30×30 Day 30

Wiping down the sink area at work with my paper towel, leaving it dry and clean for the next person.

I actually picked this up from our CFO. She walks the talk! I respect that so much.

30×30 Day 29

Sorting my compost, recycling, and trash.

Yes, it’s tiny, but so many people don’t bother.

I’ll admit, when I see someone walk up to a trash/recycling/compost trio and just throw everything into a single container, I judge them.

Samurai Blender Arms

I went to get a massage today. According to my massage therapist, my body is all messed up in all the places I feel distress when I play o-daiko.

One of my classmates was saying that after playing for almost a year, he’s still adjusting every week, trying new things and feeling differently sore afterward. Still settling in, like a house.

Got a good tip today from sensei: we should be hitting in an upward direction, not parallel to the ground. That got the arm extension on the backswing wheel going real good.

Learned a new showy arm sequence today that I’m still trying to master. I thought about how to describe it, and I’ve settled on “samurai blender arms”.

Interestingly, class got easier as we progressed. Was I warmed up? Was I accustomed to the pain? Tonight’s class was definitely not easy. I played so hard my shins sweat. Yeah, I know, weird, and TMI.

30×30 Day 28

On Tuesday, my taiko classmate was talking about how she was trying to start strength training, but there were no personal trainers available at her gym to show her how to use the equipment.

Today, I spent a couple hours with her going over all the muscle groups, how to use various machines, and what to focus on when doing each exercise.

Time well spent.

30×30 Day 27

There’s a busker who plays the accordion in downtown Burlingame on the weekends. I always enjoy his music and feel he contributes positively to the area. So even though I didn’t have any business to attend to on his side of the street, I made him my business, and crossed to drop some money into his accordion case.


We’re learning a couple new songs in chu-daiko class this year. One of them is full of showy arm movements, with lots of locking.

At last week’s class, one of my classmates gave me some feedback to adjust my showy arms. Despite my locking, my timing was off. “It’s like a punch,” she said. We discussed some more, and she explained that the entire song was about really fast movements.

Ohhh!! Punch, not flow. Sensei doesn’t always explain these things to us, so I’m really glad my classmate did.

My last two taiko posts were about feedback as well. This is from three different people, all solid veterans in our group.

I love this so much.

Elephant Adventure 43: Your Tongue

I quickly concluded in this exercise that our tongues are everywhere all the time. It helps us eat, speak, clean our teeth. It tastes, it detects and decides when we should swallow.

I few things struck me as I read the discussion:

  • The tongue works best when we leave it to do its job.
  • We couldn’t write sophisticated enough software to do what the tongue does.
  • It does so much, yet we don’t notice or appreciate it.

Those points to could be applied to so many things in this world.

Elephant Adventure 44: Impatience

30×30 Day 26

Went for a mountain bike ride after work. I always try to be super friendly to everyone I encounter, because I know that their interactions with other mountain bikers may not always be positive, intentional or not. I want to move that needle in the right direction.

Today’s interactions included doubling back to help a couple hikers looking for their dog, and pausing to talk to and thank a guy out there clearing trash from the trails.

30×30 Day 24

On my drive home on 280 tonight, I passed by a car crashed against the median. “I should call highway patrol,” I thought, followed by, “I’m sure someone else has already called.”

But what if everyone thought that? What’s the harm of a couple duplicate reports?

I called 911.

I didn’t see the interface in detail. I think my phone said something about gathering location.

When the operator answered, she immediately asked if I was calling to report a crash on 280.

I gathered that many people had already called. But instead of feeling like my efforts were a waste, I felt good about the world, because every person who called did what they felt was right, and actively contributed.

Yay, everyone.