Drove down into the city today to take the girls to the annual New Years Japanese festival. Was nice to have a respite from the endless political fighting that has consumed the world like a dark god consumes his thralls when they are no longer useful.
We got there in time to watch the taiko drummers and the dragon who scared my children. My kids are also apparently terrified of mochi, and how it is made. The wooden mochi smashing mallet was met with tears. We did have some good traditional festival food though. I always forget how much I like takoyaki.
I feel a bit envious of the way the Japanese have preserved their culture after coming here to the US. Would have been nice if some of my ancestors kept a few more of their traditions intact. All I do is buy pierogi every once in a while and pretend I’m Polish.
I’m going to start trying to contribute to the blog more regularly, and am going to start taking on some of the pulp-reading burden (if you can call it that) from PC, consider this post my attempt at getting back into non fiction posting.