One of my girlfriends from work introduced me to her friend Alice who has a food blog (epicureandebauchery.blogspot.com/) this past weekend and simultaneously took me to have some of the best Japanese yakitori I've ever had. It was so good I had to go back this evening after thinking endlessly about the chicken liver skewers all day. Thanks guys, like I really needed the encouragement to go out and eat tasty morsels! The other funny thing is I had found Yume-ya online on "a blog" (it showed up in the top 10 Google searches when I looked for the restaurant), raved about it to my co-worker and my co-worker had forwarded aforementioned blog entry on Yume-ya to ... Alice, who said, "Um, thanks, that's MY blog."

The chicken livers were grilled to perfection and the hearts were just the right amount of tender mixed with what the Taiwanese would call "Q". Here's the website with all the information you would need and pictures of the food, in case you want to drool.

www.sumiyakitori.com/

Yes, epicurian debauchery indeed. If you are ever in the area, I would highly recommend both Japanese restaurants and as someone on Yelp pointed out, there's a cute waitress that works at both Yume-ya and Sumiya.

I went to see Ani DiFranco last night at Mountain Winery, I have to say that I'm happy I went, though a little disappointed. She doesn't have the energy that she used to in her concerts and even her albums have lost a lot of their luster. Her lyrics still hit hard but the music has just gotten flat.

She looked a lot like this picture last night, but 4 months pregnant.

She sang this song last night from the 2005 album, I wish I could say that I loved it as she was playing it, but I can't. I do love the words though.


studying stones

i am out here studying stones
trying to learn to be less alive
using all of my will
to keep very still
still even on the inside
i've cut all of the pertinent wires
so my eyes can't make that connection
i am holding my breath
i am feigning my death
when i'm looking in your direction

'course numb is an old hat
old as my oldest memories
see that one's my mother
and that one's my father
and that one in the hat, that's me
it's a skill i'd hoped to abandon
when i got out on the open road
but any more pent up emotion
and i think i'm gonna explode

there's never been an endeavor so strange
as trying to slow the blood in my veins
to keep my face blank
as a stone that just sank
until not a ripple remains
i am high above the tree line
sitting cross legged on the ground
when all of the forbidden fruit has fallen and rotted
that's when i'm gonna come down