Found an excellent video at dannychoo.com that nicely encapsulates a couple of the reasons I loved that place.
Yes, that guy in the plastic outfit is just cruising around Tokyo, looking for places to dance. On it's own, that'd be pretty entertaining. But he's done it often enough that lower-level celebrities want to dance with him.
But look at the people going by. This seems to be taking place around midafternoon, and no one passing by is even slowing down. Oh, sure, a crowd gathers to takehttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif some pictures once they're in a giant white box. Otherwise, though, it's just business as usual. Salarymen go to work, ko-gals ditch school to hang out somewhere, and a guy in plastic armor tries to bust a move for no reason other than he feels like it. And no one gives him any grief for it.
Hell, other times they join in.
Tokyo Dance Trooper at dannychoo.com
update: bonus video dancing with the dark lord of the Sith. Amazingly, they don't try to freak any of the people who dance between them. Some things can remain pure. Sorta.
31 March 2008
15 March 2008
Perhaps a clarification is in order...
That last post has been worrying me for a bit, and I feel like I should clarify. I do believe that white Americans, as individuals, are just as valid and valuable as any other human being. 1
Honestly, I grew up amongst them, went to their schools, and learned their ways as if they were my own. Honestly, I wouldn't mind at all if my sister married one. Hell, some of my best friends are white Americans. One on one, they can be good people.
But perhaps the problem is that I have similar reactions to most groupings of people: alternating between disgust, fright, pity, and outrage. Maybe it's just because they're the ones I see most often in the media that I tend to associate them with those negative feelings.
Rest assured, white Americans, I don't hate you personally. Singularly you're simply swell. It's you as a group I don't care so much for. The humans, that is. But I'm sure I'll learn to live with you, just as you seem to have tried to live with me. It's a simple dream, but a good one, I think.
1 That is, valued at approximately $23,260 when reduced to component organs and tissues or $14,515 as a single unit still suitable for labor, recreation or artistic display.
Honestly, I grew up amongst them, went to their schools, and learned their ways as if they were my own. Honestly, I wouldn't mind at all if my sister married one. Hell, some of my best friends are white Americans. One on one, they can be good people.
But perhaps the problem is that I have similar reactions to most groupings of people: alternating between disgust, fright, pity, and outrage. Maybe it's just because they're the ones I see most often in the media that I tend to associate them with those negative feelings.
Rest assured, white Americans, I don't hate you personally. Singularly you're simply swell. It's you as a group I don't care so much for. The humans, that is. But I'm sure I'll learn to live with you, just as you seem to have tried to live with me. It's a simple dream, but a good one, I think.
1 That is, valued at approximately $23,260 when reduced to component organs and tissues or $14,515 as a single unit still suitable for labor, recreation or artistic display.
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