The other day, after I gave an assignment and asked for it to be emailed to me, my students here confessed to never writing emails unless it is to "old people like professors," to use their words. The students ("the young") only communicate via IM and texting. Today I marveled at a student who was texting before class, and wished I had filmed it. It was like one of these speed Rubik's cube solvers. Kids these days, and all of that. Then later I read in Slate a piece about the death of email. Which means that I am not the only geezer who noticed it.
Sushi lovers do well here. It is reason enough to come here in fact, you can save enough on each sushi meal to pay for the airfare. Since I can happily eat sushi each meal this is a good thing. At home, we limit ourselves to sushi once a month so we can eat our fill of it and still afford to still pay the mortgage. I haven't had sushi for breakfast yet since that requires the operationally complex move of leaving the apartment early, but I have had flying fish roe for breakfast, since you can buy that in the market and take it home. My Midwestern core finds eating flying fish roe for breakfast both exotic and delicious. Sushi is, happily, everywhere. There are regular and/or fancy sit down places, sushi buffets, and, my favorite, the restaurants where you sit in front of a conveyor belt and grab sushi pieces as they come by. You simply pay by the number and color of the plate. I have eaten at that sort of place in Hawaii, but the overall quality here is a qualitative leap for...
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