There’s no denying that smart phones and their electronic wallet equipped cousins are all well and good, but for some, none of them can beat the warm fuzzy feeling,
of a well used walkie-talkie.
Walkie-talkie well-being
Technology Stuff
Old Tokyo tech
The constant touting of Tokyo as some kind of high-tech heaven isn’t technically true, as for every state-of-the-art toilet with a heated seat and hoses galore, there’s another that’s outdated and undoubtedly dirty. But that said, it does seem that even back in the day, technology here was still tiny,
and technicolour.
Japanese mobile phone misery?
The failure of Apple’s iPhone to mesmerise the Japanese mobile phone market may, among other things, mean that many consumers don’t want easy-to-use and intuitive machines — instead preferring the clunky and cumbersome menus they have been managing with for many moons now.
But, whereas a dizzying selection of displays may be ok for those that have grown up with such gadgetry, for older folk less familiar with a formidable amount of functions, simply sending a text can be taxing,
as well as terribly time consuming.
(click images for full-sized phone flummox)
Japanese golfing gadgetry
The vast majority of golfers would no doubt agree that Mark Twain’s famous suggestion that golf is a good walk spoiled is a little harsh to say the least, but rather strangely, the Showa-no-mori Golf Course in Akishima, western Tokyo, appears to have taken the denunciation to heart. As, while for obvious reasons the pummelling of the ball hasn’t been eradicated from proceedings, the hindrance of hauling one’s bag around has.
Meaning that, for the fairly efficient at least, a good walk now need only be spoiled by some seventy or so swishes of a club.
(click images for gargantuan golfing gadgetry)
Sony-based assertiveness
As a resurgent Sony roars back to respectability with record profits and a decisive win in its the high definition duel, ever the optimist, Watanabe-san of western Tokyo has daringly dusted off his sign,
and once again slung open his doors in the desperate hope of selling at least some of his substantial stock.