Another epic night at Sushi Ii

I don’t usually post twice about places but since I tried new stuff tonight I wanted to show you guys a picture.   I apologize for the overexposed photos; I got a new point & shoot & I haven’t quite learned how I want the settings adjusted yet.   I’ve also never been much of a photographer & probably never will be, so… sorry.   lol

My interpretation of some chicks talking on Facebook

Recently one of my friends posted an article about hateful behavior regarding beauty by Ashley Judd & there was a pretty long discussion between a bunch of us chicks.   I admit I didn’t read the two militant chicks’ comments super closely; I pretty much just read what they said once & took my impressions from there, although I wasn’t sure exactly what they were getting at.   I did ask for clarification but it was probably a silly idea.   The following two images are the discussion.   Enjoy.

Hungry for…

Lauren Dreams Of Sushi

A few weeks ago, Sada/Tokkuri Tei/Maguro-ya/probably more I don’t know of sushi guy Evan stopped by the bar to let me know he was making sushi at his friend Garrett’s place in the Samsung Plaza.   This was exciting to me for 3 reasons.

First, Evan is super nice.   Sushi tastes better when it’s made by a super nice guy.   Second, Garrett is a perfectionist.   Sushi tastes better when it’s made by, or at least in the presence of, a perfectionist.   Go ahead & quote me on that.   And third, my friend Jimmy had just mentioned going out for sushi the week before & then never called me so I had worked up a nice unrequited craving in the last few days.

The place was called Sushi Ii.   /sooshee-ee-ee/   It was already fun to pronounce.  A good sign.

The first time we went I didn’t take pictures of anything.   I, uh, I forgot.   But it was so good we went again 2 weeks later (last night), & I took pictures.   For you, Logan.   Enjoy.

Robyn O’Brien On The Dangers of the US Food Industry.

Omg, say it isn’t so.   I had hot dogs for dinner.   And I bought the big old Costco suitcase of hot dogs because it makes me happy to have more hot dogs in my refrigerator than I can eat.

A foodie friend sent me this 18 minute video (you can skip the first few minutes to where she starts getting into her research) about the dangers of profit driven food processing in the US.   Robyn O’Brien explains why our system here is organic-unfriendly, & how every other country rejects foods that haven’t been proven safe while the US accepts the same products because they haven’t been proven unsafe.   She also discovered that the US has the highest rates of cancer in the world.

When in a wine bar…

Drink beer, right?   Right??

Ugh.   So I take my guitar to my friend’s guitar shop because I’m having some tuning issues & I mention that I’m planning to go see another friend’s gig at Amuse Wine Bar.   My friend in the shop highly recommends the Japanese beer with the white owl on it.   He is much more experienced in beer than I am.   So I commit it to memory: Japanese beer, white owl.

It’s my first time at Amuse Wine Bar.   My very awesome girlfriend Jess sings there on Wednesdays but I never went to see her because Wednesdays are not good days for me; I’m usually a wreck by sundown.   I’m also not much of a wine drinker.   I used to tend bar at Kahala Moon, where we had mandatory wine tasting every month (it was hardly necessary to make it mandatory, but that’s just to demonstrate how serious the management was), but that was a long time ago.   And I can’t afford Caymus any more.   Amuse has this very cool self serve wine set up; apparently you acquire a card & insert it into the dispenser of your choice for a shot of wine & your purchases are all kept track of while you get drunk.

Now that I’ve had to write about it, it sounds kind of cool.   Well.   Anyway.

Dear Skinny Bitch At Kalihi Pet Clinic

I doubt you have forgotten it, but for other readers’ sake this is about that time you humiliated a dog owner in your waiting room because her dog was very skinny.   You did it loudly & obnoxiously, in front of everyone else in the waiting room.   You accused her of abuse & threatened to report her.   And she quietly accepted whatever you had to say, completely ashamed & degraded.

Well, I don’t accept what you said.

Salt Kitchen & Tasting Bar

I’ve begun to get very boring in my dining habits.

For the last few years I’ve stuck to all the same places – places I’ll never write about because I want to keep them to myself. So all kinds of exciting, trendy new places have come & gone & I’ve never stepped foot inside of them. I’m getting old.

When Salt Kitchen & Tasting Bar opened up on Waialae Avenue (it’s right next to Coffee Talk), I heard all kinds of great things. Jason from Kalapawai Cafe had glowing things to say about their menu, so glowy in fact that it occurred to me that I should go there some time. When my friend Wes said he wanted to try it too, it was a done deal.

Your Secret Is Safe

I have a mental block about secrets.   I forget them.

I first noticed it over a decade ago.   I worked, as all 20-somethings work, at a job where there was just tons of intrigue & drama all the time.   You know, it just seems like the only positions the world will give us at that age.   Everything was so intense & silly all the time.   Anyway.

One of my co-workers had a crush on another one of our co-workers.   I thought she was silly & I knew he was a jack ass, but she really liked him & that was that.   Until she slept with him.   And she told me about it.

“You can’t tell this to anyone,” she said, quite clearly.   “Not to anyone, ok?”   And of course I agreed.   You always agree to stuff like that.   She wasn’t my only friend at work but we were all friends & chances are after she made me promise not to tell anyone, she probably told everyone else, little by little, anyway.   Or, more likely, she had already told other people.   I mean, we were all in our twenties.   It was only a matter of time before someone else broke their vow of silence & told everyone about it even though everyone actually already knew.   But it wasn’t going to be me.

<10 Twitter Types That I Don’t Follow

A friend’s recent blog about the 10 reasons why she doesn’t follow you back on Twitter got me thinking about what my expectations of Twitter are.   I’ve always known what I wanted out of Twitter; I never really itemized the things I don’t want.

1. The obvious losers – every update is a link to their product or pornsite or seminar or keylogger or whatever – it doesn’t matter since I don’t click on the links.   Twitter is a networking site & I guess a lot of people think it’s a way to advertise their otherwise immobile offerings to a wide audience, but not me.   I’m not here to shop.   If I want to buy something I’m not going to look on Twitter; I’m going to go to the appropriate pornsite.   Fewer middlemen ftw.

2. Uninteresting people (that I don’t know).   I originally just said “uninteresting people” but then I thought of the multitudes of totally boring people that I follow on Twitter.   The catch is that these people are friends of mine & their lives are of interest to me, boring or otherwise.   Am I talking about you?   You’ll never know.  But if I don’t know you, the only reason why I’m going to follow you is because you’re interesting.

When I first joined Twitter, I was pretty sure none of my friends had even heard of it but even so I probably wouldn’t have gone looking for them.   The few who have gotten lost & found themselves with a Twitter account & then found me, I’m happy to follow, but in the grand scheme of things I’m mostly interested in the 140 character statements of total strangers.   Who are interesting, of course.