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My wife, being a foodie and an excellent “cooker” (according to the first-hand testimonial of our four-year old daughter), always knows about great places to eat. For my birthday, she took us to a place called Sushi Wasabi in Tustin. It reminded me of eating at Nozawa in Studio City — it’s all about the sushi. Both places are located in nondescript strip malls with pleasant, but forgettable, interiors. But man, oh man, was the fish good!

While some have referred these two chefs as “Sushi Nazis,” my experience at both restaurants was fantastic. Our family tried one of those fancy-pants sushi fusion places in LA once — designer decor, hip neighborhood, lovely presentation (not to mention crazy expensive), but I definitely prefer eating at these places.

Actually, my favorite sushi restaurant is Ojiya, way out in the sticks of Chino Hills (where, incidentally, my wife and I saw Snoop Dogg once at the McDonald’s drive-thru). Before we ate there, we used to crack up because they had a sign outside that said “Best Sushi In Town,” to which one of us would always say, “More like only sushi in town!” Seriously, though, the sushi there is amazing. If, for some reason, you find yourself waaay inside the Inland Empire — and you love sushi — go eat there.

This sign is from Sushi Wasabi. (Apologies for the low quality — it’s from my cell phone again. Anyone wanna buy me a 2 mp iPhone? Anyone? You can find some higher quality images of the Wasabi signs here and here.) I’m guessing that this is what has earned the chef there the “Sushi Nazi” label — which is totally off-base, because he and his wife were friendly and attentive throughout our entire experience. This, despite having a tired, hungry and cranky four-year old in tow. And the sushi was amazing. The giant clam almost had me in tears.

Actually, I think it’s pretty nice of them to put these signs on the door. That way, people know what they are getting into. In other words, if California rolls are your thing, then you would probably be better off finding another place to eat. However, I highly recommend eating omakase here. Try ordering that way at your local favorite sushi joint sometime — usually, the chef there will send the best & freshest fish your way.

mixtape.jpgI just added another page over here at headsparks* called “Mixtape=Love“… If anyone is interested in trading mixtapes, er, CDs, drop me a line!  Although I love the convenience of digital music, there is something so immediate, real and visceral about the mixtape.  Maybe it’s the way tapes would seriously degrade with repeated usage… my favorite songs would always warp out from listening to them too much… Maybe it’s because creating a mixtape was so physically engaging… These days it’s all drag-and-drop but, back in the day, it was all about putting the needle in the right groove and deciding whether to use the stop or pause button in between songs.  Maybe it was that scene from Say Anythingyou know what I’m talking about. My favorite mixtape-related wishlist item these days is this shirt, in case you were wondering.

If you ever find yourself needing to elicit a visceral reaction from a youth group to whom you are preaching, simply ask them whether they prefer Steve or Joe on Blue’s Clues. I have been overwhelmed by the extreme emotion this seemingly innocuous question has stirred in the hearts of youth nationwide.

Steve, contrary to urban legend, is alive and well.  Below, enjoy his latest song, featuring Steven Drozd of the Flaming Lips.  For real:

Here are some of my favorite (and not-so favorite) things from the past couple of weeks. Below, find some of my ranting and raving — starting at the top right and going clockwise around the matrix…

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Party like it’s 1984. Given the recent close-but-no-cigar seasons of both the Red Wings and Pistons, I am somewhat reluctant to put my trust in Detroit sports. But Justin Verlander’s recent no-no, for the Tigers’ first no-hitter since the magical 1984 season, might make a believer out of me yet. Now, if the Lions would just get rid of their GM

Mop top hair shop. My wife recently began pastoring our church’s Pre/K ministry. As part of their age-appropriate learning, she sets up interactive learning stations each Sunday that relate to the day’s theme. A couple of weeks ago, because the lesson focused on Samson we searched high and low for a Play-Doh mop top hair shop — but to no avail. Of course, we found one at Target the week after this lesson. Oh, and it’s called the Fuzzy Pumper Crazy Cuts Playset.

Does 50% constitute a reunion? While the recent album from Dinosaur Jr. should probably be filed under, “Don’t call it a comeback,” I wonder what to do with the upcoming Smashing Pumpkins album. Gish and Siamese Dream pumped some glammy, arena-rock energy into the 90’s indie rock scene, but what I liked best about them was that their band members included James Iha, an Asian American guitarist, and D’arcy Wretzky, a female bassist. However, for their upcoming “reunion” tour & album, neither of these core members will be participating. Boo!

Give me a break. Apparently, the American media is still determined to portray Asian American men as either geeky, asexual nerds or kung-fu fighting foreigners who no speakie-Engrish, as Yul Kwon points out in this video [h/t: David Park]. Double boo!

For The Get Up Kids farewell tour, I convinced my brother to make the five-hour drive from metro Detroit out to Chicago (the complexity of our travel schedule meant that we would be missing the Detroit show, which necessitated the long drive).  It was well worth the effort.

My daughter loves rock music — at the top of her playlist are Sufjan Stevens, New Order and U2.  But, unless we’re having a “Blue Monday” dance party, she prefers listening to her CDs.  One of her Korean CDs has 100 tracks, none lasting more than about 90 seconds.  The entire album sounds like someone was holding up a tape-recorder to a boombox (or television, for certain soundtracks).  Seriously, I can hear the tape cutting off right in the middle of some of the tracks.

That’s why I was so excited to hear that Matt Pryor (of TGUK and the New Amsterdams) had released a children’s album. We just picked it up at Borders the other day.  I think I might have been more excited than my daughter to purchase it — although she definitely remembered it from listening to it online together.  It is an incredible album, decidedly non-condescending.  The songs are smart and fun, with a just hint of indie melancholy at the appropriate times.  Seriously, if your heart is not touched by “Grumpy Bug,” then you better check to see if you lost your soul somewhere.  Here are the lyrics:

Grumpy bug go to sleep.
I won’t keep you waiting.
Grumpy bug close your eyes.
I’ve got time, I’ve got all night.
I’ll wait by your bed until your drifting.
I’ll stay next to you until you sleep.
Grumpy bug will you cry?
Your watery eyes are leaking.
Grumpy bug kill the lights.
I’m not leaving your bedside.
And don’t be afraid of the dark.
I’ll stay next to you though you don’t see me.

Goodnight my bug,
Kisses and a hug now go to sleep.
You never mind so I sneak inside and watch you breathe.
Enjoy this night with your eyes closed tight and start to dream.
The hour is old and I’ll love you so but I wish you’d sleep.
Please go to sleep.