Sunday, August 15, 2004
Cereal and fruit smoothie. Went to the Nihonmachi Festival in Japantown. Tony Q met us there, and we watched the Taiko Dojo drummers perform a number of pieces. It was boring because the percussion was too repetitive for my brain, but it was also impressive because it obviously required a great deal of energy and concentration to hit cues amidst all the repetition. Galen showed up shortly after we watched the drumming. We ate sushi purchased from a stand advertising an international group against violence against women: good sushi and a good cause. We also got satay with peanut sauce. The festival was pretty small by SF standards, so within an hour we'd seen all the booths and browsed shops up and down Fillmore. Home. Patrick and I napped for 3 or 4 hours. Seniore's pizza delivery (415-661-2222): when I placed my order the man taking my order was not very patient. From experience, I always know I have to explain how our place is an inlaw—use the side gate—but he was impatient and didn't seem to care about my specific instructions. Sure enough, when the driver showed up, he had to call us to figure out how to get to our place. I doubt it will occur in my lifetime, but I'm still waiting for pizza delivery that requires no human intervention. A large part of the problem is the lack of robotic (or otherwise non-human-attended) delivery of goods, and no one I've heard of is even bothering to work on that on any large scale. We had a Caesar salad and a mushroom and green bell pepper pizza: about $18 after a $2 tip. Finished reading Through It Came Bright Colors by Trebor Healey. The book is a fine first novel, and I expect more delightful novels from him.