Monday, August 08, 2005
My friend brought me some sushi from Chicago last night. I don't know why I get so excited about sushi. I've only had it a few times in my life. To be honest, I'm not even sure what it is. Supposedly there's tuna in there, but I'm not sure if it's raw or smoked or dead or alive or what.
And after I douse it with soy sauce and shmear it with that green pasty stuff, I can't taste it at all anyway. It might as well be mushy rice.
I think I just need to have something exotic every so often. It makes me feel less ordinary. I go out of my way to tell people when I've eaten sushi. The last time I had it was at that restaurant in Cleveland. I remember being facinated by the sushi chef. His hands never stopped moving. I'd love to be able to have that level of intensity about something.