I was up all night again, having ordered my neat-O Aulos brand plastic shinobue on Amazon, I did some watching of videos about the shinobue. First, taiko groups like to have some shinobue players to play with them so that's neat. Also, the Aulos shinobue isn't the best sounding or the easiest to play, but according to Amazon reviewers at least it plays in tune. I just want to get my hands on one, because I am very curious whether it has a straight or a conical bore. If it's a straight bore, that makes it really easy to experiment with making my own. And one of the attractions for the flute for me is that I can learn to make them.
I'll have the silly thing in a couple of days. There's also a method book in English, by a noted taiko guy. Some reviews say it's great, and other say the first 10 pages are useful and after that "it's just songs". In any case it's $25 so I'm just going to mess around on the thing before I decide if I want to spend that much on a book.
The thing is, Obon is coming up.
I listed 10 Ebay things also. I've been slacking off, listing maybe only 30 things a week and that's not good. So I've set a goal of 50 items a week and that will get our sales back up where they should be. Discovering the "bountiful" dumpster is a nice game-changer too.
There are the usual complaints all over Reddit. People bitch about $5 Biden gas, but somehow $7+ Bush gas in 2008 was OK? My 250cc motorcycle had a bitty little tank, and it cost me close to $20 to fill it if I'd used it down to Reserve. And this was even in Arizona, a red state.
People have such short memories, and this is one thing Ken brought up when he was over. He thinks if we tip into a recession/depression people will look back to the Trump years as "the good old days" when they were really not good, but with such short memories, they'll think they are. And certainly better than the days of a recession or depression.
I wonder what they'd say about the Obama years, when dear old Barry only rescued the economy and cleaned up the mess left by Bush? I remember in 2003, having to carefully explain the events of 9/11/01 to a gal who was a teller at my bank, who had no functional memory that went back that far.
I left here around 6, dropped off goodies at the little free libraries and got "Life Is Beautiful" on DVD which I could not even find to buy and here I got it for free, and "The Metamorphosis" by Ovid in 1950s paperback form - a relic of a time when it was encouraged for the working class to educate itself.
I went to the used book store first and looked around, but there were no flute books or interesting political books, and besides, it's hard to feel like buying books when I won't be able to take any with me in 2 years and I'm finding tons of them for free. I bought a copy of "Survival Guns" by Mel Tappan. I'm old enough to remember him being talked about a lot in the gun magazines, and always wanted to read this book and just never got around to getting a copy. I probably already know everything he did, but he's a good writer.
Then I went over to Whole Foods and turned in the cornet mouthpiece and got some meatballs and broccoli and a near-beer and enjoyed those. Then I got some groceries, only using the money I had on me, because I don't want to take any more out of the bank.
The usual zombies were out. On my way back, one zombie tried to look "innocent" as it lurched seemingly randomly but in a direction such as to bring itself within lunging range. So I kept my direction resolutely and at the last moment turned and went around another way - as much as a zombie can show emotion, this one looked like it felt cheated.
On my way back along 10th, in the industrial area, there was a female zombie on the other side of the street wearing prostitute style shorts, which is to say very very short. It meandered along on the other side of 10th until I came along and then just "had" to cross the street, which I noticed it did both quickly and quietly - I didn't check to see if it was barefoot, all I needed to know was that if this zombie decided to give chase, whether due to being full of meth or merely of the zombie virus, I might not get an audible warning so I sped up and kept sped up until I got to Old Bayshore. Then, checking behind me, it was gone - off in search of an easier target's brains.
I checked the armored car place's trash and they'd thrown out a lot of radios so, making 3 trips, I got all but one. The first trip to snag one and take it back here and do a little research as to whether it's worth anything. The 2nd trip with a step stool to reach into the dumpster better and perhaps, I though, climb in. The 3rd trip because I'd decided I did not want to climb in, and this last trip bearing a little wire tool I made to snag the radios by the antenna or the belt clip. The only one I could not get had neither. I got two big chargers too.
As I was snagging the last radio and packing my stuff up, I saw a zombie passing through (on a zombike of course) so I was cautious, Would this zombie lay in wait just out of sight as I came out the way the zombie would assume I would? So I went back here by a different way, ha ha!
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