At the end of February for the last 5 years I’ve had the pleasure of going to not one, but two kindergarten dance festivals.
I even get VIP seating at one of them … while I just lurk around at the back of the gym at the other one.
At one, I get 30 or 40 kids sitting in the crowd calling my name … and I do my famous “walking down imaginary stairs” move … and sometimes “going down an imaginary elevator” move. I haven’t pulled out “rowing in an imaginary canoe” trick yet … maybe next year.
At the other, I just lurk … and get the occasional nod … or low flying punch of recognition from kids who see me. This year one kid crawled through my legs without me knowing until the last second.
At one, half the parents wonder who the hell I am … at the other they wonder who the hell I am.
At both, parents keep looking around for a half Japanese kind of kid on stage.
At both, the parents seem to be getting younger.
At both, the kids seem to stay about the same age.
At both, I enjoy a couple of hours of kids in costumes on stage for the first or second or third time of their lives dancing their hearts out to a biased audience … with extensive video equipment.
“Rocky” in Japanese just means the boxer guy in all those movies.
note: words are only meaningful if you know what they mean, otherwise they are just panhandlers holding out their hands to people with their eyes shut.
double note: I was going to say “blind person“, but thought that might not be political correct. I don’t even call that “can’t see spot” in a car while driving a “blindspot” anymore. I must be a political activist now!
triple note: why are Chinese characters cool tattoo material, but Hebrew characters, Russian character, Korean character, … … not so popular?
quadruple note: I had to do a “… …” in that last note, sorry.
Today someone said “Cheese Hamburger“. I’m sure that was pretty common back in … before I was born! (I’m glad I was born when I was, otherwise I’d probably sound weird.)
The Numata Matsuri has come and gone for another year.
It arrived too slowly and departed too quickly: like the slug that turns into a race car … that I saw somewhere … or another.
When I think about the Numata Matsuri, all 5 senses are involved.
My 6th sense, about not drinking a lot of beer, isn’t involved so much at all.
Sight: seeing this many people doing cool stuff because they want to blows my mind.
Hearing: “The Tengu Drummers” hold everything in the Matsuri together. This year I’ve finally realized that “The Tengu Drummers” are the straw that stirs the drink: without them … it just doesn’t gel.
Taste: “Kebabman” is my favourite food stall player. (I don’t see too many Kebabs during the rest of the year sadly)
Touch: the feel of room temperature cork as I load it into my air rifle for the kill shot. (actually I’m banned from doing this because of me poking all the stuff over by just using the gun barrel last year) I don’t have any pictures of me sweating and drinking cold beer … so this had to do.
Smell: the smell of another Numata Matsuri next year … and kebabs … and hot sweaty weather … and everything attached to the Numata Matsuri!
note: I have P.M.S. … Post Matsuri Syndrome.
double note: 362 days of anticipation to follow
… crap! Next year is a leap year!
triple note: apologies for not visiting your blogs … I’ll be back lookey looing soon.
Today I’ve realized that I am a “homer” … just not from where I grew up though.
note: there were about 40 different “costume play” people at one of the places Mr. Pettit gigs at … wearing all sorts of anime costumes … but these 2 were the nicest out of all of them. We interrupted them as they were eating their lunch and they happily set down their riceballs, took a quick check in their mirrors, and produced their wands for the photo.
Today smelled like summer … but I caught a whiff of January on me.
I’ve been on a Gunma Holiday for the last 5 days: visiting places in Nagano-Prefecture, Tochigi-Prefecture, and Niigata Prefecture.
A Gunma holiday is more involved than other places … or involves more other places … for some reason.
note: Gunma is pretty big! … you have to drive through it on the way to where you are going quite often from here.
“The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.” Don Williams, Jr.
… “Gunma: it’s a journey.” planetross
triple note: apologies for not responding to comments. It was a split-second decision to actually go somewhere: I thought about it for a second, then I split.
quadruple note: the poster in the picture was created to make Gunma look more cool as a tourist destination. A person doesn’t have to live in Japan for too long before they understand that Audrey Hepburnis/was/will always be the best foreign actress ever … and “Roman Holiday” the best movie.
Today is the last day of holidays before going back to work for a day … then it’s the weekend! woo hoo!
Just a quick update to say that things here are still quite normal.
The gasoline stations are being supplied with gas a little more regularly than 4 or 5 days ago, but there are still long line-ups/queues for it.
I can walk most places I really need to go, so I’ll probably have forgotten how to drive and will be in better shape in another couple weeks.
There were donation boxes at many stores the day after the earthquake and tsunami, but I noticed that people were collecting money for the aid effort outside of supermarkets today. A bit of public guilt seems to loosen up people’s pocket books a bit … especially when they are carting groceries to their cars.
The crisis at the nuclear reactors is definitely worrying, but I’m actually more concerned about the hundreds of thousand of people who are spending day after day in evacuation centres up north in less than ideal circumstances.
The Government is making plans to relocate many of them to facilities in unaffected areas further south.
I will be glad to get back to work on Monday as just sitting around isn’t very good really.
note: “Stress” is my middle name, … but “No” is my first name, so I’m okay.
double note: apologies to S. Le and others for not captioning the picture on “An Another Update“. If I had a mind, I’d say it slipped it.
Today I realized that I see more people I know when I walk places.
Things here are about the same as they were a few days ago.
On the walk to the gym this morning I noticed a few businesses closed, but most were open.
I went into a convenience store and bought a sandwich: there were normal supplies.
I went to the gym: it was normal.
I got a haircut: maybe it was a “panic haircut”~!
I stopped by work to tell them I would be at work next week: it was normal.
I went to a grocery store: it was normal.
Everything is still normal … just an underlying note of stress and concern in most people I’ve met.
note: it’s hard to see charity boxes without shoving money in them.
double note: I’m a bit stressed, but hopefully I will lose a lot of weight in the process. I’m looking for a lose/win situation.