Japan’s Beer Bureaucracy is a Real Pain in the「尻」

In Japan, beer is life. Beer is love. In a country where long, high-stress work days are imperative for survival in its many urban sprawls, filling one’s bloodstream with delicious, golden poison at the end of each work day is conducive to not offing yourself in the middle of Aokigahara.

Once a Japanese youth turns the ripe age of 20, he or she is eligible for all the merits of being a drunk ass in the Land of the Rising Sun. Public intoxication is very much legal there, as is public drinking. After the work day ends, and all the big executives go to their Yakuza-sponsored cocaine hovels, salarymen bar crawl and debauch their already piss-poor sense of self worth, slithering in and out of kaiten-zushi and Don Quijote stores, vomiting on vending machines while their buddies shotgun cans of BLACKOUT GODand the cycle repeats itself the next night, and you finally understand what Murakami was talking about when he wrote After Dark. It’s true; the Japanese love beer, and imbibing in it is an important and necessary social ritual.

You think you live in a big city? Well, welcome to Tokyo.

The Japanese government also loves beer. Because, just like with televisions and dogs, they can come up with excuses to tax the shit out of it.

In Japan, beer is taxed according to malt content. Taxation increments are split into four categories: 67 percent malt or higher; 50 to 67 percent malt; 25 to 50 percent; and less than 25 percent. With each descending category, the tax on beer decreases. However, only the first category can legally be called “beer” in Japan.

If a can of beer has less than 67 percent malt content, it is classified as happoshu. Literally translated to “bubbling spirits,” alcoholic beverages that fall into the happoshu category are subjected to smaller tax rates than those of malt-rich beer. The Japanese system of taxing alcohol, which has formally existed since the 1950s, has always worked fairly well for the state. That is, until 1996, when taxes for beer and happoshu increased dramatically.

As if the high price of getting pissed wasn’t enough, Glorious Nippon is also in the middle of a shitty beer epidemic. As a result of the hiked taxes for happoshu, beer companies like Sapporo and Asahi have been pushing drinks with less than 25 percent malt content. This results in weaker viscosity, or “body,” in your beverage. It also means less flavor and a lighter color. Basically, a lower malt content means a weaker, bubblier beer. For the antithesis to this concept, try a pint of Guinness.

The benefit of buying happoshu? It’s cheap. For about one or two dollars you can get your drink on with some alcoholic soda water. Alcohol content stays generally the same between “real” beer and happoshu; for an easy buzz on the way home, one can pick up a Sapporo Draft One (which uses pea protein instead of malt), or perhaps a Magnum Dry, from the local konbini, or convenience store.

Pop the tab, tilt the can back, and treat your gullet to some soapy, sparkling swill.

It tastes like lukewarm sadness, but you can buy it from a vending machine. Decent trade-off? [photo taken from 360niseko.com]
It tastes like lukewarm sadness, but you can buy it from a vending machine. Decent trade-off? [photo yoinked from 360niseko.com]

So will the Japanese ever be able to enjoy decently priced, quality beer? Maybe, if the European Union can convince Japan to change its archaic taxation policy in some upcoming trade talks. Brussels and Tokyo have been engaging in conversations regarding trade restrictions since 2013, and the two economic powerhouses have supposedly been making progress. But Japan does not have a history of flexibility with its internationally incongruous policies. The island nation has always been “Japan first.” Before the will of the global community comes the will of the Japanese people. Nationalism before appeasement is a virtue there, as illustrated by the variety of public officials who, to this day, will downplay the atrocities committed by the Empire during the Pacific campaign of World War II.

So Japan might not back down to Europe. In that regard, Japan is a lot like America.

According to Reuters, Japan’s beer market is the third most profitable in the world, but the majority of that money is only going to domestic producers like Sapporo and Suntory. Foreign beer is sold in Japan, true, but only through “joint ventures allowing local production of premium beers such as Heineken.”

If European beer companies can squeeze their way into the Japanese beer market without having to spend beaucoup bucks on taxes — or having to rebrand their drinks as happoshu — that could mean a change in how Japan defines its favorite beverage.

God Hates Search Engine Optimization

You know, I’m usually not one to give hatred any acknowledgement – we like to keep it all sunshine and sugar-nipples down at the Lucas Hakes Blog – but, in lieu of the devastation in Oklahoma, I just couldn’t help myself.

On Tuesday, just hours after the fatal disaster that decimated school buildings and homes, Westboro Baptist Church member, Fred Phelps, Jr. released a couple positively cheeky tweets summing up his thoughts on the matter.

These inflammatory tweets were released due to the local sports team supporting Jason Collins’ decision to come out a few weeks ago. However, these people never really have anything interesting to say, so I’m not going to touch on that. What really got my proverbial goat was not the gay-bashing or the blatant indifference to the loss of human life; I’m from the Internet. You could read more offensive statements in the comments of a Justin Bieber YouTube video. What truly disappointed me was the careless, uninformed use of this baby:

No, you old coots, that’s no pound symbol. That’s a hashtag, something that you put before keywords or topics in a tweet. Urban Dictionary defines it as ” a way for people to search for tweets that have a common topic and to begin a conversation.” Hey, Freddie. Did you hear that? They’re supposed to be short, succinct, and easy to replicate. Now, kindly ‘splain me summ’n: how the hell are you supposed to start a conversation with such long hashtags? Tweets can only be 140 characters! If someone retweets you, for example, they still only have, like, 25 characters to get their word in. What if they’re trying to supplement your foul, cro-magnonesque thinking with their own easily forgettable, soulless dribble? They’d have a pretty hard time getting a word in, especially if their hashtags are as pointlessly long as yours are. Get a grip, man!

Besides that, hashtags need to be things that people will actually replicate, like #twerkteam, #yolo or #tgif. I searched your hashtags, Fred, and I have to say that they were not catchy at all. “#GodAvengesHisPeople?” “#GodCursesUForFagMarriage?” How about I save you a whole lot of time?

“#ThouShaltNotLieWithMankindAsWithWomankindItIsAnAbominationLeviticus1822”

I bet you that’ll catch on.

Albeit, you do have some pretty SEO-friendly search terms, such as “GodH8sFags” and “#FearGod,” but you can’t expect to strike fear into the hearts of the godless masses unless you guys bring those hashtags into your cute little protests. Instead of quoting boring Bible verses, try asking attendees at the funeral you’re picketing to follow you! Promise that you’ll follow back, too. They love that.

Obviously, you guys have a lot of work to do if you’re ever going to properly merge into the age of social media. You’ve got a load of negative PR on your shoulders, and besides the hate mongering and whatever else you little guys do, I can’t imagine why.

At any rate, work on that public image, and soon, you’ll have all the kids switching from “#YOLO” to “#GODHATESYOULO”

P.S. Do something about Shirley’s arm sag. She looks like Mothman.

“Dumb Ways to Die” a Not-So-Dumb Idea

I plan on dying gracefully. Then again, most people don’t successfully predict how they’re going out; I’m probably going to get eaten by a pack of rabid goats or something. But the point is, I’d like to cheat death as long as I possibly can. Metro – Australia’s premier rail service – has released a viral campaign showing you how easy it is to kick the bucket before your time.

It’s called, “Dumb Ways to Die.”

Oh God. There are so many dumb ways to die.

While most of us won’t be teaching ourselves to fly or sodomizing a grizzly bear with a twig any time soon, the point that Metro is trying to make is quite evident: don’t be dumb, especially around things that can make sure that you won’t be dumb ever again. The organization’s topical website, dumbwaystodie.com, is in fact rife with PSAs, tips and tricks, masquerading as cutesy little tidbits of friendly information. This takes viral marketing to a whole new level, especially in a notoriously censorship-crazy country like Australia.

Metro has even released a Dumb Ways to Die app on the iTunes App Store, which is actually pretty entertaining. They also have the song itself on iTunes, or you could download it from their website for free.

I really enjoy this idea. I think it’s cute and I think it holds weight. However, I don’t think the ad campaign expresses the permanence of death very well. I understand that the commercial is trying to make a funny contrast between death and cutesy little characters, but these are real people we’re talking about. Maybe, at the end of the video, all of the characters should have fallen down. That’s it. Curtains. They dead.

But I’m just a guy, and I’m certainly not Australian. I couldn’t bring myself to say “the c-word” that much. So tell me what you think.

I’m Jay Gatsby, Sucka’

I’m Jay Gatsby.

Or at least that’s what Corynne Hogan thinks. Corynne recently wrote an article about me in The Chronicle, William Mason High School’s student-run newspaper and free pizza coupon distribution service. It’s titled, “Hakes brings elegance to Regal Cinemas, hosting English premiere for The Great Gatsby.”

Elegance? Bless her.

In all seriousness, though, the article is very well-written and I only come off as partially mentally handicapped when quoted. It’s essentially about how I bought out a theater and invited a bunch of dweebs to watch Baz Luhrmann’s telling of The Great Gatsby. In the article, I eventually talk about the philosophy behind why I set up the party and why the book is so popular, but I wouldn’t take my word for it; the interview was on the spot and Corynne was eating cake right in front of me and I was hungry and nervous. But don’t tell her I said that.

Kidding. I had some semblance of an idea as to why the book is so popular, but what you really want to pay attention to is the interview with Lori Roth, my English teacher/guru. She actually has a degree on this stuff, so listen to her.

Roth also just gave me a card and a notebook for setting the whole thing up today. The notebook is splendid. I finally have a good place to write my erotic Power Rangers fanfiction It is a really great gift. And it has the cover of The Great Gatsby as the actual cover. Which pretty much makes my life (P.S. if you want a copy, go to www.outofprintclothing.com. They also sell tees, sweaters, and other things you should never let your hipster friends know about).

But I digress, this article is absolutely super. It’s very telling of the hysteria behind Subarashii no Gatsubi-chan and my last quote is pretty damn quotable, if I do say so myself. If you haven’t seen the movie yet, I highly recommend it. The ending is positively rapturous. Seriously, I raptured so hard I needed a change of pants.

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Hakes’ Horror Reviews – Slender

Pictured: the Slender Man

If you’re a frequent denizen of the Internet’s video gaming community, then you’re probably familiar with the indie survival horror game, Slender. This game is the only game I have ever played (not counting Barbie Horse Adventures: Mystery Ride) that caused me to actively quit due to sheer terror. If you have yet to experience it, here’s the 411:

GAMEPLAY

While I did call Slender a “game,” the indie horror experience really shouldn’t be qualified as a video game at all. A game, for all intents and purposes, is something that utilizes some semblance of a reward system, congratulating you for your efforts. Slender, however, qualifies your progression by making the game more terrifying.

The goal of Slender is to “collect all eight pages” that are scattered throughout a dark, sinister forest, attached to certain landmarks such as abandoned trucks, rusty silos and abandoned, ambiguous buildings. As a result, the game plays like a maze, using the lack of a map system and a scarcity of distinguishing features in the level design to its advantage.

However, what makes Slender challenging is not solely a labyrinthine layout. The game’s titular antagonist, the Slender Man, actively chases you, gradually increasing in tenacity as you collect pages.

Slendy stalks you throughout the game, always lurking in the shadows.

When Slender Man finally grabs you, you catch a terrifying glimpse of his pale, faceless visage as static clutters the screen and black tentacles wrap themselves around you. By this point, it will have most likely been the fourth or fifth time you’d have wet yourself.

GRAPHICS

One of the main things I appreciate about Slender is its accessibility; you don’t need a decked-out rig to scare yourself sh*tless. The game runs on the notoriously low-latency Unity engine, which is great, considering the frequency of trees and the size of the map.

Note the glistening tree bark and the pixelated grass.

While the graphics themselves aren’t that stunning – the overlooked shading on some of the trees causes them to shimmer like glass – they really didn’t need to be. The point of Slender is to take you out of your comfort zone, to bring you into an unreal world of darkness and horror, and this game teaches you that you don’t need fancy, next-gen grafix to accomplish that.

SOUND

Above everything else, the most terrifying aspect to Slender has to be the sound direction. In the beginning, there is no music. All you hear is the cacophony of dead leaves and grass crunching neath your shoes. It’s a persistent, irritating noise that continues until your inevitable capture by the Slender Man. However, it’s not the only sound effects you hear.

With each page collected, a new instrument can be heard playing in the distance. After the first page, a persistent pound of a bass drum beats at a heady tempo. Soon, the undulating hum of a didgeridoo bleeds through your speakers.

As Slendy picks up the pace, the music gets more frantic. You start to sprint. Your flashlight wobbles against the trees and the grass. And then…

SYNOPSIS

Slender has taken the survival horror world by the haunches. What was once a genre defined by puzzles, save points and, well, a reward system, has taken the role of a 2 Girls 1 Cup kind of jive. Videos of friends pissing their pants in terror have flooded YouTube and Let’s Play communities.

The expected reaction to the game, in many ways, is much more important than the game itself. To craft a survival horror game that is not only notorious for it’s scariness, but is played to be scared, is a true feat in this day and age. Hats off to Slender: the Eight Pages.

END SCORE: 9/10

NSFW in the Vatican City

When I think of the Vatican City, quite a few things cross my mind. When I’m in a good mood, I tend to think of pristine streets, opulent buildings, and church bells chiming in the Mediterranean sun.

Unfortunately, that’s not all that seems to be true in the Holy City.

The Huffington Post reported on Monday that an IP address from within the Vatican was caught illegally downloading torrents of various movies . . . including, but not limited to, hardcore pornographic films.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned ;-)”

I, for one, am not really that surprised. After all, a recent study published by CitizenLink.com showed that 86% of emerging adult men have viewed pornography before, with one-fifth of that sample reporting that they watch pornography daily. By those numbers, asking even the holiest of holy men to completely admonish these, erm, urges, is ridiculous and unfair.

While it would be entirely hypocritical of us to judge this individual in the Vatican for doing something the majority of men have found themselves doing, it would be perfectly reasonable to point out the hypocrisy that the Catholic Church has attempted to downplay over the years. To put it lightly, it’s no secret that the Roman Catholic Church hasn’t always been crystal clean regarding its reputation. The United States Conference of Catholic Bishops has reported 10,667 allegations of priest-minor sexual abuse from 1950 to 2002.

That’s 205 bad touches a year.

While the Catholic Church has been making many efforts to stop the debauchery, especially since the admission of Pope Francis I, the problem has been swept under the rug one too many times.

But I digress, the point I’m trying to make is that no organization is without its ironic flaws, and the Catholic Church is no different. However, rather than embracing human nature, the Church denounces sexuality of all kinds, refuses to teach people about contraceptives, and attempts to play itself off as a clean-slate group of dudes.

Perhaps this exposé will change people in the Catholic community’s attitude towards stigmatizing sexual conduct. Perhaps this will show many people that nobody is perfect. This happenstance will, at the very least, stimulate discussion in the Catholic world, and that’s definitely something worth noticing.