Nisei Festival 2003
Aug. 16th, 2003 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgNo pictures - and the street dance is tomorrow. Jim works tomorrow. Much suckage.
And it was over 100.
And some bunch of dumbasses vandalized the The Go For Broke Monument last night - knocked over the planters of flowers and so forth and tossed the dirt around. I'll give their office a call Monday and see if they plan to take a clean up day and if they want some help.
Dumb fucking asses.
Cold soba noodles are the only thing for lunch when it was this hot. Just looking at a huge bowl of hot ramen crossed my eyes.
We began the day early with a phone call from the refinisher to come out and see the piano.
So we did. Driving like maniacs down the 91, up the 57 and over on Arrow Hwy, being reminded in the sternest of terms why we were happy to be living in Torrance. It was 40 degrees hotter. Everything was wilted, even the evergreen trees.
But the piano...my piano, the celebrity. Woodworkers from all over the area have been coming to this shop to praise my piano as if it were the second coming. Got a piece of oak furniture around anywhere? See that wood shot through with black grain? Maybe you can see a knothole - see how the grain swirls around it?
Think of a piano made with that wood - only it swirls like the stripes on a tiger. The whole piano is made from it, solid through and through.
And yes, she got pictures. I'll post whatever she got when I can get my hands on them. Before, during and after.
Then we go to Sis' house to fetch Feebass. The boy has been keeping two he caught for us - and we sat and visited for a good hour or so. Weirded me completely out. But in a good way.
Then we finally got on the road to Little Tokyo.
HOOOOOOOOT. I'm dumping water on myself to try to keep cool enough - and the water evaporates in minutes. We try to see as much as we can - we visit the Japanese-American Museum - and became members, we walked up and down that block, visiting the Buddhist center down the street (it's Pure Land, so it was a lot like visiting a catholic church - but they are very cool and the center is well-stocked with all kinds of good things for the head.) Stuck our heads in the hardware store, and visited the police substation and enjoyed a mutual bitch session about the vandalism at the memorial last night.
Visited Crooks Nippon - gotta love a place that guards its porn with a full-size Chi cutout with a sign that reads "You have to be over 18 and perv to come in here."
About that time, Jim gave it up - it was just too freaking hot. Went over the the Japanese American Cultural Center - and renewed our memberships, then went back to car and came home.
You know you're too hot when you jump into a cold bath and the water isn't cold five minutes after you get into it.
However, the breezes are cool here. Out in Upland, it was hot air, hot wind, hot hot hot.
Feeling much more human now. Got up early. Falling down now.
And it was over 100.
And some bunch of dumbasses vandalized the The Go For Broke Monument last night - knocked over the planters of flowers and so forth and tossed the dirt around. I'll give their office a call Monday and see if they plan to take a clean up day and if they want some help.
Dumb fucking asses.
Cold soba noodles are the only thing for lunch when it was this hot. Just looking at a huge bowl of hot ramen crossed my eyes.
We began the day early with a phone call from the refinisher to come out and see the piano.
So we did. Driving like maniacs down the 91, up the 57 and over on Arrow Hwy, being reminded in the sternest of terms why we were happy to be living in Torrance. It was 40 degrees hotter. Everything was wilted, even the evergreen trees.
But the piano...my piano, the celebrity. Woodworkers from all over the area have been coming to this shop to praise my piano as if it were the second coming. Got a piece of oak furniture around anywhere? See that wood shot through with black grain? Maybe you can see a knothole - see how the grain swirls around it?
Think of a piano made with that wood - only it swirls like the stripes on a tiger. The whole piano is made from it, solid through and through.
And yes, she got pictures. I'll post whatever she got when I can get my hands on them. Before, during and after.
Then we go to Sis' house to fetch Feebass. The boy has been keeping two he caught for us - and we sat and visited for a good hour or so. Weirded me completely out. But in a good way.
Then we finally got on the road to Little Tokyo.
HOOOOOOOOT. I'm dumping water on myself to try to keep cool enough - and the water evaporates in minutes. We try to see as much as we can - we visit the Japanese-American Museum - and became members, we walked up and down that block, visiting the Buddhist center down the street (it's Pure Land, so it was a lot like visiting a catholic church - but they are very cool and the center is well-stocked with all kinds of good things for the head.) Stuck our heads in the hardware store, and visited the police substation and enjoyed a mutual bitch session about the vandalism at the memorial last night.
Visited Crooks Nippon - gotta love a place that guards its porn with a full-size Chi cutout with a sign that reads "You have to be over 18 and perv to come in here."
About that time, Jim gave it up - it was just too freaking hot. Went over the the Japanese American Cultural Center - and renewed our memberships, then went back to car and came home.
You know you're too hot when you jump into a cold bath and the water isn't cold five minutes after you get into it.
However, the breezes are cool here. Out in Upland, it was hot air, hot wind, hot hot hot.
Feeling much more human now. Got up early. Falling down now.
