This is an edition of the newsletter Pulling Weeds With Chris Black, in which the columnist weighs in on hot topics in culture. Sign up here to get it in your inbox every Thursday. I can’t believe that I had never visited Tokyo. I had sort of put it off, waiting for a good reason to make the 15-hour journey from NYC. If you care about virtually anything— American vintage clothing, limited edition candy, watches, books, anime, coffee, or simply quiet, orderly living with excellent public transportation—it is billed to you as the motherland. The holy grail where you can find whatever your consumerist heart desires. The US dollar is strong, the yen is weak, and Auralee, Comoli, and A.Presse are cheap. Many of my friends and colleagues visit a few times a year; they have to purchase an extra suitcase while there to accommodate their massive hauls. I boarded my flight with no plan. I didn’t ask any friends or locals for their Google map populated with hundreds of tiny dots that would lead …