San Jose Taiko Rhythm Spirit 2009 Concert

Concerts are fun -- here's one:

San Jose Taiko is presenting their annual RHYTHM SPIRIT Concerts on September 11 & 12. If you live in the Bay Area this is your ONLY chance to see their theatre production which is amazing. Check out theYouTube video on this page and then tell some friends/family about the show (after you buy your own tickets of course). http://www.taiko.org

Friday, September 11 - 8:00PM
Saturday, September 12 - 2:00PM
Saturday, September 12 - 8:00PM

Campbell Heritage Theatre
1 West Campbell Ave.
Campbell, CA

Tickets: (all tickets are reserved seating)
$20 Students/Seniors
$25 Adults
Call the CHT Box office for tickets: 408-866-2700.
For more information check out their website: www.sjtaiko.org/rhythmspirit/



gum is cheaper anyway

Have you ever seen a baby riding a dog in an elevator? Most people would have to say no. In fact, if I were one day younger, I would have to say no. But today happened.

I had signed up for a dentist visit with this schmancy DDS who works in a building just tall enough to call a high rise. In the lobby, I hit the elevator button, and watched the two side-by-side elevators mosey to the lobby.

The one on the left was maybe a floor or two from ground when I could hear a lot of commotion coming from the car -- shouting and banging -- sounds you don't usually want to hear from an elevator you are about to enter. By the time it hit the lobby level and dinged, you could hear what sounded like a fight inside the car. The doors slid open to reveal a baby dressed in but-a-diaper, riding a mangy-looking dingo-style dog that was bucking like a rodeo bronco. The baby was gripping the dog's fur with one hand, and the other was waving in the air, and the dog was howling, and both of them were crashing and banging into the sides of the elevator, which were totally polished mirrors from head-to-toe, which gave the impression of a giant elevator-room full of cowboy babies. Obviously, I let the door close again, and the sounds of banging slowly floated back up into the upper floors of the building.

So, I canceled my appointment, because hey, I may not be a Miss Cleo level psychic, but a baby riding an angry dog is probably a bad omen, and I'd rather just have dirty teeth.



these snozzberries don't taste like snozzberries

I don't know what things are like in the rest of the country, but here in Calley-fore-nigh-yay, I've noticed a ridiculous number of frozen yogurt shops opening up. I vaguely remember this being a fad in the mid-nineties before we all remembered that frozen yogurt cannot possibly beat real ice cream, and somebody invented Cold Stone instead.

And yet, I found myself waiting in line for frozen yogurt on Friday. I just don't understand how PinkBerry does it -- they are pushing Cold Stones out of business faster than a dramatic chipmunk can get dramatic, but their main product looks like pastel-colored poo.

If I am going to have to eat retro products that don't taste very good, can I at least have Crystal Pepsi back?