You know, while there was a large farm returning to forest on the fence line of the house I grew up in, and legends of a barn of caged cats and a pack of wild dogs under the control of the old lady that owned the former farm, I cannot say I ever once just ran into some sad-sack alkie living in those woods.
What the hell does that tell me?
My own off the cuff interpretation, predjudicial as it is, is that Indiana is simply a much more violent place than Washington, and that persons like the homeless guy living in the woods near my house at the moment were just murdered, specifically to protect property values.
This is surely incorrect, uncharitable as it is. People in Washington are no less tribal and violent than those in Indiana, despite Indiana's long heritage of legally sanctioned state violence against minorities. Washington has a heritage that includes Indian wars, Indian massacres, Chinese expulsions, and, of course, Japanese internment camps. I must disabuse myself of the notion that I have escaped the culture of violence of my childhood.
The old PowerBook is no better than the Mini at HD. Jailbreaking an ATV seems like the way to go.
A is for action, T is for Time. V is for vision and the four minds crack.
http://scott-lynch.livejournal.com/269876.html
No, really. Big Bird kicks Osiris' ass to save some little kid's soul. At the Met in NYC. Like, at the Temple of Sekhmet. With Snuffleumphagus.
Now, mmmmaybe Osiris is being stood in for here by James Mason, and lacks green skin and all, but still. Any Big Bird bedominated reborn king can only betoken the fundamental truth of Osiris Claus.
My ankle seems nearly better. At the moment I am planning on starting to run again next week.
Viv bought me an ankle brace, something like a foot girdle, yesterday and it has felt great all day today.
On my dog walk today I ran into a homeless guy I have seen around on and off since November. He smells of formaldehyde but seems harmless, kind of sweet, and horribly, terminally lost. He seems to be moving to to the underbrush of a greensward in the neighborhood.
He told me it has been a very cold winter for him and that he was excited about this new toy he'd just bought, a small plastic model of an airplane.
Not counting iOS devices, I have around seven conventional computers I use daily around the house for this and that. Two are media-oriented, three are utility machines, one's a spare, and maybe I actually only have six machines I use daily.
I have at least ten retired or non-functional machines, going back to a Power Computing Mac clone circa 1992. I may have an older PPC tower as well, but nothing prior to the PPC event horizon, although I do have a no-HD pre-486 laptop.
Not too long ago, sometime around 2002, I jettisoned some pre-PPC Macs and monochrome silver-and-blue LCD display 8086 laptop built by Zenith, apparently from the Senate or the Congress or something. I have no idea how it came to me.
Including nonconventional computers in the house (iOS, dedicated media, and programmable networking) the total potential IP count for roughly current devices adds six iOS devices, two media devices (yes,in addition to the other media units) and eight networking devices.
I'm pretty sure this is overkill.
The Mini in the basement is faltering under the latest prerelease version of XBMC, and it looks like I'm gonna have to pull the unit in favor of an equally decrepit MacBook (wait, it is so old it might actually be a PowerBook) with a more powerful GPU and more RAM.
However, doing so crosses the C-note boundary, and I will be looking into other options for configurable playback devices. The jailbroken Apple TV 2, running XBMC, is a clear contender.
I am pleased to report I was able to access live EyeTV streams via Beenje's XBMC add on, EyeTV Parser. The add-on only features live streams under the Eden prerelease, though.
By god, I think I am beginning to grok this vast space of useless knowledge. For fuxache, it should not require an experienced computer person to tax the sum of their networking and hardware knowledge to accomplish this stuff, which amounts to watching TV.
Boeing Clippers and Matthews Beach Park.
Matthews Beach is at 97th and the shore on Lake Washington. There is another seaplane base at the north end of the lake as well, which is used by Kenmore Air (hence the name).
UPDATE: an aerial shot of the base, with Clipper docked.
Goddammit, I have mislaid my glasses and am now wearing backups. This may be a new record. I have had the black bifocals for less than six months.
The Roman emperor Valerian was apparently kept in chains and, according to scuttlebutt, used as a stepping stool by is Sassanid captor. After dying ("from shame," later sources say) his skin was apparently taxidermied for continued celebratory display. Scholars dispute much of the narrative.
Still, who wouldn't want to trot out your local emperor or oligarch for abuse?
The junkyard home theater is complete.
The last two pieces were a different USB DAC (which supports optical out on the Mac) and a hail-mary shot at resurrecting (see what I did there? This entry was nearly titled "It is Finished") an old DVD player I had on the shelf, retired after it stopped working a few years ago.
The G4 Mini simply cannot support hi-def audio and HD video from disc, but does ok with XMBC taking streams and tossing them out. Sadly, XMBC, although the root from which Boxee sprang, is straight-up terrible in terms of UI, and the version I am using is prone to crashes.
Still, the objective here was to set up a surround-sound, Internet-connected and streaming-capable big-screen home theater for as little as possible.
It has been difficult to figure out the costs, but over the past month I have spent about 200 dollars, possibly 250. I had significant items in hand, however, specifically:
The projector (dumpstered in 1999 or so)
The amp (an entry-level Sony, made around 2002: no hdmi)
The computer (a first generation G4 Mac Mini, no optical out, underpowered in every way)
Cables
Experience (see below)
Setting up a home theater requires knowledge of multiple, and multiplying, connection protocols. I find it murderously enraging to keep on top of it, so mostly I don't. Having experience with this particular area of greedy nonsense helped. I'm certain acquiring the knowledge abraded away an appreciable portion of my "don't be an impatient and abusive asshole" coating.
Dammit, lost a long blog post. I can keep this link, a reflection on Wim Wnders' Pina.
Vivian and I saw the film last Friday in company with and courtesy of Spencer.
Director Wenders spoke after the film, charmingly, and it was quite wonderful to hear him discuss the film itself and his process in crafting it.
Deconcrete is pretty neat, by the way.
The blogger has a special focus on cartography and every single mappy thing he posts is fascinating, such as this look at a geography of Franco's coup.
Or this image-heavy post on how built environments change and inherit form themselves over time.
Ugh, not if they actually look like that.
I still think a cellphone/PDA that is an actual functioning replica 19th century pocket watch is the way to go for non HUD information delivery. Apparently most of the rest of the market for this stuff is populated by the tasteless and the young.
I started running on the treadmill the day we got it. The first week, I put in a bit over six miles.
The second week, I logged nearly 12 miles.
Then, at the beginning of the third week, my left ankle began to hurt and feel stiff, like a knuckle that needs popping. I kept running but reduced my speed and distance, ending the week with 9 miles, but with three of my longest runs.
This weekend, on Sunday, I tried to run but my ankle hurt too much; I ended up walking about 4 miles instead in about 45 minutes. When I got off the treadmill, my ankle felt different. The popping, crackling stiffness was gone, but not the pain.
New, however, was a visible swelling and a mild sense of heat.
Dr. Google demonstrated to me that it is likely that I have given myself tendonitis, and instructed me to see an actual doctor.
So today I did that. The verdict? Stop running until the tendonitis heals.
The doc also told me that perhaps my target daily run of 2 miles in 20 minutes was somewhat aggressive and ambitious for someone with a lifelong distaste for physical activity. I'm sure he's right.
Quick update:
Screen works great, and the smell is totally acceptable.
The Diamond USB 7.1 out dongle is functional, but not satisfactory.
In particular, the manual discloses that the optical-out is not supported under Mac OS X, which means that I have run 1/4 inch-to-RCA connections to the multi-channel in on the receiver. Unfortunately, the receiver only has six analog ins for that style of input and the result is that in a 6.1 config, the center rear channel is silent. Additionally, as the receiver is both basic and pretty old for an A/V unit, activating the multi channel-in disables the onboard surround circuitry, turning the unit into a pass-through device.
Therefore, if the audio from the Mac is not high-definition, I can't have the receiver doctor it up. So that's no good.
Additionally, two of the channels seem to have a bit of crackle in them when driven by the analog input. It could be the speakers, or the cables, or the speaker wire, or the 1/4 inch jacks. So with the analog multichannel in, the number of possible points of failure becomes prohibitive to isolate.
What else?
Oh yeah, the projector seems to perform best if inverted, but I don't have a true VESA-style ceiling mount, so the device is resting on its back on an articulating keyboard shelf I dumpstered years ago.
Cables dressed, speakers hung. Nearly there.
Heard about "Zombies, Run!" on the radio.
https://www.zombiesrungame.com/
Sounds AWESOME. I mean if my ankle ever gets better.
The dumpster home theater in the basement is getting closer. The ancient, s
projector - some might be tempted to call it "holocene" but I, of course, shall refrain - will work fine as a ceiling mount, give or take, although it makes more noise than a vintage 1993 1gb hard drive.
Speakers are roughly placed and proved functional. I still need to dress the wiring and work out an actual mount methodology.
The el cheapo USB 7.1 dongle seems to be working, but the audio-source paths are so convoluted that it is difficult to determine what might be driving to apparent optical-in on the amp. I suppose a DVD might be the best option for testing.
So far the single most expensive out of pocket expense was $100 for a DaLite model B 96" square (over a fancier 16:9 model on Craigslist for about the same). Reviewers online warned of a new-shower-curtain stench, and that is correct. Happily it seems less awful than I was afraid it might.
So tomorrow, I will concentrate on dressing the wiring and then troubleshoot the audio. I am actually somewhat concerned about the audio settings - if I have to jimmy the settings in three places dependent on a given media source, a distinctly possible outcome, the Mini is no longer a viable playback option and any middling DNLA + DVD device looks like a good idea instead.
Viv has already asked about moving the Wii to the basement. That could easily lead to a PS3 or Xbox upstairs, and moving the BD390 down too. Which would enable true, or nearly true, 1080p on the way-pre HD projector, which supports 1024x768 - so close, and yet so far.
Maciej is up to something. His Polanksi piece and his scurvy piece, both from 2010, refreshed in my RSS today, and I see there is a piece up dated 2-17 which has not yet surfaced in my feeds.
Old pal Jeanne posted a drawing I gave her in 1991 on Facebook:
Along with a pic of her, me, and Matt Uhlman in the photo booth at the Rainbo Room in Chitown, '91.
An update on the media mini:
Antiquated digital cable for antiquated dumpstered projector, check! And well under ten bucks from Monoprice.
Multichannel digital output via AirPlay, NO WAY!
Repurposing articulated (and dumpstered) keyboard shelf as projector ceiling mount, possible check!
Craigslist-sourced Sony surround set, flaky as advertised, check! Still looking into what might be causing low volume audio, but in general, the amp looks to be toast.
So, basically, I need to solve the audio problem. The video input to the projector is semi-solved (the mini will certainly not play nice with many HD video sources, and of course it won't support blu-ray). Another year and networked 1080p playback devices will be craigslisted at under $100, so no rush.
Looking at CL for audio stuff was kind of amazing. It looks at if there is approximately a $50 floor for amps, no matter the quality, age, or features. Crappy 1980s Aiwa or 7.1 no HDMI whatever, it's going for $50.
A rare day spent out and about.
I did an informal usability review for an iOS app oriented toward consumer-sourced aggregation of review and product info. No, I can't tell you who.
It was fun and I was glad to contribute, being a fan of the service.
Thinking about it a few minutes ago I started poking around the profile-based suggestions embedded into my Amazon user account and as expected they are fucking terrible, as they always have been. Amazon should figure out how to buy my search history from, well, actually from me, not Google.
I suppose I would totally let Amazon snoop on my user-ID tied search results for a blanket, all-merchants discount of something like 20%. The problem (for them) is that I have multiple Google IDs, but honestly, how many of us can there be?
Being an Amazon merchant, I would expect they would pass the 20% on to third party merchants, and as a merchant that would be something I would very much NOT appreciate. Unless they could show specific, attributable revenue growth that exceeded the discounted charges. That sort of transparency seems unlikely.
Randomly showing a friend Justin.tv on my phone, explaining how I used it to watch baseball in Japan last season, I notice a game in progress.
It's the February 14 practice game on Okinawa between the Hanshin Tigers and the Hiroshima Carp!
Currently, it's the bottom of the 8th, Carp on and trailing 4-2.
Judging simply by the sun angle, it looks to be about noon in Okinawa right about now, 9:30p Seattle time. Boy, I wish there were regular season NBP games in Okinawa.
Viv tells me she gwine download the roses. I became concerned that they might digitally vanish, so I have documented them.
The ancient 1st gen Mini has just been reallocated to media center duty, once again, this time in the basement, where it will drive an even-more ancient video projector, one I dumpstered many years ago.
XBMC finally arrived for PPC systems sometime in the past couple of years. While it is far from as polished a product as Boxee, it was able to browse to and add nearly all my LAN media sources. The exception being the recently-added eyetv, which sends and shares happily to the iPads but not via UPnP/DNLA.
It looks as though I need to pop for a bigger screen than the 64" model we scored at a salvage place for five bucks, as well as a ceiling mount for the projector. I am still mulling options for audio. The Mini will never be able to install Lion, with its broad support of AirPlay options, but might be able to support an Airfoil-based audio redirect. The question, then, is "Can Airfoil support multi-channel surround?"
AirPlay appears to and Airfoil claims to support all AirPlay enabled devices, so one would think the answer is yes. I need to test this somehow.
Further equipment gathering is needed as well; I have a pre HDMI 5.1 receiver currently in use only as a stereo output device, and I do not have an additional set of surround speakers. Therefore an additional stereo-only receiver and some set of speakers is suggested. Out if curiosity I looked for wireless surround systems but that appears to remain a pipe dream.
Given the recycled nature of this project, I think Craigslist would be the place to go for the speakers and receiver.
UPDATE: scored a nice compact 5-way Samsung set. No sub, but I'm sure that will, er, surface in time.
In rooting through my antiquarian cables and such, I realized that with the exception of books, I have more tools and electrical stuff (extension cords, what not) than my family did when I was a kid.
Waxy has some analysis and handwringing up about OAuth and third-party apps accessing Google account info, specifically Gmail.
I took a look, and yeah, I don't trust you motherfuckers very much. Tripit and Yahoo are the only non-Google services I have granted OAuth inbox access to. I obviously need to nuke Yahoo, but Tripit is essential.
I suppose the answer is to stand up a dedicated travel-oriented gmail address with forwarding. The problem generated there would be two unique uid/pw instances.
Hm. Anyway, yeah. Nerds who use crypto use gmail and grant OAuth access just like normal people. You know who uses crypto and doesn't do that? Corporations and governments, and not all of them, even.
I am amazed to discover that I lack an early digital video cable, the M1 variety. Monoprice is there for me, natch.
Not sure why, but as I was posting this I remembered that my parents were supposed to send me the family pachinko machine, like, two years ago. Outrage, or a good excuse for a cross country road trip?
Much of my dream space last night was occupied by a dream about bagels, wherein I made several dozen and then inexplicably bought six, hot from the oven, for twenty dollars, grumbling about the price. I am not sure if I bought them from myself or what.
I was the bagel maker at a coffee shop in my youth and once entirely forgot I knew how to make them. On a whim I invited a friend over and once the ingredients were assembled, muscle memory took over and it was as if I had been possessed. I watched my body move efficiently and swiftly through the steps of the process, agape and not knowing how it knew what to do.
About the time the bagels were going into and out of the boiling water, my on-hand lack of a large steel mixing bowl to boil the water in (the 20-inch diameter of the water surface meant you could get eight or so in at a time) FINALLY triggered a clear, conscious memory of mixing, kneading, turning, twisting, and baking.
How it is that one can totally forget something that one loves remains a complete mystery.
I don't think I will bake some today - twenty bucks is an outrage - but I might roll out on a bagel quest later on. Seattle is in general sorely lacking in east coast deli food but there are indeed a few decent bagel sources. Thank god.
As briefly noted earlier, I have been working through using Amazon EC2 instances as an on-demand proxy. I am making progress, and can reliably launch and ssh into a given instance.
The problem is that so far I can't figure out how to share that ssh connection with applications or the operating system. There are plenty of tutorials that cover setting up the OS or an app (usually a web browser) to use an sash session as a proxy; my problem appears to be that once I have ssh up, the session is not being shared outside the establishing application.
This could be a consequence of some firewalling I am unaware of or it could be something more fundamental (application walls or something) which the easy-to-find pre-Lion and pre-Win7 tutorials don't have to address.
Anyway. Learning.
Fellow small-scale retail entrepeneur Steerforth holds forth on "Brand Wheels," an infographic abomination I have thus far thankfully missed out on.
His judgement is law.
Totally digging Mitchum in "The Big Steal," 1949, which appears to have been shot on location in Veracruz and elsewhere.
Huzzah! A comical-book themed story by the estimable Michael Chabon in the new ish of the New Yorker, "Citizen Conn."
"Though he was at the time unknown to me even by reputation, I soon learned that my own husband had been among the millions of American boys in the nineteen-sixties whose minds were blown by Feather's art work in comic books such as The New Frontiersmen and Mister Arcane."
Sounds like he's doing a Ditko take, mashed up with some other folks. Yes, that first fictionalized title is a Watchmen shoutout; in Moore's comic, the title is a right-wing scandal sheet trusted by Rorshach with his memoirs. Ditko is legendary for his ground-breaking work for Marvel (on Spiderman and Doctor Strange), and for his eccentric legend as a big fan of Ayn Rand.
I haven't read more than the first couple sentences, but the clever layering of Moore's fictional right-wing publication into a Ditkoesque career seems amusing and appropriate. Among other things, Watchmen was a fictionalization of comics history, and that is a thing that Chabon has delighted in giving us for years now.
UPDATE: The story is more a take on the Stan Lee - Jack Kirby - Ditko thing, with Kirby and Ditko compressed into the single character of Mort Feather.
WITH a full-on cameo by none other than Seattle's own Comics Journal, an issue of which is described as featuring a Gary Groth endless interview with the story's Lee-alike, the "Citizen Conn" of the tale's title.
The New Yorker has a discussion with Chabon on the piece up.
He sez Lee-Kirby, so I guess my Ditko stuff up top is off base.
Many incremental successes today.
A troubleshooting session with a software vendor went smoothly enough, and now orders are flowing, more or less, directly into Quickbooks. This will inevitably dramatically increase accounting issues but it also transforms my inventory monitoring and reordering into something to which I can apply Quickbooks analytical tools. Which, well, they are what they are.
I taught myself how to strip, crimp, and verify cat-11 telephone cable. I also installed and verified a couple of additional phone jacks.
I reviewed my annual haystack of tax reporting forms and it looks like I am only missing a couple, which means I am probably a week away from filing.
I am clearly noticing my heart rate improving while running. I still need to check with the docs about my sacroiliac stuff.
I began working through some products in Amazon AWS, specifically EC2 server setup and usage. Some fiddly bits defeated me, as I was using downtime on the tech support call and it has been years since I had to use PuTTY for ssh and the like.
This past week, I started working on getting Viv set up to use her iPad as an A/V playback device, installing an ElGato TV receiver on the media Mini and then banging on antenna reception. I managed to rewire the existing forty year old roof aerial and currently we are missing only the Kitsap-located tower signal that carries channel 13 and the signals from Tacoma that carry KBCT. This is kind of aggravating because I like KBCT's programming more than KCTS'.
We do receive it in the guest room, which makes no sense: the five dollar antenna there gets it but the six foot aluminum kite on the roof does not. Electromagnetic waves: how do they work?
Anyway the upshot of all this extreme retro nerdery is that our iPads and iPhones are now portable televisions. The EyeTV app only supports one viewer at a time, though, so you can steal the broadcast away from other users on the LAN, which has delighted our inner brats no end.
Some time in the past couple weeks I also moved all of our object-based playback media into a more useable setup, so we can easily get to the vinyl and CDs and cassettes. The stuff still needs to be organized, especially the CDs, but at least it is no longer hidden from sight. I'm sort of contemplating some roofline shelving for the discs, but am not totally sold on the idea.
Running still going as previously noted. Looks like I am settling into about a mile and a half a day, plus a mile walked with the pooch. Still puzzled about what people mean when they describe exercise as something that makes them feel good. An interesting aspect of watching the time of the run and my heart rate is how similar the time needed and apparent personal physical effects are to my father's longtime exercise regime.
I have a hard time imagining I will get into the same kind of shape he was when he was my age, though. That guy would bust his ass every morning for twenty minutes, and so far I would not describe what I am doing as ass busting.
It is sort of motivating me to work on the room the treadmill's in, though. Next thing: music.
Another beautiful day wasted down in the basement. This was the third amazingly sunny warm day in a row and neither Viv nor I had time to go enjoy the weather.
I can't recall if I blogged this or not, but I bought Viv a decent midmarket treadmill off Craigslist for her birthday. It's a Smooth 6.25, about six years old, and in pretty good shape, new-looking at first glance.
Both she and I have been using it, and to my surprise I have been using it more than Viv. I was diagnosed with a genetic degenerative bone disease this past fall, and the disease affects my sacroiliac. I suppose it might not actually be a great idea to start running but far be it from me to miss a chance to spit in the eye of God, or fate or the cops or whatever you got.
People who actually like exercise claim it makes them feel good. Ever since I was a kid it only ever made me feel sick, headachey and mad at the world and so forth, so I have no legitimate beef to avoid it these days since that is my default state anyway.
So far, yeah, it makes me feel terrible and sometimes gives me the dry heaves. I run barefoot, and am sort of amused that I appear to be developing calluses on my feet that are superior to my stringed-instrument calluses.
If that isn't conclusive evidence of a moral crisis, of values that fly in the face of civilization and justice, I don't know what is.
In other news of poor personal judgement and sketchy moral values, Br. Spencer Sundell handed me my ass on a plate in a spirited discussion of my long-term loathing of the political values exhibited by Neal Stephenson in his high period works, beginning with Cryptonomicon. In essence, he made me promise to read some of the stuff since Cryptonomicon, that bible of Ron Paul cryptofascism. I may start with Reamde, since I gather that the bad guys in that book are war blogger wet dream islamofascists and therefore I can continue to hate on the motherfucker as a propagandizing tool.
Googlefish translated link to Eagles' press video page at niconico.jp.
Aggravtingly, the Yahoo.jp NPB news page and the corresponding Eagles schedule resist the Googlefish.
There does not appear to be an iPad video player app for niconico.jp available in the App store, and attempting to play the videos once registered presents what appears to be a technical compatibility note that mentions OS X, IE, Windows, and Flash, but not iOS.
Additionally, I was able to register at both the English-language niconico.com and the Japanese-language niconico.jp with the same username but different associated emails. I suspect that this indicates a fully-segregated user-management and content system. Backing up that speculation is the fact that the active English-language userid was not accepted as a login from the Bionic Eagles page.
In the past, it seems that the Yahoo NPB Pacific League portal was one of the ways to view the games. The playback was geo-restricted in some way, however.
I have yet to try the niconico.jp playback of the last-season videos on a desktop operating system.
UPDATE: if I am logged in at niconico, the page won't render in translation. Proceeding untranslated, each individual video will not play despite my being logged in, something I assume which represents geo-blocking.
Therefore, my next steps are to work through the use of proxy servers to provide in-Japan IP spoofing.
As I have been hacking away at this, I am put in mind of my fascination with manual tuning of scrambled pay-cable channels as a kid. My parents wouldn't pay for HBO as a part of their cable package, and the methodology used to keep premium channels out of view was an analog variable transmission scrambler, or something. The end result was if you manually wiggled the fine tune knobs on the TV and the cable box at the same time, you could occasionally get glimpses of partially unscrambled content.
I would do this for hours, not because of the content, but because I couldn't get to the content. It seems clear to me that I am in the same sort of dynamic here.
I wish someone would explain to me how it is that making Google products less useful improves Google's projected profitability. It sure as hell make me pissed off every other day.
That link is to an explanation of how to access actual useful search results on a tablet, missing since August. The key is an override in the results URL, the string which I have made the title of this post.
UPDATE: or so I had thought. I had neglected to entity-encode the ampersand.
the Manis Mastodon: "For a long time, the Manis Mastodon site near Sequim, Washington was the elephant in the room of the Northwest Coast early period."
So, last year I forked over for MLB.tv without understanding the minutiae of local area blackouts and the like. I was pissed, and of course the blackouts did not really matter, as I just went ahead and watched the firmly, absurdly illegal video feeds I had started watching the season on. In essence, it was a classic case of a missed sales opportunity - the shitty free product made me want the nice, cushy product.
Well, maybe not a missed sales opportunity.
At any rate, I had the presence of mind to look at my MLB.tv account on January 31, and learned that was in fact the actual day it it was set to auto renew. Naturally, I cancelled.
Out of curiosity, I then went back to each of the devices I had associated with the account last year and to my astonishment I retain access to the 2011 season.
In October of last year, I attended a show by Chicago band Shellac at the Vera Project and during the show, people began sending me texts that maybe I should be watching game six of the Rangers-Cardinals World Series.
All told, this means I can catch that game now.
I have been scrubbing the inarwebs for the equivalent of MLB.tv for Japanese pro ball, and have yet to come up with the solution. Apparently the media provisioning is very robust in Japan, but only for Japanese-located consumers. This means that English language discussion of the material is pretty limited. Additionally, online streaming access appears to be contracted at a team level in the older, more popular Central League and to be centrally administered for the Pacific League (home of the Eagles, the team I follow).
Surprisingly, to me, there does not appear to be the equivalent to the Dubliner or the George and Dragon in Fremont and Ballard, respectively, bars that feature in-house broadcasts of European sporting events, catering to expats. Honestly, you would think at least ONE bar in Seattle, of all places, would offer live or time shifted Japanese pro ball. I suppose there is some sort of marketing opportunity here.
