Tonkotsu Wednesdays!

We’re very pleased to introduce Tonkotsu Wednesdays at Ken Ken!

We’ve been working on this for nearly 6 months and its ready to serve!

Lots of love and attention has been put into our newest broth and ramen flavor. Only available currently on Wednesdays at 3378 18th Street - we hope you can come and enjoy.

Thursday to Sat we serve Northern Japanese Ramen and Wednesdays Tonkotsu.

Tonkotsu broth is one of the most popular noodle soup broths. It’s thick, creamy and nearly white in color, from pork marrow bones, fat, collagen over high heat that have been simmered for days to a thick pulp. This is a meat rich flavor , deep, smokey and milky. Served Hakata style with thin noodles, beni shoga pickled ginger, our onsen tamago (slow cooked eggs), chashu (braised pork shoulder), māyu (マー油/麻油), a blackish, aromatic oil made from either charred crushed garlic and Sesame seeds. It is a specialty of Kyūshū, particularly Hakata-ku, Fukuoka (Where Takahiro our head chef is from!)

6 to 10pm. Wednesdays @ 3378 18th Street!

Thanks everyone who came to the Mission Night Market!

Bold Italic took lots of great pictures!

Great fun!

Hawkers, Vendors, Madness and More: Ken Ken Ramen presents Mission Night Market

We love Asian Night Markets full of interesting stalls, vendors, food, and craziness — so much so that we’re turning our noodle factory into a three night Mission Night Market! Set up next door to Ken Ken Ramen at 3376 18th St, Mission Night Market will run Thursday, Friday & Saturday, hosting independent vendors, crazy artists, and more. Themes and vendors will range from Surfers to Vintage to Palm Readers to Jewelers to Japanese Dessert Makers & more!

Look for a wild selection of local artists setting up shop and hawking their goods at this evening bazaar. Three nights only! March 8-10 2012. 6pm to Late.

Selected vendors and more include:

Bobaguys

SanFlan Japanese Desserts
Palm Reading
The Gypsie Shop by Curator Amanda Krampf
Alite Camping Equipment
Revolver Select

Cureall Vintage
Auger + Ore Jewelry

ANYONE CLOTHING
Webster Reading Room
Roppongi Records
Aoi Yamaguchi

Installation by Nikki Mirseiad and Taj Robinson

Valerian Jewelry
Dillon Montara Clothing
Adam Lam Furniture

+ More

Mission Night Market

3376 18th Street

6 to Late
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
March 8th, 9th, 10th, 2012 

Right next to Ken Ken Ramen!

Free - Hosted and Supported by Ken Ken Ramen!

Questions / Interested in hawking - email us

Variations on a theme.

Project Japan is a new book by Rem Koolhaas and Hans Ulrich Obrist, edited by Kayoko Ota with James Westcott and designed by Irma Boom. It tells the story of the first non-western avant-garde movement in architecture, and the last movement anywhere to play a crucial role in the economic, intellectual, and architectural (re)building of a nation: Metabolism

Between 2005 and 2011, architect Rem Koolhaas and curator Hans Ulrich Obrist interviewed the surviving members of Metabolism, together with dozens of their collaborators, mentors, rivals, critics, protégés and families. The result is a vivid documentary both of an architectural movement and an activist state that mobilised the most creative forces of its population for a task that, in 1945, seemed impossible. 

“Once there was a nation that went to war, but after they conquered a continent their own country was destroyed by atom bombs… then the victors imposed democracy on the vanquished. For a group of apprentice architects, artists, and designers, led by a visionary, the dire situation of their country was not an obstacle but an inspiration to plan and think… although they were very different characters, the architects worked closely together to realize their dreams, staunchly supported by a super-creative bureaucracy and an activist state… after 15 years of incubation, they surprised the world with a new architecture—Metabolism—that proposed a radical makeover of the entire land… Then newspapers, magazines, and TV turned the architects into heroes: thinkers and doers, thoroughly modern men… Through sheer hard work, discipline, and the integration of all forms of creativity, their country, Japan, became a shining example… when the oil crisis initiated the end of the West, the architects of Japan spread out over the world to define the contours of a post-Western aesthetic….” —Rem Koolhaas / Hans Ulrich Obrist

Highly amazing video interview with Koolhaas and co authors @ AA School of Architecture 

Project Japan by Rem Koolhaas / Hans Obrist

itwonlast:

Hokusai and Hiroshige are household names but it’s all about Kuniyoshi.
Octopus Games, woodblock print by Utagawa Kuniyoshi (1840-1842)

itwonlast:

Hokusai and Hiroshige are household names but it’s all about Kuniyoshi.

Octopus Games, woodblock print by Utagawa Kuniyoshi (1840-1842)

Discovered this mad man Li Jianhong at Aquarius Records who share on their beautiful hand written record notes the following:
“Mindbending, utterly mesmerizing stuff, pushing into the red at all times almost, but also supremely controlled, like an elemental under command, lotsa “static” but not static, instead always moving forward into searing, cosmic white light oblivion… The disc is seventy minutes long, comprising two longer-than-side-long tracks (32:47 and 37:15), but it pretty much stops time when you’re listening. Ultra droney deep distorted sheets of amped up sound, howling wah wah fuzz fuzz to the extreme, cranked to 11 (though we dare you to dial it up half that high at home), but what’s got us is that he’s definitely playing, we mean SOLOING, melodically, the whole time pretty much. So it’s got that Earthless, endlessly jamming guitar solo vibe to it, but imagine Earthless that sounds more like Earth (the band), and it’s JUST guitar too, though it sounds like more than one of ‘em. Jianhong never lets it turn into unrecognizably guitar-generated skronky noise, it’s not like Metal Machine Music or Solmania or Merzbow, though they’re on the horizon perhaps. Even at its most abstract, when it sounds like a jet airplane engine drone or an ecstatic chorus of angelic screams, wavering and echoing, you can still picture him wielding his axe in a classic guitar hero pose, conjuring all sounds with his fingers, strings, amp, and intervening pedals.Sounds like grinding whale calls having close encounters with UFOs and swarms of bees in a hurricane can be beautiful. Pretty much a must-have for fans of such artists as Urthona, Ulaan Khol, Keiji Haino, Earth, Boris (in their Absolutego / Feedbacker / Cloud Chamber mode), Skullflower, Makoto Kawabata & Acid Mothers Temple, Neil Young (on Arc anyway), etc. Bow down!!”
Bought the album. Not for the faint of heart. Takes effort and energy but worth it.

Proof of China’s continued underground awesomeness.

“The fantasy is in the fabrics,” says Sonya Park, creative director of Arts & Science

ART & Science destroys it with their GENDERLESS lookbook. 

Beautiful unisex line from Japan. 

“Tibet was a unique civiliation. While the West has devoted itself to the investigation and  conquest of the material world and outer space, TibeT was an inwardly directed society that produced generations of mystical adepts who studied spritual technologies and became “inner world adventurers of the highest daring” (“psychonauts) who “personally voyaged to the furthest frontiers of that universe which their society deemed vital to explore: the inner frontiers of consciouness itself, in all its transformations of life and beyond death” As a product of this society, “THE TIBETAN BOOK OF THE DEAD is not a Buddhist approach to death and dying but a scientific description of the death process, derived from the research of psychonauts. The Tibetan views on death are not more or less religious than modern Western views on the structure of the solar system.”

Wentz’s primer on “The Tibetan Book of the Dead”

Valparaíso
AMO, Valparaíso, cuanto encierras, 
y cuanto irradias, novia del océano, 
hasta más lejos de tu nimbo sordo. 
Amo la luz violeta con que acudes 
al marinero en la noche del mar, 
y entonces eres -rosa de azahares-
luminosa y desnuda, fuego y niebla. 
Que nadie venga con un martillo turbio 
a golpear lo que amo, a defenderte:
nadie sino mi ser por tus secretos:
nadie sino mi voz por tus abiertas 
hileras de rocío, por tus escalones 
en donde la maternidad salobre 
del mar te besa, nadie sino mis labios 
en tu corona fría de sirena, 
elevada en el aire de la altura, 
oceánico amor, Valparaíso, 
reina de todas las costas del mundo, 
verdadera central de olas y barcos, 
eres en mí como la luna o como 
la dirección del aire en la arboleda. 
Amo tus criminales callejones, 
tu luna de puñal sobre los cerros, 
y entre tus plazas la marinería 
revistiendo de azul la primavera.
Que se entienda, te pido, puerto mío,
que yo tengo derecho
a escribirte lo bueno y lo malvado
y soy como las lámparas amargas
cuando iluminan las botellas rotas.
NERUDA