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Click here for Obama sushi rolls

Posted in Animal Stuff, Special People, Sushi, The meaning of life, The Process of Art, Therapy with tags , on March 2, 2009 by Admin

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The Wizardress of Ensorcellment

Posted in Free Pile books, Literary, Philosophy?, Special People, Sushi, The meaning of life, Therapy with tags , , , , , , on October 31, 2008 by Admin

Anaïs Nin, inadvertent comedienne and ensorcellress both; “sensuality is a secret power in my body,” she once said. But since she said it, it’s not such a secret anymore, now is it? One critic called her “A major minor writer”. That critic was obviously wearing anti-ensorcellment venom.

Anais Nin and Henry Miller

Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller

And don’t get Gore Vidal started on the topic of the word ensorcellment. Because of their seemingly love-hate relationship they sniped at each other in later years and, much to her chagrin, he modeled the character Marietta after her in his novel Two Sisters, whose “favorite word is ‘ensorcelled.’ She cannot write a book without it. Unfortunately I cannot read a book that contains it.”

By the way, Gore made for some pretty great quotes. Did you know… he was once engaged to Joanne Woodward and she broke up with him to date Paul Newman? but they remained good friends all three forever after so it’s all good.

There is not one human problem which could not be solved if people would simply do as I advise. – Gore Vidal

The more money an American accumulates, the less interesting he becomes. – Gore Vidal

A narcissist is someone better looking than you are. – Gore Vidal

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Sushi-Rama Extravaganza a la Virgoan Embracements

Posted in Being a Virgo, FOOD & RESTAURANTS, Sushi, The meaning of life, Thoughts with tags , , , , , on September 8, 2008 by Admin


Moshi Moshi photo by Mo Ringey

It was a dark and stormy night. It was a virgo night. It was our birthdays. We decided to get sushi to celebrate having made it through another year. We chose Moshi Moshi because Sam is ever so friendly and welcoming and because his wife Kimi remembers my name and is so sweet and stellar. And I have my own chopsticks there. They are girly. And Red. With abalone.

Moshi Moshi photo by Mo Ringey

It was still a dark and rainy night outside and people walked by, as they will do. It was cozy and warm and dry inside. I like that Moshi Moshi is a single restaurant; owned by a person and not a group or corporation. I always wonder why parking lots of big chain restaurants are jammed with cars. I worked at a chain once - a large pizza chain - and executives would come from wherever they came from and inspect it. And us. If your tables were not set up exactly to corporate specifications you would get written up. I was written up once because my salt and pepper shakers were wrongly positioned. I asked what was wrong with them; they were full and clean and next to each other all nicey nice-like and they had logic. I was told that they should be centered such that from wherever the table was, the salt should be facing the entrance with the pepper exactly behind it. Why are those parking lots always so full?


I am generally a trifle confused. But color soothes. And raindrops. Real food, un-chemicaled, soothes. Delights. Love. It.


I read a short story once in Omni Magazine, back in the 90s, about a drunk couple on their way home from a party. They were abducted by aliens. Aboard the alien ship they continued their bickering; he accused her of flirting too much and too rampagingly, she accused him of drinking too much, and all the while the aliens were trying to get their attention and maintain some order. I can't find it now. It was a brilliant little story. Please send it.

Moshi Moshi photo by Mo Ringey

It looks so sweet from the outside looking in. At the chain restaurant I worked at in Boston (ok--Framingham, but I lived in Boston, which is so much many less letters to type) the food came mostly pre-prepared from corporate headquarters in giant containers and had loads of preservatives and was made in giant batches. Maybe it was made of soilent green?. The chefs were really assemblers. Why are those parking lots so full? Sam's sushi is fresh and delicious. Fresh. Robert Parrish came in to pick up pizzas once at the Framingham chain place. We all stared. He was taller than me. by like, two me's.

Moshi Moshi photo by Mo Ringey

Sam with a few of his creations. He is smiley. My Aunt Mary used to make the best pies. And she knitted crazy outfits for me, while she made pies. She multi-tasked. That had logic and efficiency. I'd wear them. The knitted things, not the pies. I had a purple knitted jumpsuit. I loved it. I wore it until it unraveled completely. Sometimes people unravel. That's why I am in therapy. It all started when my purple knitted jumpsuit unraveled. It was symbolic. And heralding-ish.

Moshi Moshi photo by Mo Ringey

Sam has funny glasses. He sing-songs a hello to all who enter. Moshi Moshi means hello in Japanese. Ohio (not its real spelling) means good morning. I like spellings. But I don't know all the spellings. Life, the mystery. Tune in. Unravel. Cling to whatever shreds of logic you can find. Eat sushi. It is a cure-all. I am having sushi again tonight. I am housesitting for a house, two cats, and a dog. They are very nice. I have two eyes and a nose. I have two chipped teeth. When the housesitting people come back they are taking me out for sushi for my birthday. I turned them on to sushi and they now crave it. It's good to turn people on to sushi. I am getting spoiled. Maybe that will start a raveling effect.

Moshi Moshi photo by Mo Ringey

Sam let us wear his glasses. Gosh. I think they suit Jim in a cartoonish way. This is Jim as a cartoon. Character.

Moshi Moshi photo by Mo Ringey

We both got to wear them. Sharing is caring. Teasing Hurts. I love Sam's crispy tuna thingies. Like sushi taco-ettes. I think sushi should be a daily thing. I ran into Mike there. He goes there a lot. Restaurants love Mike. Mike loves restaurants. Reciprocity is nice. it has logic. Does Sarah Palin really believe global warming is a "farce"? Mike is elusive. He said why don't we hang out more. I said your elusivity eludes me, Mr. Forgets-to-call-back. I don't want to stalk you. He said please stalk me, I like it. I'll put that into the neurotic processing circulation file. I won't stalk. I will persist. That's how we get through life I guess.

Moshi Moshi photo by Mo Ringey

Kimi. I am not sure if I spelled her name correctly. I am just guessing. But I like my spelling version. Kimi always remembers my name. Sam calls me JD. I tell him my name is actually in the name of his restaurant. My parents feed a raccoon family too. They are not shy, the raccoons. There is a mother and 3 babies. They climb over the fence and eat the food that is out. They walk right up the stairs when we are sitting on the deck and make expectant faces. So we clap to scare them just a little bit away. It's not good if they don't learn fear of humans. And they don't eat at chain restaurants. I bet they'd love sushi. After we scare them gently they go back down the stairs to the yard and we put the food down there for them. They use the water dish to wash their faces. Last night my friend kathy came over and she saw them. I didn't have my camera. Or Jim's, either.

Moshi Moshi photo by Mo Ringey

We drank wine, in the shelter from the rain. I waited on Amy carter once when she was in Northampton summers a lot ago for that trail when they were arrested for protesting the CIA recruiting on campus at UMASS. One of her fawning co-arrestees ordered wine. This was when I worked at Joe's Cafe in Northampton which also real and delicious and un-fucked up food. I asked if he wanted it room temp or chilled. We served it both ways because the wine was kept in a not-wine-cellar temperature area and sometimes people said it was too warm. Red wine is meant to be at 57 degrees, they say, like a wine cellar. So room temp is a bit higher than the red wine likes to be. So this fawner made an extremely aghasted face and put his hand to this throat and said, "Only a BARBARIAN would drink red wine chilled." So I asked him for his I.D.

Moshi Moshi photo by Mo Ringey

Sam's counter is decorated. With decorations. And a tip jar.I have a tip jar. I have decorations. I am like Sam and am therefor meant for sushi.


Reflecting on reflections somehow seems more logical than reflecting on life. And why people eat preservatives instead of real food. Without the polyurethane and shellac.

Moshi Moshi photo by Mo Ringey

Those are the fried rice bombs. Sam invents crazy specials. We made assemblages of everything within reach.I took the extra ginger home. I love ginger. But I forgot to put it in the fridge. Please send ginger.

Moshi Moshi photo by Mo Ringey

It was easy to go there because it was open. More logic. More welcoming. More pretty colors.

Moshi Moshi photo by Mo Ringey

Oh my. Happy sushi birthday to us. Maguro is my favorite.

Moshi Moshi photo by Mo Ringey

Sam works from slips from the waitperson, who was very nice. It is logical and has that logic thing going for it. Life is not always logical.

Moshi Moshi photo by Mo Ringey

Fried rice bombs are the bomb. Those are my chopsticks. They are number 233. I think. Or maybe they are number 223. The number has twos and threes. It was a lovely birthday meal. I like being greeted warmly and feeling welcome.The end.

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