands, the whole deal was in the game and in Dotonbori. Osaka was more believable in terms of the videogame, as it's not crazy to see uncommon occurrences or people. Yakuza 0 sold to me a very illustrious and embellished image of Japan, yet, the real thing didn't feel like such a far shot from it either. It brings me around to a bigger thought about media and its portrayal of real life, especially considering a place like Japan, whose main power is derived from its influence in media. Many times people will see Japan in a movie, game, social media, or picture, a build an idea of what Japan is in their mind. The Japanese are guilty of this too. Ever heard of Paris Syndrome? It's a very serious form of culture shock when Japanese people visit Paris and it is much dirtier and mundane than they had expected. Being in Japan so much, I've seen their French cafes and boutiques and it's no surprise that they still think France is in its romance era still. In a world more interconnected than ever with technology, it seems our connection to reality may even be weaker as our media evolves.

One thing I really wanted to note was the Shutoko Expressway in Tokyo. Shutoko, more commonly called Shuto Expressway, is a series of interconnected highway roads that reach many parts of Tokyo. I play a video game called Asseto Corsa, a hyper-realistic racing simulator that supports modding, or user-created content. A group of Corsa players got together to make the Shutoko Revival Project (SRP), to bring Japan and it's car culture to real life. Complete with traffic, realistic real-time weather, and full car functionality down to the windshield wipers, I've driven all around Tokyo long before I stepped on the plane. It's uncanny how 1 to 1 this game is, and it gives me great hope for the potential for making the many great roads of the world driveable for all. I've driven Japanese mountain passes, Tokyo streets, Fuji Speedway, and Ebisu circuit, all from the comforts of my home with real driving physics and experience. I can't wait to see the full potential of racing simulation. This example is the only example I can give of a game or media being exactly as it's portrayed, and it gives a positive image for Japan and all who dream to go there, to be able to explore Japan in a fun way without getting out of your house.

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"昭和６１年と令和５年の首都高速都心環状線 完全シンクロ比較動画　Shuto Expressway C1 1986 vs. 2023 Synchronized Video (HD-60p)" を YouTube で見る

とても良いものを見た。37年前といえば両親の青春時代の街並み。

かなり変わったんじゃないかと思ったけど、当時の建物が結構そのままあったり、色が変わって残ってるものもあった。道路はちらほら更新されてるけどベースは一緒で、心がギュッとなった。もちろん現在のビル数は圧倒的に増えてて狭い感じはするけど。走ってる車も今やカーサ・ブルータスで取り上げられるようなやつばっか