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January 14th, 2006

Hibachi Tennis

Today my local, chess-playing nephew A. turns 14. Time flies when one is having fun. I lived in Los Angeles when he was born, so I did not meet him until he was past newborn stage. But I have a vivid memory of changing planes in Dallas on my way east from California, when my brother and his wife brought their boys to the airport to say "hi" between planes (in this long-past day, everyone could get through security, with or without a ticket). My toddler nephew A. and his brother, the somewhat older W., grasped my hand firmly as I walked through the airport. Now he's a teen, who never toddles anymore.

To celebrate auspicious transitions, my wife and I took A. out to dinner at the local Hibachi Rocks, a Japanese hibachi grill and sushi restaurant, for a "pre-pre-birthday" celebration. I fell behind, due to a work matter too boring to journal, but arrived to pick him up only a good solid bunch of moments late. We met up with my wife at the restaurant, and proceeded to order. I went with sushi choices, while my wife went for grilled salmon and my nephew for scallops and steak. They always do a great job at Hibachi Rock, which is not five minutes from our home. It's like a lot of similar places--a bit too expensive for routine meals,but perfect for a special celebration. My tuna roll, yellowtail roll, and smoked salmon all went down swimmingly.

We went back to our home for a visit. We gave A. the Egyptian style chess set I bought last year. Then we all began to play with the dogs. A. threw the tennis ball for young Bea, who loves to fetch the ball and return it for more throws. Young Ted, meanwhile, enjoyed doing her various sit/stand/stay tricks, which she seems to derive pleasure from demonstrating.

A., who plays piano a bit, got a huge, super-cool Yamaha MIDI keyboard for Christmas. He gave us a demonstration of the 500+ voices the keyboard had, to our delight. Bea looked askance during the "dog bark" version of "Ode to Joy". A. and I then went upstairs to my spare room, where we recorded A. playing his keyboard. I then placed the sample into Slicer, morphed it about a bit. I posted the result over at my DisFish Records site, where it is now "Dog Opera, with collaborator Zook Murning", on my new work-in=progress, "Haunting Voices". A. assured me that next time we should record an album by A., for which I should merely serve as producer. He may be right in this. A. then got both Ted and Bea into tennis-ball-fetch frenzy. We were so glad he came to visit us.
I like that we have such fun nieces and nephews.

touring MarsTokyo

"Some day people will travel to Mars. It will be a long trip, but fun. This will be a big step for mankind. We would be able to find out if there was life on this planet. It probably will look like a red desert. - J. Stephen Hartsfield, Seventh Grader, 1984

I'd like to try a different sort of post this morning, to accompany my earlier predictably gurdonark "what I did between raisin bran and sleep, told self-aggrandizingly" form of post. I think it would be fun to write a post about a single LiveJournal user, to put out a call about a friend's creative work.

I'm going to do a post about a fascinating artist who became one of my very first LiveJournal friends. I'd like to introduce you all to the creative world of marstokyo, and, in particular, her teeny_theaters.

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