Ich hat 8 jahre in Deustchland gewohnen. Warum spreche ich Deutsch nicht? Scheiße!!!


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1.) I have extremely sexy eyebrows.
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Sunday, August 3, 2008

It's Just Regular Sushi!!


So, here I am back home and among the list of things to make sure I get done is have sushi. Yeung's sushi! The best sushi in the known world!!


since I have moved, I have pined for this sushi like the pretty woman who broke up with me. Unabashed, unashamed, I long for Yeung's sushi!!


So, I went back and ordered the spicy tuna and a Godzilla roll.


"Hey! This is just regular old sushi!" It's good, but it's not magical. It's certainly not worth pining over. It's regular sushi. Rice, fish, seaweed, roe, a couple of sauces mixed in from time to time; you know, regular fucking sushi.


His spicy tuna does have a unique character, but it suddenly hit me from nowhere just now: I think he mixes in soy sauce when he mixes the tuna with the spicy sauce. He mixes everything, so it's not just raw tuna with the spicy mayo oozing out of the roll.


Soy sauce. I think that's his secret ingredient. No more impressive than 1000 Island dressing on a Big Mac. Just regular sushi.


It left me wondering about the other places that have been elevated to magical once I no longer had regular access to them. What are my other ideations surrounding mundane aspects of life that prevent me from fully appreciating whatever is right in front of me? I haven't been able to enjoy sushi since I moved, because "no one's sushi is as good as Yeung's"


Well, actually, it is. Plenty are. None of my friends are as good as my friends when I was growing up. No one will ever be as good as my first love. No place will ever feel as much like home as Germany did. No _____ will ever be as ____ as _____.


Some sushi I had yesterday taught me that these things aren't true. And, worse than being misconceptions, they diminish my ability to engage, enjoy, and encounter life on its own terms. Always holding things up to a nonexistent standard obfuscates the beauty and allure of what is right in front of me.


I'm hoping to develop the capacity to just encounter life on its own terms, and not contort it into a caricature of what I want it to be.


After all these years... It's just regular old sushi.

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