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I’m Not A Brown-Noser, I’m A Red-Noser

 

The nice thing about kindergarten is that everyone can be Rudolph.

When kids grow up there seem to be more Dashers and Dancers and Prancers and Vixens and Comets and Cupids and Donners and Blitzens than Rudolphs.

 

note: I used to be a Rudolph, but now I’m a Santa.

double note: the Peruvian Santa on the left wanted to say “He he he!“, but us other Santas explained that it was “Ho ho ho!” in all the languages we knew.

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Today #314

Today I started to dethaw the rock hard frozen turkey I plan on partially eating on Christmas, … other people have planned to partially eat it too! If it was up to me, I’d impartially eat it all by myself: turkey is that good.

Colour

 

If all people started out as one of the three primary colours, eventually everyone would be the colour of what I used to mix up in kindergarten.

I always thought that was a good colour.

 

note: I’m sure there would be some hardliner blues, yellows, and reds that never mixed … but that’s a secondary issue … or maybe a primary issue.

double note: I bet pink boys would curse their red and albino parents.

triple note: aliens were probably disappointed that people weren’t bright colours when colour television was invented … I know I was … especially about referee jerseys.  hee hee!

quadruple note: I’m colour deaf … I can’t hear any of them!

quintuple note:Why so blue?” 
                                      “It’s hereditary.

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Today #201

I went to a “Happened” today … it was like a “Happening“, but I arrived late.

Another Of The Big Three!

It was the best of times, it was the end of Februaryist of times.

One of “The Big Three” on my calendar has come and passed again … like gas … or wind … or farts. It’s also past … or over … or not happening again for another year.

Dance Recital Madness 2011 was a lot like last year and the year before but with different kids … or the same kids, but a year or two older … and with different costumes.

One kindergarten went with a colour theme: all the major colours were represented. Teal was overlooked.

The other kindergarten’s dancers’ costumes were colourful too, but they didn’t represent anything I guess.

For a week or two afterwards I say things like:

– “You were a super Super Ninja Shadow!”
– “I liked the Frog Dancers … a lot!”
– “Hey! Cowboy!”
(enthusiastic imaginary pistol shooting mannerisms accompany this response)
– “You were the best raindrop out of the bunch.”
– “I really thought you were a Mexican!”
– “Next year I’m sure you will get to be a dinosaur.”
– “Nice cartwheel!”
– “I was a tomato when I was your age too!”

I wish I was 4 years old again: I’m sure I’d be the best raindrop.

 

note: the past “Big Three” are here:

Numata Matsuri 2008 / Numata Matsuri 2009

Kinder Olympics / When Was The Last Time?

Dance Recital Madness / Dance Recital Madness: Day 2

double note: I didn’t miss last year’s “Big Three“, I just took worse photos than this year’s … and thought I’d give it a break for a year.

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Today #143

Today I dropped the thermometer, but it didn’t get any colder for some reason.

Educational Crap

 

In the entrance to one of the kindergartens I visit are educational posters about: body parts, healthy food, litter, crossing roads, …

The above poster was up for a few weeks before it was replaced with something else.

Can you guess what it’s about?

How about now?

 

I don’t make this stuff up! … I just record the evidence.

 

note: I only make stuff up when there is no evidence … or when I feel like it.

double note: Yes I’m toilet humormongering again, … but this is educational!

triple note: I think there are more than 3 types … but that’s just me. I could be wrong: I usually am.

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notes to myself #77

You will never retrieve that penny you swallowed.

Dance Recital Madness: Day Two

After the big show on Saturday, I thought Sunday’s offering would prove anti-climactic.  I was wrong.

I collected my program at the entrance, bought a bottle of milk from a vendor, and entered the darkened auditorium.
The place was filled to the rafters with an expectant crowd: many of the women seemed to be expecting more kids soon too!

The hall was humming with excited chatter; while others in the audience just seemed to be humming for some reason.

I thought this must have been what it was like in The Cavern Club in Liverpool before The Beatles came on stage.

In this more intimate setting without seating, the  moshpit area was jammed with people full of excitement, anticipation, and extensive video equipment.

Whereas the Saturday show pandered to an older generation from a few generations ago, this one started with a …

David Bowie Medley/Montage/Re-envisionment …  retrospectively speaking.

ground control to Major Crybaby!

 Space Oddity.      Ground Control to Major Tomohito.

having a bad day in front of a lot of people

I guess one of the dancers didn’t like floating in his tin can far above the Earth. He seemed blue like planet Earth and there was nothing anyone could do … until they closed the curtain.

Sin... Bad Dancers

There was a bit of The Jean Genie next.  Poor little greenie.

too cute

I must have missed this Bowie reincarnation, but it was pretty good anyway.

possible Grease #5 dancers

Let’s Dance was next.  It had everyone swaying under the serious moonlight.

Blue Jeans

It finished up with Blue Jeans.  
They didn’t do any of that Tin Machine crap thankfully.

I was a bit disappointed nothing from the Hunky Dory album was done though.

It seemed to seamlessly stream in to a Japanese Pop Music driven section for a while.

future girl band

Girl band stuff.

 future boy band

 Boy band stuff.

The end of the program got really out of control with some sort of experimental, sci-fi, fantasy, conceptual, re-interpretationalistic routines.

The Go-Ongers!!!!!

 Boys in quasi- Power Ranger costumes doing what they usually do after a few chocolate bars: punch, kick, scream, and run around a lot.

camera shy

 And the finale were some camera shy kimono clad groovers doing something traditional in an attempt to cool down the crowd so they could possibly drive home sensibly and not forget to leave their empty milk bottles with the vendor on the way out.

Overall the performances were very strong, like sniffing a bleach bottle; hard driving, like a tricycle on a muddy day; and edgy like 1,000 origami cranes.

The performers left it all on the stage … along with a few pompoms and assorted hats.
The 4 to 6 years old kids made their statement:

This is me. This is real. This is what I am: love it or hate it … you can’t stop it.   Now I am spent and need help getting out of my costume … and I may need a nap too.” 

 

The Beatles

Hey! I knew The Beatles would show up in some form or another.

 

 

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Dance Recital Madness

There are a lot of big festivals in the world: Carnival, Oktoberfest, Burning Man. The list goes on and on …

and somewhere in the middle of that list is the …

“Numata Kindergarten Dance Festival”.

This is the first of the BIG 3 Events on my calendar: the others being the Numata Matsuri  and Kinder-Olympics.    My calendar isn’t very big I guess.

I was lucky enough to get free tickets to not one, but two venues this year.

I hear all of you pulling your hair and screaming “No Way!” and “Some people have all the luck!” … and all I have to say is, “Yes Way!!!” and “Yes, I’m usually this lucky on a regular basis!!!” … and yes I usually reply to statements with more exclamation marks than the statement maker used.

It was a 2 day non-stop, full-on, dawn to dusk/dusk to dawn, spectacular, extravaganza that lasted for about 2 hours on Saturday afternoon and 1 hour and 45 minutes on Sunday morning.

The first venue was at the city’s Culture Center. I don’t know who figured out where the center of culture in this city is, but I think it should be a lot closer to my place.

 Bunkakaikan

I was a bit late, so the crazy crowds were already stacked and racked inside.

blurry but good

 If it was your first time at the big festival, you’d probably expect a lot of kimono wearing fan waving mumbo jumbo … and the dancers didn’t disappoint.

not blurry

They rocked the house with all their amazing hand and foot work. It was like yoga, but with a pulse!

umbrellas

 Next came the parasol toting kimono wearing group. There was a lot of twirling and intricate walking around done.

dog walking

Who let the dogs out? … and the parasols?

 Where's Mr. Bo Jangles?

Then there were incredible vaudevillians to entertain the crowd. I think the one on the left tried to do a cartwheel!!!

 I'm a little teapot variation #7

The “Egg Cap Kids” came on to liven up an already ecstatically frenzied crowd.

 red shoes

Just when you thought things couldn’t get more out of hand, “The Rockettes” showed up to show off their fancy dipping and side-to-side moves … while wearing red shoes and everything.

 more red shoes

All the dancers’ fluid movements were accompanied by music from the era before words were invented.
It was like poetry and music combined, but without any poetry stuff.
I guess the dancers were so great they made the songs speechless!

 possibly wigs

When everyone thought it was all over and were ready to take their video cameras and accost strangers on the street with video highlights, the “White Hair Shakers” came out.

And then it was all over and everyone left sweaty and in silence … probably because they’d been dancing in their seats and lost their voices from screaming so much … or were thinking about what to eat for dinner and why the heating in the hall was turned so high.

 

DAY 2 … tomorrow!

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When Was The Last Time?

I went to another “Kindergarten Sports Day” on Saturday.
Call it an occupational hazard; call it what you will, but it was fun.

I was cheering, encouraging, and laughing at/with all the little kids doing their best.

And then I started thinking about how I would fair, if I had to do what they were doing.
Sure it looks easy and comical from the sidelines with a “been there done that” attitude;

but … what if I had to go out and do that now? Could I do it? 

It definitely wouldn’t be fun.

I’d most likely be seriously uncoordinated and rhythmically challenged; or sweaty, breathing hard, and very embarrassed; or both. Probably both.

So … when was the last time you …  

did a bit of drumming and marching? 

 carried around a keyboard and made some great music?

 wore pompoms on your wrists and did intricate dance routines?

saw a guy with a gun and were semi-happy?

 did a bit of climbing with a crowd watching?

did some somersaulting?

or did some competitive crawling like you meant it?

I guess performers, military personnel, and athletes do this kind of stuff regularly; but why do most people stop doing these things?

Is it just a natural part of growing up? does it cease to be fun at some point? or is it something else?

I don’t have any answers; I’m just wondering.

 

note: the man with the starter’s pistol is actually a buddhist monk.

 

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Kinder-Olympics!

The once a year Kinder-Olympics happened last weekend. It had been a long wait for these athletes: some  had counted down from “5 or 6 sleeps to go” in their excitement. 

The Stadium filled up with spectators: parents, grandparents, siblings, and … that’s about it. Once positions were established, shoes removed, and picnic lunches spread out; it was time for the opening ceremony.

 

There were some concerns about the weather, but the performers were unfazed, didn’t care, or were too involved in getting this “left and right” mumbo jumbo figured out.

Choreographed to perfection, with several child wranglers in place and highly visible yellow chalk lines to follow, the opening ceremony went off flawlessly.

Let the games commence” rang out all around the grounds.

Several countries’ flags were in attendance. Even “Anpanmanlandia” was not left out; although the field of athletes were pretty much just little Japanese kids.

Anpanman himself showed up to applaud the athletes’ athleticism and to scare the smaller children.

There were running races.

And magical hats that changed colors in the middle of races.

Games involving pinwheels and finding your parents at the finish line. There were a few mix ups.

Team Weightlifting competitions.

 

Performers waiting for the “After the Opening Ceremony but Before the Closing Ceremony” ceremony.

Off-road tricycle racing.

A few near misses, but no casualties this year.

Throwing bean bags into a stationary basket competition.

And into a moving target.

Races involving monkey and kangaroo hats.

Relay races.

Exhibition Sport: Tricycle vs Unicycle Grudge Match. (the tricycle won)

Mugging for the camera competitor.  (eventual champion)

Hide and Seek competitor.  (eventual 4th place finisher)

Happy competitors: possibly an illegal band-aid on one kid’s knee. It will be brought up before the committee I’m sure.

Medals were awarded and accompanied by vigorous handshaking.

The “Pooh Dancers” were even included in the Closing Ceremony. Yeah! Pooh Dancers!!

And then the Kinder-Olympics closed for another year.

Don’t Weep“. They will be back again next year.

 

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Kindergarten

Wasn’t kindergarten great!

Finally out on your own and hanging out with other kids finally out on their own.

Lots of new things happening …..

Curriculum: coloring, singing, story-time, finger painting, and clay art. I made an ashtray! Don’t forget learning complicated dance routines which involved being physically and verbally pushed around by your teacher.

Equipment: lunchbox; crayons; paints, big brush, and painting smock. When was the last time you wore a painting smock? I bet you miss it. There was even playground equipment designed just for you too!

Field Trips: farms, zoos, aquariums, museums; bus, train, and best friend’s mom’s car for transport. Yes, part of the jet-set finally!

Special Stuff: puppet shows, yoyo exhibitions, and more birthday cake than you could shake a stick at. (if your motor skills were developed enough to shake sticks)

Productive Citizen: buddy system responsibilities, supplier of fridge art for your family, contributor to family dinner conversation – “Randy peed in his pants today.”, “Spot is good, but Clifford is gooder.”

Ahhh! To be 13 years old again!!

note: former fridge art.

 

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