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Sitting atop a rocky outcrop on Japan’s Izu Peninsula, the pool at Kuroneiwa-buro is so close to the Pacific that the waves are only just out of reach as they crash onto the boulders nearby.

The hot spring is in the tiny fishing harbor community of Hokkawa Onsen. It’s the kind of town you read about in stories on the country’s rapidly aging population — a place young people leave in search of better jobs elsewhere.

It’s certainly not a place you’d expect to find a Western tourist on a Monday afternoon. So naturally, I was a bit surprised to see a foreign woman walking into the hot spring facility’s bathing area.

Taking a quick look around, she headed straight for the source, where water gushes out of a pipe at temperatures well over 50 degrees Celsius, or over 122 Fahrenheit.

Without hesitating, she started scooping it up with her hands and throwing it onto her body.

“Hot! Hot! HOT!” she squealed while doing a frantic little hop as her skin quickly turned red.

She was engaging in what’s called kakeyu — the pre-bath rinse. Everyone does it. But somewhere near the hot spring entrance, a well-meaning sign in awkwardly written English seemingly confused her: “Please pour hot water on yourself before bathing.”

Technically correct, she followed the sign’s instructions. Just not the intent.

“Not that water — you’ll burn yourself!” I called out from the hot spring pool. “Use the bucket and scoop water from the bath, not the source.”

She paused and blinked.

“Ohhh. THAT’S what the sign means.”

I witness moments like this all the time while traveling around Japan — small misunderstandings that can ruin a foreign visitor’s entire experience.

And Japan’s famed hot springs, or onsen, are full of invisible tripwires, from nudity to tattoos, along with a host of unspoken protocols in between.

That’s part of what drew me to them. Born and raised in Japan but having spent most of my adult life in the US, I found myself rediscovering onsen culture, almost like a visitor, when I returned.

At first, even bathing naked around strangers felt uncomfortable again. Relearning both the customs and the experience itself made me more curious about this part of my Japanese heritage.

As I learned more, I wanted foreign visitors to enjoy onsen the way they’re meant to be — a relaxing experience, not a survival test.

That is why I became a certified onsen sommelier. Yes, it’s a real thing.

I’ve traveled more than 1,900 miles, from Hokkaido to Okinawa, on a quest to discover the most extraordinary onsen. I’ve even worked in a hot spring inn — that’s how passionate I am about them.

While the word “onsen” is sometimes loosely translated as public bath, there are certain boxes one must tick. When we say onsen, we’re referring to the hot spring water that bubbles up or is pumped from deep within the Earth.

As the world’s hot spring capital, Japan has over 25,000 natural thermal water sources. The Japanese take hot springs so seriously that there’s even an Onsen Law. Legally, the water must naturally emerge from the ground at a minimum temperature of 25 C (77 F). Or, if it’s cooler, it needs to contain one of 19 minerals or components — such as sulfur, iron or carbon dioxide — above regulated minimum levels.

Onsen water is also classified by pH, from strongly acidic to strongly alkaline, and most hot spring facilities display a chart highlighting the water’s components and therapeutic properties.

These waters can be enjoyed in single locations in any given town or city, and many onsen inns welcome day visitors for a fee, often under $10. Some destinations even have free public onsen facilities.

Japan is also filled with entire hot spring towns — it’s easy to know you’re in one as the town name usually includes the word “Onsen.” They offer a range of accommodations, from traditional ryokans (inns) to Western-style hotels, all designed around enjoying the healing waters that flow through the area.

Take the town of Fukuji Onsen, about a five-hour train and bus journey from the metropolis of Nagoya. Tucked deep in the mountains, it has just 11 inns, many over 100 years old and set in renovated traditional houses.

At night, the inns glow under a soft, orange light, creating a dreamlike, almost time-traveling atmosphere.

I fell so in love with this town that I decided to get my first onsen job there, and gained an insider’s view of the dos and don’ts that can make or break trips for foreign visitors. I worked at a 170-year-old farmhouse-turned-retreat called Soene, which has just 15 cozy guest rooms and three bubbling onsen areas for guests to bathe in. There’s a staff of around 15 people, and they want nothing more than for visitors to have a supreme experience.

But it can be challenging for them to deal with foreigners, who are unfamiliar with the traditions and customs.

Soene has become a popular spot for international visitors, despite its remoteness. When I worked there seven years ago, the visitor ratio was about seven Japanese to three foreigners. When I went back last year, that ratio seemed to have flipped.

This is in line with what’s happening in the town of Fukuji Onsen itself, which is gaining foreign visitors far faster than it can add English-speaking staff. While the inns are genuinely happy to welcome guests from abroad, they often struggle to comfortably accommodate them.

The main issue? Staying at a traditional onsen inn is a whole other experience compared to a Western hotel. You can easily book a room with Agoda or <a href="http://Booking.com" rel="nofollow">Booking.com</a>, but what those sites don’t often mention are the inn’s unspoken rules and customs.

First off, onsen inns run on a schedule that feels almost military-like. You check in, have dinner, bathe, eat breakfast and check out at set times. And yes — you must be there right on the dot, sharp!

You may be thinking, “Hey, this is my vacation! Why so strict?”

It all goes back to the Japanese concept of omotenashi, or hospitality.

The inn wants to know exactly when you’ll arrive so the staff can be fully prepared to welcome you and your tea and sweets can be served fresh. Dinner is also served at a set time, so your multi-course meal can be presented in perfect conditions, at the perfect moment.

The baths, too, must be kept immaculate and filled with just the right amount of water, flowing at the ideal temperature, when you arrive.

If you arrive late, that entire, perfect plan is thrown off, and what looks like rigid discipline is really the staff scrambling to preserve their idea of flawless hospitality.

I saw this firsthand. One late morning at Soene, a male colleague came barreling toward me, his face bright red, eyes wide, clearly in full panic mode.

“You go to the woman’s bath right now!” he shouted at the top of his lungs, his words tumbling out so fast it was almost like he was spitting them.

Apparently, he went into the women’s bath to clean it, only to discover the foreign guests were still bathing. Yes, he had unexpectedly come face-to-face with women — in the nude.

I immediately ran in to check and confirmed that we had informed the guests to finish by 10 a.m. for cleaning, and politely apologized for the incident, while also ensuring they left promptly.

At a ryokan, timing is everything. With a small staff and a tight schedule, every minute counts. When schedules aren’t strictly followed, accidents like this can — and do — happen.

That takes us to a question many foreigners ask: Why do Japanese people bathe completely nude anyway? Wouldn’t it be more appropriate to wear swimsuits, especially in mixed-gender baths?

In Japan, naked bathing is a centuries-old tradition rooted in health, culture and social norms. Communal nudity was once normal, and mixed-gender baths were common. Plus, inns often didn’t have the resources to provide separate baths.

However, in the 1870s, Western notions of morality led to a nationwide ban on mixed bathing. The tradition quietly survived at some riverside baths, mainly because rural areas were beyond strict enforcement.

But today, most onsens separate men and women. In mixed areas, visitors may use yuami (special garments) or towels for privacy, though there are a few risqué exceptions.

Though rare, the essence of traditional mixed naked bathing — called Konyoku — still endures, especially at onsen with a toji tradition, which means guests spend days, weeks or even months at a destination with the sole purpose of soaking in its mineral-rich waters for health and healing.

Among these is Amagase Onsen, in Oita on southwestern Kyushu island, where a rare riverside bathing tradition dating back to the 1600s still survives.

Open-air baths here sit at the edge of the Kusugawa River, right beside the main road, which is lined with inns, hotels, shops and the town’s iconic bright red bridge. And in the heart of it all sits Jinden-yu, a stone-lined open-air bath with no walls, curtains or partitions. There’s nothing — no trees, grass or rocks — to block the view.

I had heard of this place but seeing it in person was another matter. A dozen people came and went throughout the day, bathing and enjoying the open-air onsen while fully visible to anyone who happened to be walking along the riverwalk, driving by, crossing the bridges, or staying in adjacent hotels.

At the visitor center, staff quietly noted they cannot actively promote the bath, given it sits on that delicate boundary between traditional culture and what might legally be considered indecent exposure.

It helps, though, that Amagase Onsen’s history stretches back over 1,300 years. According to old local tales, “if you dig into the gravel along the riverbank, hot water will spring forth anywhere.”

So people did just that — they dug hollows and stacked stones to form pools. There was little distinction between men and women — bathing was a communal way to share nature’s blessing, with no partitions.

Another famous mixed-gender hot spring is Sukayu Onsen, tucked deep in the Hakkoda Mountains of Aomori, at the northern tip of Honshu, Japan’s main island. It’s known for its massive indoor communal bath and thick, almost otherworldly steam.

A sign outside the bathing area displays the “Three Golden Rules of Mixed Bathing at Sukayu Onsen” — a simple yet powerful guide that reflects the spirit of Japan’s communal bathing tradition:

1. Gentlemen: Eyes off the ladies — No curious staring!

2. Ladies: Eyes off the gentlemen — No curious staring!

3. Everyone: Embrace the bath with an open heart, respect each other, and soak in harmony, no matter your age or gender.

That last one might just be the best advice for any onsen visitor.

Another issue that gets a lot of attention from foreigners is tattoos, as many onsens have signs stating they do not accept guests with ink. This isn’t arbitrary.

Tattoos in Japan have a long, shadowy history. They were once a hallmark of Yakuza (Japanese mafia) membership, their wearers accused of having ties to organized crime. Because of this, many bathing facilities used to turn away guests with tattoos to avoid any trouble.

Today, some reports suggest that only about half of Japan’s Yakuza members are believed to still sport tattoos, as many in the younger generations see them as inconvenient. So simply banning tattoos is no longer a guaranteed way to keep them out.

Meanwhile, tattoos are incredibly common worldwide, making the old rules tricky for modern inns to enforce.

Some onsen have become more tattoo-friendly in line with the changing times, but many continue to ban them simply because it’s easier. There are still Japanese people, especially older generations, who strongly associate tattoos with the Yakuza, and even harmless decorative tattoos on foreigners can feel intimidating for them.

If you have tattoos, there are ways to navigate this.

The website “Tattoo Friendly Onsen” has a large database of onsens that allow tattooed guests. While the numbers are growing, the listings mostly cover larger, well-known onsen towns.

If you stumble upon a small onsen off the tourist path, being upfront could be the best policy. Tell the inn owner about your tattoos before making reservations you can’t cancel. Describe the size and what body parts they’re on. Staff may suggest using waterproof bandages, medical tape for larger designs or suggest booking a private onsen room.

Many inns do have first-come, first-served private baths — perfect for a worry-free soak.

OK, so you’ve survived the tricky terrain of nudity and tattoos. Next up: the unspoken rules.

In Japan, most people won’t tell you if you’re doing something wrong. This isn’t rudeness — it is, oddly, connected to their sense of hospitality.

Rather than confront you, they’ll quietly move away if your towel dips into the bath, or your long hair is hanging down and dancing with the flow of the water. (Both of these are no-nos.)

Once, I came across a guest walking around the bathing area wearing a pair of the inn’s wooden clogs. I had to let her know they were only for the toilet area. Looking a little embarrassed, she quickly turned on her heels and headed back to the restroom. (In Japan, footwear is assigned to a specific location and should never stray from its designated spot — a quietly enforced law of Japanese life.)

Meanwhile, washing and rinsing your body at the shower station before entering the bath is a must.

“But I just showered in my room!” you may be thinking.

Well, your fellow guests don’t know that so it’s just a nice action to assure everyone the bath water will remain clean.

After your shower, return bathing accessories like buckets, stools and shampoo to their proper places. It’s a small gesture, but it keeps the next person comfortable and reflects the Japanese commitment to hospitality.

Another tricky issue is conduct. Sometimes I see foreign tourists arrive with a full-on “Woohoo!” attitude — seemingly on the verge of cannonballing into the bath, sending splashes flying everywhere as they hit the water.

I get it. I share their excitement and completely understand how they feel. As a matter of fact, many onsen-loving locals do share that feeling. But others are visiting the onsen for relaxation and want to experience quiet, meditative-like moments.

That said, some onsen atmospheres can be fun and lively.

Japanese people often say, “read the air,” meaning notice the mood around you. If everyone is soaking in silence, do the same. If the bath is filled with chatter and laughter, feel free to join in. It’s less about rules and more about harmony, respect, and simply enjoying the shared experience.

Ready to take a dip?

I’ve spent decades crisscrossing Japan, soaking everywhere from misty mountain hideaways to grand historic baths, seeking out some of Japan’s most unusual and distinctive onsen and have visited a few hundred of them.

For those looking for something truly unique, here are my three top experiences.

If you think hot springs are for relaxing, Shin Tamagawa Onsen will blow your mind.

Located in Akita prefecture, bathing here feels like rigorous Bushido discipline. The spring, packed with hydrochloric acid, aluminum and iron, has a pH of just 1.2 — about the same as stomach acid. In fact, it’s so acidic that it can corrode a knife overnight.

The facility has retro charm — its numerous wooden baths filled with natural hot spring water. Survival secret: start with diluted water, then move up to 100% pure, and never soak for more than three minutes at a time.

Easy, right? Not when the water stings like fire. On my first attempt, I had to exit the bath after 30 seconds, hissing “ow, ow, ow!”

Meanwhile, an elderly lady, a seasoned pro, calmly soaked in the water nearby, giggling as she watched me jump in and out.

But this water works wonders: it cleanses, improves skin ailments and eases nerve and joint pain.

Picture a hot spring where the surface hardens overnight into a crust, almost like caramel on a crème brûlée.

That’s what awaits visitors to Hanayama Onsen in Wakayama prefecture every morning.

The water is rich in iron, giving it a deep and muddy reddish color. Its high mineral content— especially calcium and sulfates — causes this thin layer to harden overnight as the water evaporates.

Only those who arrive at the onsen first thing in the morning get the chance to break through this delicate layer and enter. With this in mind, I woke up at 5 a.m. and waited for the bath to open. Then, I had to race against another woman who was already waiting.

We agreed to enjoy it together, cracking the crust with our fingertips, then gently breaking it with our palms, before finally stepping in. As we went through the same careful ritual — very Japanese, in a way — we couldn’t stop giggling, the thin crust cracking into little clumps that twirled and melted into the brown water.

This spring, rich in iron, calcium and magnesium, is known for promoting blood circulation, relieving fatigue, improving cold sensitivity and aiding chronic skin conditions.

How about a soak in sparkling water? At Shichirida Onsen, in Oita prefecture, naturally carbonated water flows into the baths.

The concentration of carbon dioxide is so high that, without proper ventilation, you could faint. Thankfully, the facility has large exhaust fans, and all the windows are kept open.

The tiny bubbles pop right next to your ears, tickling your cheeks, creating a playful, fizzing symphony. The moment you step in, bubbles cling to every pore as your entire body is literally wrapped in countless tiny beads of carbonated water.

Even though the water is on the cooler side, I could feel my body gradually warming from within. This carbonated spring is said to promote blood circulation and metabolism, relieve fatigue, and help with cold sensitivity —truly a full-body refresh from the inside out.

The Japanese see hot springs as gifts from the Earth, and it’s an essential experience all foreigners should try.

Just make sure you read the signs, read the air, and please, I beg of you, leave before the cleaner comes screaming for my help.

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this is a collaborative post: concepts and words by jeaux carroll and josh martinez.


(josh) It's Saturday morning. I'm heating up tortillas on the comal I've carried with me for years. I hear the sound of fat from the tortilla sizzling against the hot cast iron surface. As the fat renders it heats the moisture between layers in the dough. The tortilla begins to puff in places as the space between those layers fills with steam. Rings of char begin to form on the outer layer where it makes the most contact with the pan. Wafts of steam rise as the smell of warm tortillas fills the house. 

I handle each disc with a deftness that comes from years of practice. My hands have cooked thousands of tortillas on this comal or one just like it. The practice is all muscle memory by now but still takes some focus. My fingers slide, pinch, and flip each tortilla ripe with a heat that scalds but no longer burns.

friction as time

What is friction? To some, it means unplanned interruptions or breaks in a routine that slow down a day. Friction could mean interactions with other people, such as a neighbor, barista, or cashier. Imagine standing at the register when you fumble for your debit card. In that small moment, you might remember an item you forgot to buy. You might process the total and think about how much you have left in the account before rent is due. You might realize that you left your card in your other bag. Or you can skip all that, retrieve your phone from its pocket, and tap to pay. Simple, frictioness, forgettable, easy. 

A minute wasted in line is a minute we could be spending on whatever it is we should be doing instead. Companies today hate friction. Friction is a scourge on a business' profit margins. It's an unwanted delay in an already hectic schedule. It's a process we can optimize to save a fraction of a second. Most of us are grateful for conveniences that keep our busy lives afloat. We order takeout when we're too tired to cook. We video chat with friends on the other side of the country. We (jeaux and josh) wrote this essay with digital conveniences that we can't ignore. Zoom calls reduced the friction that clay tablets or even mailed letters would have had on our essay. 

There are many reasons why we make these conveniences a feature in our lives. But like any panacea, we can’t apply it everywhere and not expect it to have consequences. In a world hell-bent on rushing, friction gives us time to slow down before we crash. 

(jeaux) During high school I was very resistant to friction. I found little value in homework or attending classes just because people expected me to. Teachers had expectations and I was hell bent to subvert them. This is how I ended high school with a 2.1 GPA. 

Fast forward 8 years, and I found myself wanting to learn again. My previous experience with learning convinced me that I would fail. I decided to take the chance anyways and engage with learning through the lens of curiosity. This is how I landed in a beginners French class with my instructor Lucile. Lucile welcomed us into French through the lens of curiosity. It wasn’t just grammar and vocab sheets, rules and regulations, it was real conversations. We would talk about what we were watching on TV or things we had done throughout the week that we liked. This second language became a playground of experimentation where we could make mistakes. As a class, we played together to understand our new language.

Lucile was patient and kind. She would always stress the importance of embracing not knowing. Lucile helped me find comfort in being bad at something with a group of friends who were also terrible at the new language. She transformed the humiliation ritual of being uninformed into a celebration of curiosity. It became a journey we were going on together.  During a one-on-one, she asked me to explain my opinions on flying cars. It wasn’t because I needed to know the words, but because it was fun exercise to put together creatively bad sentences. Through these exercises in nonsense, I began to find ways to welcome the whimsey. French transformed from just a language to an experience in my everyday life. 

why is friction beneficial?

Learning is one of these necessary frictions we find ourselves in. Whether it’s math, science or language—we all have to go through a process of friction to get to a place of knowing. These moments can often be annoying, tedious, and a place of struggle. Like with many things in life, we transform friction when we acknowledge it and take control.

People engage in these small frictions all the time to make life a more enjoyable experience. Some people take ten minutes to make a pour-over coffee that’s just to their liking. Others will go out of their way to a specialty store to get a specific ingredient for their favorite dish. People sitting in traffic may take the time to call a loved one or rock out to their favorite music. In these small moments we take control of friction and acknowledge the value it adds to our life.

One transformative thing about friction is that it helps us invite others in. Together, we can learn something new or connect over shared experiences. What might happen when we invite a friend to go grocery shopping with us? As we walk up and down the aisles we may see items we both like, or we reach for things the other has never noticed. We may learn of new foods, recipes we want to try, and the likes or dislikes of our friends. Grocery shopping can take longer when we rely on another person, but doing so can deepen our bonds. By inviting people into friction, we engage with it as a place for curiosity. This helps us learn more about ourselves, our preferences, and what we have in common.


(josh) I pick jeaux up from the airport for a weekend visit to Seattle. We've been friends online for years but have never met in person. I planned to take them on an errand to the nursery that takes care of my bonsai when I'm out of town. The air is cool as the sun peeks through a sky full of clouds. I drive them to a coffee shop I know about in White Center, one of my favorite neighborhoods in the Seattle area. We talk about the unique coffee flavors the shop offers. They have cardamom syrup! That’s so cool. We chat and get to know each other, filling in details we hadn’t shared before. Drinks complete, I drive us to a nearby ATM to get cash for the nursery. It's at the bank that my car's battery dies. 

(jeaux) It becomes obvious what the issue is when josh tries to start the car. A call to AAA confirms it will take at least an hour to get help. We debate what to do for a moment and decide to explore White Center on foot while we wait. Seeing the neighborhood on foot changes our relationship with it as we walk. We notice a giant orange mural adorned with dark blue flowers on the side of josh’s favorite Salvadorean restaurant. We pass by a neighborhood bar covered in beige siding. After coming from Colorado in one of the driest winters it’s ever seen, I obsess over how lush and green everything is here. And finally, we stumble upon an auto store and decide to find out if they can jump the car.

Inside we’re met by a store manager who is full of life and energy. She talks us through all the different options for getting the car started. We see all the marvels that a modern auto store can contain! It’s striking how much the people here want to help us to get back on our journey. We share laughs over the misery of car troubles and learn about people we’ve never met in our life. In the end, we leave the store with a portable car jumper and the decision to go to Costco for our new battery.

Back on the road, I can’t help but joke about how I’ve always wanted to see what an auto store in Washington looked like. As we approach the sprawling tan structure that is a Costco warehouse, josh joins in asking if this Costco is different from the ones in Colorado. Shockingly, they are! We park and waltz in to get ourselves the new battery. With it procured, we open the hood and get started. As we work together to change the battery, I can’t help but notice how nice it is to be laughing over a stressful situation.

(josh) With a fresh battery installed, we resume our original journey. We leave the city and drive into the suburbs of Seattle. It takes three highways of different sizes and configurations to get there. We pause at traffic lights and sit in traffic that moves like a lazy river. But with all the morning's activity behind us, the drive is a kind of relief. Pulling into the nursery parking lot is like arriving at a cool oasis. We greet the owners and they invite us to tour their space. Atop every surface is a bonsai, whether decades old or a sapling just starting out. The low rumble of cars and trucks outside feels far away. We walk down every aisle of the greenhouse, admiring each tree in its small ornate pot. We ogle the massive trees in miniature marked 'not for sale.' Soon enough, we thank the owners and begin the return trip.

I remind myself of something I learned as a young traveler. A trip is more memorable when something small goes wrong. If we had taken the easy route, we would've had less to talk about. No time to fill. Less to laugh about and bond over. It wouldn't have been the same morning at all, would it?

friction is a choice

What do we lose when we glide through life? What's at the destination that's so worth rushing to? Choosing friction is an opportunity to customize the experiences we have. Instead of grumbling through friction, what if we enjoyed—or even savored—it? When we accept that it's a part of life, we can discern the frictions that add meaning or richness to it.

Most people don't have the luxury of embracing every friction. Convenience might be what gets the family fed before bedtime. A virtual option for a meeting might be the only way someone could attend. But opening our lives to some friction isn't about making those lives harder. Instead, it's a way of bringing intention into a day that might breeze by without it.

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so what you’re gonna do is you’re gonna trim the top off a bulb of garlic, using the knife’s edge to take off the tip of every individual clove, that’s important. you’re gonna place the garlic face-up in a square of tinfoil, drizzle with olive oil, wrap completely in foil, place in baking tray, repeat with a copious amount of garlic bulbs. you’re gonna put that baking tray in an oven set to 375-400°F, for 30-50 minutes, until soft and browned. you’re gonna toast some good bread, slather generously with butter and honey, maybe a tiny lil bit o’ salt. and then. you’re gonna SQUEEZE. OUT. THAT. ROASTED GARLIC. onto the butter honey toast. and you’re gonna eat it. food stolen directly from the plate of the gods. that’s what you’re gonna do.

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It occurs to me that “1920s gangster doing a cooking show while holding you at gunpoint” is an untapped market.

We’ve had normal cooking shows. Now we need period piece cooking shows in character.

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Beth Mathews on the history of vacuum-formed signage in L.A.

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I saw these all over the valley when I was a kid in the ’80s, but never knew the process behind their distinctive look

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The screwworms are here, as we predicted they would be. More than half a century after the parasitic pest was declared eradicated, the insects have escaped containment in South America and made it all the way to Texas, where they have not been seen since 1966. There are now five cases of the flesh-eating parasite in the United States, all confirmed in under a week. The first two were in calves in Zavala County, followed soon after by a calf in La Salle County; a goat in Gillespie County; and a dog that lives in Lea County, N.M., but recently traveled through Texas. These five cases are alarming but expected, as Secretary of Agriculture Brooke Rollins tweeted. On this fact, Rollins is correct.

But expected is different from inevitable. The screwworm's arrival was expected because over the past few years the insects have been wriggling toward our border with Mexico, somehow surging past the boundary of Panama's Darién Gap. This boundary was enforced by the Sterile Insect Technique, in which hordes of engineered and irradiated sterile males kept the flies at bay. Rollins blamed the screwworm's reappearance on "the open-border policies of the last administration," which is incorrect and obviously racist. There is no evidence that human migration has helped the screwworm's sprawl. If there is blame to assign, it should be directed at the Trump administration, which helped pave the screwworm's path up north. The DOGE cuts in the spring of 2025 terminated USAID funding for a program that monitored and contained the screwworm in Central America and USDA funding that supported screwworm outbreak investigations and responses in 22 countries. After Joe Biden closed southern ports of entry to live cattle from Mexico to box out the screwworm in 2024, Donald Trump reopened those ports in February 2025. (The ports were closed again later that May.)

The New World screwworm is a maggot, specifically the larvae of a parasitic blowfly that feeds on warm-blooded animals. But while most maggots feed on dead flesh, the screwworm only feeds on fresh wounds. So while other flies are content with carcasses, dung, and things of that nature, screwworms often seek out broken skin on living animals. But they'll also, horribly, lay their eggs on mucous membranes, including eyes, lips, or even an anus or vagina. Females lay their eggs inside the open flesh, eggs that hatch into larvae that gnaw and burrow into their host's skin.



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I Don't Know If We Need All These Remakes, Guys

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I Don't Know If We Need All These Remakes, Guys

After what feels like years of expectation, Nintendo finally announced an Ocarina of Time remake on Tuesday. I can see why it's big news: It is an all-time classic, many people's pick for the greatest video game of all time.

The original, first released back in 1998, is a game that despite its accolades also had its quirks, ranging from its famous water temple to its N64-based control scheme. In the words of my 13 year-old son, it also "looks like shit". So I can see, on the distant horizon, the arguments for why this remake is happening. That it'll allow a whole new generation to experience the game, or maybe that it'll let us all experience the Ocarina story the way its creators originally intended.

Which is fine, but also, I am growing tired of all these big, expensive remakes. On a conceptual, strategic level, I think the AAA (and AA!) end of the industry's growing obsession with them sucks. Video games are a miracle, the product of dozens or hundreds or even thousands of people working together, often at their limits, for years at a time, all working to turn an idea (or even a dream!) into something people can play.

The process by which that is achieved involves nothing but compromise. Allowances need to be made for the team, its size, their skills, their experience and their health. The amount of money the developers have at their disposal makes a huge impact. They're only given a certain amount of time. There are technical restrictions (memory, speed) imposed by the target platforms, and the layout of the controllers that will be used need to be considered. A video game's design needs to thread its way through all those factors, and more, before it comes close to getting in the hands of players.

So every game you've ever played and grown to love, including Ocarina of Time, is simply a product of its time, and a reflection of the limitations placed on its creators. That, as much as any napkin sketches or all-hands meetings, is what defines the game. Its size, its scope, how many characters there are, what they look like, what everything sounds like–it's all a result of compromise and limits.

Ocarina of Time is a Nintendo 64 game. They are inseparable, and they define each other. I have zero interest in playing the game outside of that context! To remake the game for the Switch 2 is to bring it somewhere it was not made for, and somewhere that already has newer, different Zelda games that define their own era, games that have built upon and diverged from that decades-old formula and found huge success of their own.

Of course big publishers like Nintendo don't give a shit about any of that. That stuff is a worry for people who write blogs for a living, not anyone who counts money. What Nintendo is thinking here is how effective the continued weaponisation of an ageing player base's nostalgia is, and how remaking Ocarina must be one of the surest bets this company has ever made.

I Don't Know If We Need All These Remakes, Guys

Fans love the old shit! The good old days, the classics, the games for consoles that just played games, from those times where you weren't facing climate disaster and the rise of fascism and global job insecurity and a looming economic meltdown. What could sound more enticing to an adult Nintendo fan than the chance to play Ocarina of Time one more time (or one more time, if they played the now-15-year-old DS remake), only now with better graphics and a different menu?

I don't want to make it sound like I'm picking on Nintendo specifically here. This game is just at the front of my mind because it was both announced this week and is such a big deal for people. Nintendo are far from alone; loads of publishers are doing this, and have been doing it for years now, though it does feel like the pace of bringing the old stuff back has started to quicken. Case in point: this list of "new" games announced recently:

I Don't Know If We Need All These Remakes, Guys

The lack of imagination and creative risk-taking here is simply staggering. We are being served reheated classics faster than anyone could ever stand to consume them. Consider this about every game announced above: Imagine that every cent and person and hour spent on these remakes could have been spent on telling new stories or creating new experiences. Instead, the tacit admission behind this craze is that there are holes in the release schedule that must be filled, and this is the cheapest and easiest way to fill them.

New games are expensive and risky! Old games with established Metacritic scores, Edge 10/10s and rabid fanbases are just sitting there, waiting to be remade and resold to millions of people all over again. As this excellent Inner Spiral blog elaborates:

 It is much safer to sell a game to an audience that already loves it than it is to try and convince a new audience to fall in love with something they've never seen before. The publishers leverage the emotional connection you formed when you were 10, effectively weaponizing your own fondness for the past to guarantee their quarterly earnings. They are not selling you a game; they are selling you the safety of a known quantity, packaged in a prettier bow so it feels new enough to justify that 80 dollar price tag.

I find it especially frustrating when you look at that list of games above and realise that, even if you did think that games periodically require a fresh coat of paint (I don't), so many of them don't need a single piece of work done. Black Flag still looks great in 2026. Persona 4 remains perfect. The Wolf Among Us looks as wonderful as it did on the day it was released. And Halo has already been remade once already!

Because this is a subject where I don't think anyone can be truly wrong, by now you may be itching to hit the comment button and come at me with counter-points and exceptions to the rule, so let me try to head you off at the pass and anticipate some sample questions.

"But I never played this!"

Well, I think you should play it as it was originally intended, because that was the game. If you can buy a direct port of a classic game, do that. If you can't, well…

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I Don't Know If We Need All These Remakes, Guys

"I loved this game, I want to play it again!"

You may see a lot of 45-year-olds say this over the next few months, and if you do--or if you're one of them!--consider that as well-reviewed Ocarina of Time was at the time, as many 2000s GOTY lists it topped and as misty-eyed as you may remember it, you were also younger and more carefree then, and it was the bees knees because it came out in 1998. Those bees' knees are now as creaky as your own.

"What about remasters?"

I find pretty much every remake a waste, but remasters I think need to be assessed on more of a curve. Because I am both practical and imperfect, I can see plenty of scenarios--like an emulator or backwards-compatible console simply making some polygons look shinier--where it's mostly fine. I can watch Ben Hur on Blu-Ray; it's not the same as watching it on a shitty old cinema screen, but it's close enough. A remake, where an entire game is rebuilt from the ground up, is an entirely different proposition.

"What about stuff like Octopath Traveler 0?"

Look, that's a very weird outlier, please don't try to trip me up with niche cases, you're on your own there.

"Shut up man, I love remakes and I'm gonna buy this instantly."

Well, good for you! I'm a games critic, I write about this stuff in order to make a personal case and share some thoughts. You don't have to listen to me, do what you want, you're an adult!

Look, I'm not trying to force anyone to abandon your enthusiasm for remakes and remasters if you are genuinely excited to play altered versions of games you've already enjoyed, or if it's the first time you're getting to experience a title you've heard is good but has been difficult/impossible to play previously.

But maybe next time you do sit down with an expensive remake of an existing game, consider just why you're getting it and so many more of them, and what it says about the video game industry that some of its biggest announcements for today are for the games of yesterday.

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"The lack of imagination and creative risk-taking here is simply staggering. We are being served reheated classics faster than anyone could ever stand to consume them. Consider this about every game announced above: Imagine that every cent and person and hour spent on these remakes could have been spent on telling new stories or creating new experiences. Instead, the tacit admission behind this craze is that there are holes in the release schedule that must be filled, and this is the cheapest and easiest way to fill them."
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