Sunday, December 7, 2008

The Science of Japan: Is it really dangerous to use your mobile phone on the train?




If you take a bus or train in Japan you will nearly always see a “No Keitai” sign, and for good measure the bus driver or announcer will usually remind passengers to switch their phones to “manner mode” and to refrain from using them. I recall taking the bus home from work about a month after I arrived here, standing in the aisle and nattering away on my newly-acquired phone . . . only to realize—the ambient noise having dropped from its usual silent to “deathly silent”—every other passenger staring at me, and the bus driver furiously waving the dame! wave. And if the endeavours of the public transport personnel fail to persuade you, other passengers—particularly senior citizens—can be relied upon to enforce the no-keitai rule. One morning on the way to school I saw a young woman thumbing an email message into her phone, only to be greeted by a sharp “Gommen!” by a grumpy old man seated nearby. With nary a glance at the complainant, she calmly put the phone away.

Why is mobile phone use proscribed on public transport in Japan? Well, for one thing, it’s considered “rude” (as is talking at the boisterous volume to which we barbarous Westerners are accustomed) . . . and over here that should be the only reason you need. But it is also believed that the radio waves emitted by cellular phones can interfere with heart pacemakers, and therefore passengers are asked to switch their phones off in the vicinity of priority seats. Is this concern justified?

It is true that mobile phones emit electromagnetic energy. Many things do, including the Sun and the earth, as well as televisions and radios. Electromagnetic radiation is non-ionizing, meaning that it does not have sufficient energy, unlike ionizing radiation such as UV rays, to detach electrons from atoms and cause tissue damage. Exposure to very high levels of electromagnetic energy can cause tissue damage, according to the Australian Radiation Protection and Nuclear Safety Agency (ARPANSA), but such levels would be well above what the general public encounters (in Australia at least; I can’t say whether it holds true for Japan). And worries about the risk of developing cancer from long-term exposure are generally what inspire people to protest the installation of towers or the use of handsets by children, but the jury is still out on how well-founded these concerns are. Nevertheless, the risk of tissue damage isn’t the main concern on Japanese buses and trains.

Concerns about cellular phones interfering with pacemakers and implantable cardioverter-defibrillators (ICDs) are well-founded, but the nature of the risk requires a little teasing-out. The purpose of a pacemaker is to ensure that the heart beats at an adequate rate, while a defibrillator will monitor the rate and rhythm of a heart and correct it if it is beating too slowly or too fast. Both essentially work by delivering electrical impulses to the heart muscles via electrodes, which in the case of the ICD is also used to detect heart activity. According to ARPANSA, both the signal transmitted from the phone’s antenna, and any magnets inside the phone can affect the operation of implanted medical devices, if the phone is held and operated sufficiently close to the implanted device. The organization therefore recommends that phones be kept at least 15cm from the pacemaker or ICD, which can be achieved if the patient avoids storing the phone in a pocket over site of the device, or if the patient uses the ear furthest from the site of the implant when he or she uses the phone. ARPANSA also notes that electromagnetic interference from mobile phones appears to be temporary; the device can be returned to its normal operation by simply moving the phone away.

So unless you’re on a really crowded train or bus, or unless you are actually sitting next to someone with an implant, it seems that he or she is unlikely to be harmed by your using your phone. Still, the host of the dinner party is unlikely to be harmed by your refusal to remove your shoes—unless you have been wading in toxic waste—and yet in the interests of maintaining peaceful and harmonious relations with your fellow creatures, and not looking like a complete and utter jerk, you are best advised to do as your host requests and take off your shoes. It is a good idea to do likewise on the train (put the phone away, that is; you can keep your shoes on), and save yourself much embarrassment—not to mention the ire of the ojiisan and obaasan, who can be far more intimidating than their diminutive appearance would suggest!

Matthew Stott, IANAS*
(*I Am Not A Scientist)

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Tarumi at dusk

I can see the world's longest suspension bridge from the balcony of my building.

I like that.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

An Autumn Attack

I threw the curtains open and golden light danced upon the tatami mats. Autumn had finally arrived. I looked out to see clear blue skies, and a balcony full of pink and white blossoms. Filled with calm, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sun’s warmth on my skin. I had failed to notice I was being watched.

The preying mantis has a nifty camoflague, its green stick-like form lets it go unnoticed amongst the stems of many shrubs. An attribute this preying mantis had fully exploited, for when I opened my eyes I found it climbing out of the flowers and onto the balcony rail. Excited by its alien-like shape I rushed to get Matt and the camera.

Armed with our camera, and the desire to document our visitor, we ventured ever closer to the preying mantis. Happily we took close-ups of its almost translucent body and were filled with glee as it turned its head to pose to give us that coveted frontal view. So intense were we with our camera work that we failed to notice the interest our model had in us.

At lightening speed it launched itself from the rail to the camera, which Matt abandoned in an empty flower pot before quickly retreating to the safety of the closed screen door. Our hearts beat wildly at the unexpected attack, and a few minutes later we went to retrieve the camera.

I glanced at the camera in the pot and the preying mantis was nowhere to be seen. I opened the door without caution only to find those little alien eyes staring directly at me! The preying mantis had scaled the wall and was waiting for our return. Before it could launch another attack, I quickly closed the door.

Not to be beaten by an insect only the size of my middle finger, I fetched the broom, opened the door slightly and flicked it away from the door, which was again quickly closed.

Again it sat perched on the rail, and still the camera sat in the empty pot. We waited till its attention was directed away from the house, only then did we dare to retrieve the camera. At the sound of the door opening, it immediately turned to attack position . . . but it was too late. All that was left to attack was an empty pot plant and a closed door.


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Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

I Know What We Did Last Summer


Japan’s summer is very humid. The air seems to be full of water invisible to the naked eye, but which magically seeps into the skin and materialises as droplets of sweat all over the body. Everything is sticky, clothes, handbags, chairs and people. The thick, wet air connects us to everything and makes us all a little irritable.

Our little group of friends has devised two methods of coping with this horrid weather: the beach and karaoke. The beach speaks for itself as a solution. It’s a stretch of sand to get hot and sweaty playing Frisbee on, and the great big ocean to sink into to cool off in. However, as we were initially unaccustomed to Japan’s more rocky seashore, we managed to cut out feet during our first Frisbee playing marathon (we played continuously for about 4 hours). Yet, no minor cut could deter us, so we got ourselves some beach clogs and have been a-beaching every weekend for the past month. Special mention should go to Matt and Goran for their excellent Frisbee skills!


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Karaoke is not such an obvious solution to the summer’s humidity, but when you consider that it takes place in the air-conditioned comfort of a karaoke booth, its appeal becomes obvious. Karaoke is particularly fun if it has been proceeded by a wine and cheese affair, which, three weeks ago, is exactly what happened. Luckily Kobe is quite an international city and we were able to buy affordable international wines (including Hardy’s, Brown Brothers and Rosemont) and some delicious cheeses.

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In short, in the company of good friends, any weather can be made into the backdrop for great fun.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

"You can leave your apart-ooo . . ."

While I sit around dreaming up things to write about on this blog, other JETs get really creative.

The following is a production of Shimane AJET and features Emily McBride, a member of the WA contingent who came over to Japan with us in August 2007. Enjoy.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

A belated farewell

First things first: yes, we have been neglecting this blog, but there's no point in apologising, because I can't see us breaking the habit anytime soon. And in anycase, there has been little of note to report since the trip to Fuji. We climbed Fuji. How are we ever going to top that?

But we have lost some dear friends along the way. Don't worry--nobody died. Nor did we have a falling-out with anyone. (Actually, I was going to open this post with another Nietzsche quote: he has this great aphorism about how in the grand scheme of things the friends you make will always have been your friends, even if you had to become enemies with them on earth. I like it, but it doesn't apply here. The part about being enemies, I mean. (It's late.)) But three of the friends we've made on the JET programme departed in August to two of the four corners of the earth: Michelle and Cassie to Perth (so we'll see them again eventually), and Dan K to the United States. And I've been putting off writing this post for the usual reason: I wanted to include my usual slideshows of sixty-odd photos, but this generally takes hours owing to the arduous process of Gimp-ing (I'm referring of course to the photo editing software, not the unfortunate leatherbound soul in Pulp Fiction) and uploading the images we want to use. Not that you guys aren't worth the effort--but I do have to get up in the morning. Plus if you're on Facebook you'll have seen pictures not unlike those I intended to post, including karaoke photos. Karaoke's awesome, but readers of this blog will have seen enough pictures of gaijin singing the Aladdin theme song to get the message. Anyway, where was I . . .?


Cassie and Michelle were members of the 2007 contingent of WA JETs. Poor Michelle--she came half way around the world from a country town in WA only to be placed in an even smaller country town in the hills of Hyogo. (This, I believe, factored heavily in her decision not to re-contract. Oh yeah, and she got engaged too :).) She's a high school Japanese teacher by trade, and on our very first day in Japan she rescued a very disoriented Matt and Emma from the Akihabara JR station. In karaoke she sang like an angel . . . almost as good as Emma! So devoted was Michelle to the team that she thought nothing of making a three hour journey to Kobe or Osaka to attend festivities, and I think we should have made more an effort to visit her in Aogaki, though Emma and Cassie did just that shortly before Michelle's departure.


Cassie is a shop-a-holic by trade, but she also moonlights as a primary school teacher (we all have our peccadilloes). I'm a typical Australian male when it comes to shopping--drag me into a women's clothing store, as a very exasperated Emma will tell you, and I suddenly become autistic like Dustin Hoffman's character in Rain Man, and getting me to offer a useful opinion on a dress or skirt you may have your eye upon is like getting a cat to hum Bach's "St Matthew Passion." So Emma really appreciated Cassie's companionship. UPDATE: Oh, and did I mention the scrapbooks? I didn't, did I? 'Cause I'm a rude bastard. Cassie, being the scrapbooking queen that she is, made for us and for a few other ALTs beautiful picture books of the year that was. She has a post about them on her blog if you want to see what I'm talking about. And both of them--Cassie and Michelle--were really good for a yarn, and two of the most down-to-earth people you're ever likely to meet. (And Cassie--it's safe to admit this now that you're back in Perth: I was secretly watching Project Runway with you and Emma.) We miss them, but they're Perthies like us, so we'll see them again soon.


Dan K is from the east coast of the United States, but shall remain an honorary West Australian--insofar as it lies within the power of we WA JETs to bestow him with that status. He lived in Goran's apartment building in Miyodani, and when the two of them first met at (I think it was) Yashiro, it was (platonic) love at first sight. In fact . . . boys, the following YouTube is dedicated to you:

Seriously, with their powers combined these guys were the very definition of genki, and could be relied upon to be the life of any party. Speaking of parties, Dan's a mad-keen Obamaphile, and that earns him an automatic tick in my book. And he's been Emma's hero ever since he was able to secure for her an e-book reader she's been chasing for months, a Sony item which for some reason is unavailable in Japan, and which can only be purchased within the US. (That's like Australia manufacturing Vegemite solely for the Bhutanese market.) Nice work!

Thanks for sharing this experience with us, guys . . . it has been an honour to know you. Auf Wiedersehn!