Romans 15:13 Dear Lord, Thank you that you are the God of hope. Thank you that I can trust in you and hope for something better because you are in control of everything around me. Help me to be filled with your joy as I focus on you to sustain me in the midst of trials. Let your power flow into me to make me strong in my faith and in my hope in you. Amen ローマ15:13 親愛なる主よ、 あなたが希望の神であることを感謝します。あなたは私の周りのすべてを支配しておられるので、私はあなたを信頼し、より良いものを望むことができることを感謝します。試練の中にある私を支えてくださるあなたに集中し、あなたの喜びで満たされるように助けてください。あなたの力が私の中に流れ込み、私の信仰とあなたへの希望を強くしてください。 アーメン
Captain's Log, Stardate 04.27.2006
TMI:
Todai:
Todai is a Japanese buffet restaurant that serves sushi and other Asian-y dishes. I hadn't gone in a long time, but a friend suggested we eat there last night.
Now before Robin goes off on how I'm supposed to be writing, I was interviewing my friend for my book. She has worked with female professional video gamers. Yeah, way cool. One of my characters is a professional gamer.
Back to Todai. It's not bad, for the price. The raw fish isn't slimy or smelly. But you are talking to someone who grew up in Hawaii--read: surrounded by water--and who is Japanese American.
I try to visit Hawaii at least once a year partly because of the food. Mom and Dad take me (and my husband, when he can take off work to travel with me) to Kabuki, a Japanese restaurant in Pearl City.
We've been going there since I was in high school. Mom and Dad know the sushi chefs so well that they joke and laugh with them (and give them big tips--remember to tip your sushi chef generously).
The fish is super fresh. Firm, tender, clean-smelling. And as in authentic sushi restaurants, the slice of fish on the nigiri sushi is about the length and width of an iPod Nano or maybe a cell phone, and the thickness of a Sharpie marker. The rice under it is the size of your thumb. I'm not kidding, your thumb from tip to joint. That's it.
Okay, back to Todai. Since it's a buffet, the fish and rice are not the sizes I'm used to. But they are soft and not fishy smelling, so I'm okay with a few pieces.
Then I look at myself. When did I become such a snob? I mean, there are lots other Asian people in this restaurant, so it's obviously passed some kind of Asian test. Is there such a thing as an Asian test? I'm not sure. But it's kind of like how I know a sushi bar is good when I see Japanese businessmen (from Japan) sitting at the bar and drinking.
So I ate my okay-sushi and got great info for my book, and I'm counting the days for when I can go back to Hawaii.
Last day at PT: Well, yesterday was my last day at physical therapy for my knee (for those of you who don't know, I had ACL surgery on November 23rd, 2005). Now I'll need the discipline to exercise on my own. Good thing we bought that exercise bike from Goodwill--best $30 we ever spent.
TMI:
Todai:
Todai is a Japanese buffet restaurant that serves sushi and other Asian-y dishes. I hadn't gone in a long time, but a friend suggested we eat there last night.
Now before Robin goes off on how I'm supposed to be writing, I was interviewing my friend for my book. She has worked with female professional video gamers. Yeah, way cool. One of my characters is a professional gamer.
Back to Todai. It's not bad, for the price. The raw fish isn't slimy or smelly. But you are talking to someone who grew up in Hawaii--read: surrounded by water--and who is Japanese American.
I try to visit Hawaii at least once a year partly because of the food. Mom and Dad take me (and my husband, when he can take off work to travel with me) to Kabuki, a Japanese restaurant in Pearl City.
We've been going there since I was in high school. Mom and Dad know the sushi chefs so well that they joke and laugh with them (and give them big tips--remember to tip your sushi chef generously).
The fish is super fresh. Firm, tender, clean-smelling. And as in authentic sushi restaurants, the slice of fish on the nigiri sushi is about the length and width of an iPod Nano or maybe a cell phone, and the thickness of a Sharpie marker. The rice under it is the size of your thumb. I'm not kidding, your thumb from tip to joint. That's it.
Okay, back to Todai. Since it's a buffet, the fish and rice are not the sizes I'm used to. But they are soft and not fishy smelling, so I'm okay with a few pieces.
Then I look at myself. When did I become such a snob? I mean, there are lots other Asian people in this restaurant, so it's obviously passed some kind of Asian test. Is there such a thing as an Asian test? I'm not sure. But it's kind of like how I know a sushi bar is good when I see Japanese businessmen (from Japan) sitting at the bar and drinking.
So I ate my okay-sushi and got great info for my book, and I'm counting the days for when I can go back to Hawaii.
Last day at PT: Well, yesterday was my last day at physical therapy for my knee (for those of you who don't know, I had ACL surgery on November 23rd, 2005). Now I'll need the discipline to exercise on my own. Good thing we bought that exercise bike from Goodwill--best $30 we ever spent.