
January 1st is a day to sit home and relax, reading through the New Year's Cards that arrived and eating mikan oranges while putting your legs inside the kotatsu to keep warm. Or you could turn on the TV and watch the New Year's Day Marathon, which through another inconceivable coincidence is held in our city, with a route that takes the runners right by our house (we get on TV a lot, considering how boring our city is). In the afternoon it's off to the Shinto shrine to pray for good luck, health and happiness. This year my wife is yaku-doshi, an unlucky year according to some Japanese tradition or another, so we'll probably be skipping our usual Shinto shrine (the one with 108 cool Japanese arches that you walk through to get to the shrine itself) and visiting one that specializes in neutralizing bad luck years. Then we'll go visit our favorite relatives, my wife's uncle, the one who fought in World War II and saw the Yamato sliding out of port as it went off for its final mission. I love to get him to talk about the old days when my kids are there so they can know how much things have changed.
(Speaking of New Year's Cards, here's ours. Print it out, secure in the knowledge that you got yours before anyone in Japan did, as we were late getting them out the door.)
It's the end of another year, our tenth since starting J-List, and looking back, I couldn't be more pleased. We've brought a slice of Japan to hundreds of thousands of people through my "Postcards from Japan" emails, and shipped tons of cool products to those not fortunate enough to live in this fascinating country. We've encouraged many to learn more about Japan, either through our Japanese language textbooks and other study aids or through many more indirect means. We've always loved the slogan "World Peace Through Shared Popular Culture," and we like to think that our efforts to make Japan more accessible to people all over the world. J-List plans to make 2007 our best year ever, with lots of new products to delight you and help you come closer to Japan. And so we say from the bottoms of our hearts, kotoshi mo yoroshiku, which roughly means "thanks in advance for your friendship and support this year, also."

This was our day to go see some waterfalls in Guam, no doubt billed as the Niagara of Guam in some Japanese tour guide, and see the famous Yokoi Cave, where "Hero Yokoi Shoichi Soldier" waited 28 damned years after the end of World War II, sure that the war was still going on.

This is a picture of his cave. Bloody guy was smart, using bamboo in his cave to absorb moisture, making a chimney for smoke to exit.

Commemorative plaque.

A beautiful Buddhist shrine someone had created, in memory of Mr. Yokoi and his two comrades who stayed with him for many years, but who died before being discovered.

Here is the cave. Pretty funky to see it for reals.

Another picture.

The other highlight of the place (other than some rides that were so laughable we didn't go near them) was a little history museum that showed the history of Guam, from the visit by Magellan, abuse by Spain for hundreds of years, the island's becoming a U.S. territory after the Spanish-American War, invasion by the Japanese, and re-invasion by the U.S. in 1944. Dig this seppuku action.

They had a good gift shop. I was compelled to get his for my son.

And for the record, the Japanese are bad at English, but other folks are bad at Japanese. This sign is terrible, advertising "Ice Cake" (whatever that is) and mis-writing the word for shaved ice. Course the English was universally bad here too.