there are many ways to define summer. i shall do it as simply as i can. instead of playing taiko again this summer in yokkaichi, japan and hearing the sonorous “kani” and “semi” i hear the “rrrrrrrrrrr” and the “bang.” in other words, I am cutting and hitting wood. sure this is music, too, but of a different kind.
back when i lived in japan i became spoiled. i took things for granted. like simple things i enjoyed i knew all the ways to get it. cars (had 2 suzukis), good quality cheap clothes (uniqlo, miki glasses and machouse?, and my fav sushi and green tea ice cream (kappa or genki sushi/mini stop).
now i am back in the us of a (happy 4th tomorrow) and am working for a second summer for a local cabinet maker. i enjoy learning something new. however there is a HUGE difference between numbers and words. i know, i know i can spell out numbers, but it is not the same. like knowing quickly:
those are the easy ones, now:
then there is all these in between, and because i stopped this blog writing to write a text, and have returned, my mind is fuzzy. that, and instead of waking in the land of the rising sun, my body woke up at 7am on a day i could have slept later. so, my theory of my rem being at the wee hours is fast becoming law:/
in conclusion, the voice of god is indeed in a tree, and i hope for god’s sake (that is not “sa-ke”), i am not hurting the communication between man and god with all the electric saws i am using. i hope the next time i get a chance to live in japan i will be lucky enough to watch a taiko being made.
so, as a post script…time to see if there is an app akin to a measuring tape and its breakdown of numbers and also to divide up a piece of wood into smaller straight line cuts.