Earth Day Taiko Groupie?
Apr. 18th, 2009 04:49 pmThe ever lovely and talented ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
karisu_sama and Emeryville Taiko were set to perform over at Temescal Creek Park this afternoon, so I thought, "That's close, I should go."
There I was, rolling up San Pablo into Emeryville. Just short of 40th Street, my guts - who had quietly accepted a bowl of Quaker Raisin Date & Walnut oatmeal a couple of hours earlier - let me know in no uncertain terms that something was Not Right With The World. (I don't think it's anything I ate last night, more like the aftermath of a stupidly stressful week combined with a hearty bowl of fibrous goodness.) I spied a KFC on the left, found a place to make a U-Turn and made it to the restroom inside in time. Then I came out and purchased a bottle of water on basic general principle. As you do.
karisu_sama (looking happy and badass, above left). And there's video, currently uploading slooooooooowly to Youtube, of the last few minutes of "Dokoi Sho." (I'll stick the link up when it gets over its slow self - and email the dojo with the links as well so folks there can enjoy.)
So, since I was in E'ville, I figured I'd hit the Borders and maybe get lunch at the Public Market food court. The current economic situation has emasculated this cavernous retail space. Lots of stuff was in bins for clearance and there was a whole corner of the store full of empty racks roped off with caution tape. I picked up a fistful of paperbacks: Lindqvist's Let The Right One In (in translation from the Swedish), amused by the staff pick note that "This is what Twilight ought to be. Note: not for children!" I also availed myself of the "Buy 1 get 1 half price" table with Matthew Pearl's The Poe Shadow and Ariana Franklin's Mistress of the Art of Death. (I'd liked Pearl's The Dante Club and the Franklin passed my random paragraph test.) I went to check out. I was behind a harried Hispanic daddy with two boys, one of whom kept fiddling around with the various Occasions of Sin deliberately arranged near the cash registers so people will be tempted to buy them. When I paid for my purchase, the woman behind the counter handed me a piece of register tape with a 30% off next purchase coupon on it. It had belonged to Harried Hispanic Dad and he'd forgotten it while wrangling children. I have been assured I can use it at any Borders until the expiration date.
(Never did get lunch though. Just didn't feel like it. )
karisu_sama and Emeryville Taiko were set to perform over at Temescal Creek Park this afternoon, so I thought, "That's close, I should go." There I was, rolling up San Pablo into Emeryville. Just short of 40th Street, my guts - who had quietly accepted a bowl of Quaker Raisin Date & Walnut oatmeal a couple of hours earlier - let me know in no uncertain terms that something was Not Right With The World. (I don't think it's anything I ate last night, more like the aftermath of a stupidly stressful week combined with a hearty bowl of fibrous goodness.) I spied a KFC on the left, found a place to make a U-Turn and made it to the restroom inside in time. Then I came out and purchased a bottle of water on basic general principle. As you do.
I found the park, which is a postage-stamp patch of green tucked between blocks of houses and found a parking spot on one of the side streets. Evidently Earth Day in Emeryville is all about how much noise pollution you can generate in a two block radius. As I approached, I could barely make out the opening measures of the taiko performance over the blaring sound system of a local hiphop/R&B radio station and the vrooming gas powered generators needed for the food concession and bounce house.
karisu_sama (looking happy and badass, above left). And there's video, currently uploading slooooooooowly to Youtube, of the last few minutes of "Dokoi Sho." (I'll stick the link up when it gets over its slow self - and email the dojo with the links as well so folks there can enjoy.) So, since I was in E'ville, I figured I'd hit the Borders and maybe get lunch at the Public Market food court. The current economic situation has emasculated this cavernous retail space. Lots of stuff was in bins for clearance and there was a whole corner of the store full of empty racks roped off with caution tape. I picked up a fistful of paperbacks: Lindqvist's Let The Right One In (in translation from the Swedish), amused by the staff pick note that "This is what Twilight ought to be. Note: not for children!" I also availed myself of the "Buy 1 get 1 half price" table with Matthew Pearl's The Poe Shadow and Ariana Franklin's Mistress of the Art of Death. (I'd liked Pearl's The Dante Club and the Franklin passed my random paragraph test.) I went to check out. I was behind a harried Hispanic daddy with two boys, one of whom kept fiddling around with the various Occasions of Sin deliberately arranged near the cash registers so people will be tempted to buy them. When I paid for my purchase, the woman behind the counter handed me a piece of register tape with a 30% off next purchase coupon on it. It had belonged to Harried Hispanic Dad and he'd forgotten it while wrangling children. I have been assured I can use it at any Borders until the expiration date.
(Never did get lunch though. Just didn't feel like it. )
