「Good evening! This is Takizawa Denpajou’s Takizawa Hideaki! In April and May, there is Takizawa Kabuki, and since it’s already March, rehearsals have (already) started. This is the first time I’ll be producing / directing a play. It feels like I’m debuting as a director ne~ But it is tough. It’s not just about making demands for all of the things that I want done. But it’s more like… If I don’t express how I want everything to be done (even down to the smallest details), nothing will happen.
In any case, (in order to direct) I thought that I still needed to learn more about stage plays, so just a little while ago, I went to Las Vegas again. I watched shows every day. But they didn’t have shows in the afternoons, so (at that time) we strolled around town. Las Vegas is in America, right? But even though I was in Las Vegas, the people around me were all Chinese people. There were Chinese words and decorations around the entrance of the hotel. There were a lot of things like dragons (dragon decorations) too. On the signs, there were messages like “Chinese tourists, Thank you very much” and messages that probably meant something like “You are very welcomed here!”
(Here, Takki said “Welcome” in English. so cuteeeee~)
The restaurants were also very crowded. I thought about eating at the restaurant too, so I stood in line and we waited for about 30 minutes. And even as I looked around at the people around me, most of them were Chinese. So it felt really strange, that although I was in America, it felt like I was actually in China. Well (all in all), I learned various things and will do my best to work this knowledge into (make the most use of this knowledge) in Takizawa Kabuki. If there are any announcements about the present condition of the play, I will let everyone know, so I hope everyone will look forward to it. 」
I can occasionally see Mount Fuji from the window of my workplace. I can’t see anything more than the peak of Mt. Fuji, but for some reason, it still raises my spirits whenever I see it.
I see. Mount Fuji is really nice ne. I’ve climbed it before… I really felt like I wanted to climb it (at least) once, as a Japanese person. Because it seems like there are people who have never climbed it before and then there are people who climb it two to three times a year. I thought that once would be nice. But it was really tough. You can’t just go for the sake of being in a sightseeing mood. Because it is a mountain after all. It really was tougher than I had expected. Un~ But little children were climbing it with me, so everyone was (literally) crying as we climbed the mountain. But the feeling of achievement after you’ve climbed the mountain is really amazing. But it was really tough, so I think once is enough for me. But (at least) now, I know how it feels.
This is really random, but does it bother Tono when there are white strings coming out of the sides of the egg yolk? It bothers me a lot, so I like to pick them out before I cook my eggs. But when you’re boiling eggs, you can’t do anything about them ne. What are those stringy things anyway?!
I see~ Those things… what are they called again? They do have a name, don’t they? Oh! (Towards the staff) You looked it up!
When you crack open an egg, attached to the side of the yolk is a white thing that’s in the shape of a cord. This is called a “karaza” (chalaza; egg tissue) and it keeps the yolk dangling in the middle of the egg. It serves as a sort of hammock (for the yolk).
Sometimes, there are people who like to separate the karaza first before they eat the egg. It’s made out of protein so, of course, it is edible, but it is actually something that you should eat… Hehhh~ I’ve heard somewhere that there is nutrition in that part of the egg. When I was little, I didn’t like it either. I remember that I always used to try really hard to take out the stringy stuff with my chopsticks. But I was told that it was actually good for my body. That’s written here (in the info that we found) too. I learned a lot today ne. So if anyone has a similar type of question, please let us know because we will do some research about it too.
When I was in kindergarten, I hated and never ate carrots. One time, my dad said to me, “If you eat a lot of carrots, when you grow older, you can become a rabbit.” I, who loved rabbits, believed this and started eating carrots. But when I got to elementary school, in the middle of class, it suddenly occurred to me that I would never become a rabbit. I was really shocked by this and went home crying. But when I arrived home, I became embarrassed about what I had believed in (for so long) and never told anyone about it. Tono, are there any lies that you’ve told or lies that have been told to you that till today still remains memorable?
I see. That certainly is embarrassing ne. As for lies that I’ve told or lies that have been told to me… I’ve often been told things like “if you don’t eat this, you won’t grow up (to be a big boy).” But my parents have never told me such influential lies. Un~ Rather than spoiling me, they kinda left me to do whatever I wanted. At my house, it’s like “Do whatever you want. But if anything happens, you have to take full responsibility for it.” There weren’t a lot of those cute white lies. But I think there are probably quite a lot of families that are also like that ne.