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 ### TLDR
 
-I visited Echizen, a small city in the Japan countryside, famous for a long history of crafts. Echizen has a unique, little-known, and growing tourism program. To help future English-speaking tourists, I made these public resources that map program locations to Google Maps: [spreadsheet][englishlocationlist], [google map][englishmap]. Use and copy freely!
+I visited Echizen, a small city in the Japan countryside, famous for a long history of crafts. Echizen has a unique, little-known, and growing tourism program. To help future English-speaking tourists, I made public resources that map program locations to Google Maps. Use and copy freely!
 
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+The resources: [spreadsheet][englishlocationlist], [google map][englishmap].
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 ### Off the Beaten Path
 
 I made pilgrimage to Eiheiji Temple, the great granddaddy temple of [Zen Mountain Monastary][zmm], in Fukui Prefecture, Japan. To make the most of a trek into the countryside, I looked for nearby entertainment. Inspired by this [blog post][blog], I did a day-trip to the neighboring Echizen, an ancient crafts town. 1500 years ago (!), great quality water was discovered in Echizen and it became the home of many water-reliant crafts. Today, masters of pottery, knives, washi paper, soba noodles, and more are still active. 

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+title: Kryptonite (Writing Night)
+date: 2023-11-01
+author: Jenny Fung
+tags:
+  - Writing night
+  - Creative writing
+  - Story
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+**Prompt: Write about the kyptonite of the super power shapeshifting**
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+## Transcript from a Super Powers Anonymous meeting
+
+"Hello, my power is shape shifting, and I don’t know who I am.
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+Everything was going fine enough until 2020. As of 2020, I can’t enter a chatroom without being asked to give a little speech about who I am – Greek, male, he/him, lactose intolerant, son of Zeus and Hera. The last part is true, but I could drink as much milk as you weigh if I turn into a baby elephant right now, and then I wouldn’t be Greek either. But really, every new social gathering I go to I’m asked to give a little bio of myself these days. And it feels like a lie, it feels like I’m constantly lying to everyone. My super power might be better said: pathological liar, founded in 2020. Good name for a speakeasy. I feel I am as much that baby elephant as a centaur as the son of Zeus. And I feel just as much that I am none of those things. I hate these chats. I eyeroll at giving these bios. I hate channeling myself into a few words that people are going to interpret wrongly anyway. Somedays I just want to be an asshole (not literally) and what am I going to introduce myself as, then? Can’t I be an asshole for a day and live in peace? It used to be fun and carefree, shape shifting. I could be spontaneous to suit the moment, shape shift from my joy or anger. But these new norms that ask me who I am at every turn…they have me feeling like a liar. I’m not a liar, not in most of my forms, and I don’t think of myself that way. I fundamentally don’t and can’t know who I am. I can be anything. But I can’t be who you want me to be, when you want it. Where among mortals can that be alright?"
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+Every month my writing group convenes for 90 minutes. 30 mins of shooting the breeze, 30 mins of creative writing, and 30 minutes of sharing. This is the result.