Thursday, May 19, 2011


Nashville is all about trendy mobile food trucks. They park outside of cool stores or gallery crawls and lure in the young and beautiful with their unique menus and alternative appeal. Up until today I felt that the taco truck, the grilled cheese truck, and the marshmallow truck (just to name a few) were just things for young local journalists to write about and hipsters to rave about. But then, I saw this: 

The Japanese food truck!! The best part is, rather than selling stuff like california rolls and weird ramen, the truck sells actual Japanese snacks like onigiri (rice balls), mochi ice cream, curry and rice, and UDON!!
It won't be up and running for a few weeks because the owners are headed to an anime convention (of course) in Chicago, but I will be certain to chase this truck down and give it a try once it's in commission. I can only hope that the food is tasty and the driver shouts "irashyaimase" out the window.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

My Future

With my two best friends in Nashville having just gotten laid-off from their teaching jobs, and my Americorps term (very slooooowly) nearing its end, it seems that our conversations that were once filled with non-stop laughter and planning for fun things are now exhausting attempts at figuring out what comes next.

When I think about applying for jobs and the possibility of moving to a new city, I just want to take a nap on a sunny beach in an obscure part of the world.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Bathing with Friends

I recently decided that my heaven is a public bath. The fist time I went to the onsen while I was in Japan it was silly and awkward. It did not take me long to figure out that it was actually the best thing that has ever been done with water. A few weeks ago I took the Megabus down to Washington D.C. to see two lovely ladies and then we went straight to Spa World.
It had been a while since I had gotten on a bus, alone, for just a couple hours of fun and little sleep. And it was all well worth it. We spent about seven hours in the spa. Sunday was beautiful and the last thing I wanted to do was get on the bus to Pittsburgh at 3 p.m. and leave all the intelligent people of our Nations Capital.