Although moving can be stressful and overwhelming at times, there are a lot of pluses to moving too. One of the best things about moving is trying out and investigating new places. One of my favorite new places is H2O Sushi.
I am cheating slightly in saying it is a new place, because I had been to H20 a few times before I moved here. However, I never had the sushi before I moved here. In fact I had never had sushi before I had it there.
http://www.h2osushibar.com/
I really like the place. It is truly one of my favorite places to go. It has a great atmosphere, wonderful staff, and delicious food. If I had not been willing to try it out, I wouldn’t have this great place to go. Sometimes a perceived view of something is not what it is at all.
At first I didn’t think that I would like sushi. In my mind, it had many strikes against it. 1.) In the past I have never really like fish or sea food of any kind, and have therefore shied away from dishes that included either. 2.) I tend to prefer items that are cooked. Most sushi is not cooked. 3.) Texture is a big thing for me when it comes to food. I am not big on cold and chewy. Not all sushi is cold or chewy.
I have taken baby steps in trying sushi. They have been really good to me at H20. They explain everything very well, and are not afraid of any questions. What the different kinds of fish are, the different cuts, the different rolls. They will even prepare them with just rice and veggies. They will even substitute soy paper for the seaweed that is normally used to wrap the rolls. It has also helped to go with a few friends. That way you can all order different things a try them all out. I still am playing it fairly safe on the sushi that I order, but I its baby steps right?
Part of what I like about sushi is that it artistic and beautiful. When I go with my friends we usually sit at the sushi bar. Sitting at the sushi bar you can watch the guys make the rolls. They may not say it, but it is an art. The way they slice the ingredients, the way they plate the rolls, and the embellishments of garnish or sauce. Many of the roll are almost to pretty to eat.
At H20 they also have delicious desserts. A wide variety of gourmet ice creams. Lemon Blueberry, Black Pepper, Basil, Bleu Cheese, Lemon Curd, Maple Chip, and White Chocolate Chip just to name a few all accompanied by a biscotti. Other great desserts like crème Brule, financier, and one of my favorites the oatmeal maple pecan cookie served with espresso whipped crème.
If I am making you hungry I guess you’ll just have to come, visit and I’ll make reservations.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
feeling stupid
When I thought about starting a blog I thought that I would have a hard time coming up with something to write about. My problem so far has been keeping my entries short. Maybe people like long entries, I don’t know. I just hope that my rambles make some sort of sense.
Tonight though, I am having a hard time trying to create my entry. So I thought I would write about feeling stupid.
I don’t know about you, but when I first start a new job I go through the “Stupid Stage”. This is that period of time when you feel completely dumb and useless. You go to work, people ask you questions and you usually respond with, “I don’t know”. I hate that feeling, I hate feeling stupid, and I hate feeling useless. However, uncomfortable I am in the stupid stage I have begun to realize it has value.
In that stage you learn a lot about the company you work for: how things function from day to day, who has the answers to what questions, where things go and where things are just to name a few. It’s also the stage where friendships and relationships are formed. One could say it’s a necessary evil. I am just glad it’s not permanent.
Tonight though, I am having a hard time trying to create my entry. So I thought I would write about feeling stupid.
I don’t know about you, but when I first start a new job I go through the “Stupid Stage”. This is that period of time when you feel completely dumb and useless. You go to work, people ask you questions and you usually respond with, “I don’t know”. I hate that feeling, I hate feeling stupid, and I hate feeling useless. However, uncomfortable I am in the stupid stage I have begun to realize it has value.
In that stage you learn a lot about the company you work for: how things function from day to day, who has the answers to what questions, where things go and where things are just to name a few. It’s also the stage where friendships and relationships are formed. One could say it’s a necessary evil. I am just glad it’s not permanent.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
what’s up doc
Where was I on Tuesday and Wednesday? I am glad you asked. Tuesday was a crazy day at work, because we were preparing for an event on Wednesday. The event is called a Studio Preview Night. It’s a night when invite people, who have shown an interest in our product, to come into our studio to see what we offer and to get them excited about building one. By the way if you don’t know I work for a Home Builder, and that is what I mean when I say product. I’m going to try to get some pictures up here soon. Anyway there was a lot to do on Tuesday and some on Wednesday before the event as well.
(Sorry Kelly, I imagine that first paragraph was boring I’ll try to get onto some more interesting stuff.)
Tuesday night I went to one of the two churches I have been attending for the past few months. This church is much larger than Central. It is quite different. They have four services. They have a big stage with lights and props. They have a grand piano. They have drums! I enjoy it, but it is not Central. I go because they have a group for people 25 – 35 single and married. We do different things 3 or 4 Tuesday nights of the month. Sometimes we play volleyball, sometimes board games, some times we watch a movie or read something and talk about it, and sometimes we just hang out. It’s like youth group for young adults, and as you may have guess I like it.
This past Tuesday we watched an episode of House and discussed it. If you haven’t seen House, it’s about a team of diagnosticians. Those are people who have special skills to identify illnesses or disorders. In the episode there are two patients. The first patient is a man in prison on death row for killing 2 people. While in prison he has killed two more. Now he himself is dying and the doctors have to figure out why. The second patient is a woman who is changing jobs that comes in for a simple check up, but has a cough that won’t go away.
There are many issues that are brought to the surface during the episode including pride, jealousy, racism, and the value of human life just to name a few. The main conflicts in the episode are who should be treated first and whether or not the patients should be treated equally. One has been convicted of heinous crimes and the other is an every day citizen. One is already scheduled to die, but is dying too soon. The other should live a long life and is working on getting a new job to make that life better.
How would you solve the conflict? We discussed many things that night. Why do you do the things you do? Do you always do what you feel is right? Is it true to say you only do what you really want to do?
Stories and conversations like that can make you think about your own thought patterns and conditioned responses. I was reminded of how thankful I am to have the Bible and God's grace. There are so many times I am not sure what to do, but I can consult Him and His word and even if I mess up I still have His grace.
(Sorry Kelly, I imagine that first paragraph was boring I’ll try to get onto some more interesting stuff.)
Tuesday night I went to one of the two churches I have been attending for the past few months. This church is much larger than Central. It is quite different. They have four services. They have a big stage with lights and props. They have a grand piano. They have drums! I enjoy it, but it is not Central. I go because they have a group for people 25 – 35 single and married. We do different things 3 or 4 Tuesday nights of the month. Sometimes we play volleyball, sometimes board games, some times we watch a movie or read something and talk about it, and sometimes we just hang out. It’s like youth group for young adults, and as you may have guess I like it.
This past Tuesday we watched an episode of House and discussed it. If you haven’t seen House, it’s about a team of diagnosticians. Those are people who have special skills to identify illnesses or disorders. In the episode there are two patients. The first patient is a man in prison on death row for killing 2 people. While in prison he has killed two more. Now he himself is dying and the doctors have to figure out why. The second patient is a woman who is changing jobs that comes in for a simple check up, but has a cough that won’t go away.
There are many issues that are brought to the surface during the episode including pride, jealousy, racism, and the value of human life just to name a few. The main conflicts in the episode are who should be treated first and whether or not the patients should be treated equally. One has been convicted of heinous crimes and the other is an every day citizen. One is already scheduled to die, but is dying too soon. The other should live a long life and is working on getting a new job to make that life better.
How would you solve the conflict? We discussed many things that night. Why do you do the things you do? Do you always do what you feel is right? Is it true to say you only do what you really want to do?
Stories and conversations like that can make you think about your own thought patterns and conditioned responses. I was reminded of how thankful I am to have the Bible and God's grace. There are so many times I am not sure what to do, but I can consult Him and His word and even if I mess up I still have His grace.
Monday, August 6, 2007
kinda like the Old Testament but not really
If you are a Bible reader you may know that in a few Old Testament books the writers will tell you part of the story. Then they go on, and then sometimes they come back and fill in some details. Well this blog might become a little bit like that. I added the “but not really” so that I wouldn’t feel completely sacrilegious in saying that, and because I forgot the correct writing term. Feel free to let me know if you remember what that’s called.
Anyway I thought I would let you know a little something that was going on at work right now. Work is going well and all is fine, so don’t get any wrong impressions. However, this week we are saying goodbye to our old CFO and hello to our new one. It is always interesting to see and hear how people are affect, effect or both with changes like this. I am still relatively new on the job, but I still have made a connection to her. She is a good worker, she is fun to talk to, and she has helped make my transition a little easier. Plus she is there late as I am often in the habit of doing (No Comments Mark). There are others at work though that are more attached to her and will find it more difficult to see her go.
In some sense we all would like to think that we are irreplaceable and that if we were to leave everything would cease to function. That everyone we left would beg and plead with us everyday to come back, and not stop until that became a reality. However, thankfully we know that is not true. If it were we would not get much accomplished, and some of us may never get started because there would be no voids for us to fill.
It may be hard to fill those voids and it may hurt to see someone go, but we want our friends and loved ones to succeed. We want them to be challenged, to grow, and to be happy. I think the big problem is we just don’t want that to be without us.
I thought a lot about other people I have known that have moved away or have passed away. Although I may not be able to lean on that individual in the same physical/ emotional/intellectual way as when he or she was still with me, I can still lean on what I have learned from him or her. I can be encouraged that my friend was with me for as long as he or she was. It has also been a reminder that not every friend or loved one moves beyond reach, and that I need to keep in touch with those I still can.
I have also been reminded what it is like to be the new guy. That can be equally as challenging, difficult and stressful. I am reminded to be as helpful as I can to him, and do my best to make him feel welcome.
Goodbye Brenda. We’ll miss you.
Hello Eric. We are glad to meet you, and look forward to getting to know you.
Anyway I thought I would let you know a little something that was going on at work right now. Work is going well and all is fine, so don’t get any wrong impressions. However, this week we are saying goodbye to our old CFO and hello to our new one. It is always interesting to see and hear how people are affect, effect or both with changes like this. I am still relatively new on the job, but I still have made a connection to her. She is a good worker, she is fun to talk to, and she has helped make my transition a little easier. Plus she is there late as I am often in the habit of doing (No Comments Mark). There are others at work though that are more attached to her and will find it more difficult to see her go.
In some sense we all would like to think that we are irreplaceable and that if we were to leave everything would cease to function. That everyone we left would beg and plead with us everyday to come back, and not stop until that became a reality. However, thankfully we know that is not true. If it were we would not get much accomplished, and some of us may never get started because there would be no voids for us to fill.
It may be hard to fill those voids and it may hurt to see someone go, but we want our friends and loved ones to succeed. We want them to be challenged, to grow, and to be happy. I think the big problem is we just don’t want that to be without us.
I thought a lot about other people I have known that have moved away or have passed away. Although I may not be able to lean on that individual in the same physical/ emotional/intellectual way as when he or she was still with me, I can still lean on what I have learned from him or her. I can be encouraged that my friend was with me for as long as he or she was. It has also been a reminder that not every friend or loved one moves beyond reach, and that I need to keep in touch with those I still can.
I have also been reminded what it is like to be the new guy. That can be equally as challenging, difficult and stressful. I am reminded to be as helpful as I can to him, and do my best to make him feel welcome.
Goodbye Brenda. We’ll miss you.
Hello Eric. We are glad to meet you, and look forward to getting to know you.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
the day I left…
Let’s face it; I knew I would be a basket case the day I left. I actually did okay and I didn’t cry too much until I got in the car and left my family standing in the driveway as I turned down the street. There was this well of emotion that came over me. I felt like I was literally ripping out a part of myself. It was harder than I thought it would be. Part of me wanted to laugh at myself. ‘Hey dork…you will see them again and you can always call them. Buck up lil’ Pilgrim, and stop crying. You need to be able to see the road.’ Part of me wanted to turn around and go back home, but I knew I needed to keep going.
Moving is challenging, exciting, and frightening. What will my job really be like? Can I really do this job? Will it be what they said it would be? Will the people I will be living with for a while really want me living there, or will they ask me everyday if I have decided where else I want to live? Will I find a church I can call home? Will I find and make friends? What if I get there and I hate it? What if I can’t stand Indiana? What if I fail? You can ask yourself questions all day long, but if you don’t try…if you don’t risk a little you will never know. I decided I would rather try and fail than not try at all. I am definitely one to overanalyze. Just ask my mother or any of my closest friends. So for me moving to Indiana was a big decision.
The drive down was interesting. Every time I had taken the roads to Indiana before it had been for different reasons; whether it was for school, for vacation, or just to visit friends. I had been on these roads several times before, but this time was different. I was soon to become a resident of Indiana. I was soon to become a Hoosier. I know, I know…a Hoosier. It still doesn’t sound right to me either.
Anyway on the way to my friend’s house I missed an exit. I was driving down I-65 and through Indy and onto 465 (the major highway that goes all the way around Indianapolis) as I had done before, but instead of going west on I-74 (the highway that takes you to my friends house) I kept going on 465. I didn’t think about looking at the compass in my car for some reason. Maybe it was the CD’s my sister made me that I was listening to, maybe I was still not believing that I was really moving, or maybe I was just tired. I don’t know, but when I ended up on the north side of town instead of the south side of town I knew I was going the wrong direction. To correct the issue I got of on one street and then got back on. I think I made about two figure eights that night before I realized where I was supposed to go. I didn’t want to call my friend and ask for directions. Part of me was really hoping that this was not a foreshadowing of how life was going to go in Indy.
I did eventually make it to my friend’s house. I grabbed a few things from the over packed car and I quietly let myself into his house. This was okay as he had told me they would be having Bible study and I could let myself in. When I came in I was met by my friend and his wife and three others who where part of their small group. I knew almost everyone in the room. It was so great to see all of their smiling faces and share a few long awaited hugs and hellos. It was a great way to start my stay in Indy. They all helped carry all my stuff in from the car and we had a few good laughs in the process as it was still very much winter in Indy.
That night as I lay in my new bed in new house I had a good chat with an old God. I thanked Him for being ever present and unchanging. I thanked Him for my family being so encouraging to allow me to pursue this. I prayed that He would help us all through it. I thanked Him for all the friends I had back home that I was already missing, and prayed that we would all continue in that friendship. I also prayed that we would all find new friends or new ways to be encouraging to old ones. I prayed for my new job too. I thanked Him for the opportunity and the excitement. I thanked Him for my friends here in Indy so willing and gracious to open up their home. I thanked Him in advance for a good night of rest.
Moving is challenging, exciting, and frightening. What will my job really be like? Can I really do this job? Will it be what they said it would be? Will the people I will be living with for a while really want me living there, or will they ask me everyday if I have decided where else I want to live? Will I find a church I can call home? Will I find and make friends? What if I get there and I hate it? What if I can’t stand Indiana? What if I fail? You can ask yourself questions all day long, but if you don’t try…if you don’t risk a little you will never know. I decided I would rather try and fail than not try at all. I am definitely one to overanalyze. Just ask my mother or any of my closest friends. So for me moving to Indiana was a big decision.
The drive down was interesting. Every time I had taken the roads to Indiana before it had been for different reasons; whether it was for school, for vacation, or just to visit friends. I had been on these roads several times before, but this time was different. I was soon to become a resident of Indiana. I was soon to become a Hoosier. I know, I know…a Hoosier. It still doesn’t sound right to me either.
Anyway on the way to my friend’s house I missed an exit. I was driving down I-65 and through Indy and onto 465 (the major highway that goes all the way around Indianapolis) as I had done before, but instead of going west on I-74 (the highway that takes you to my friends house) I kept going on 465. I didn’t think about looking at the compass in my car for some reason. Maybe it was the CD’s my sister made me that I was listening to, maybe I was still not believing that I was really moving, or maybe I was just tired. I don’t know, but when I ended up on the north side of town instead of the south side of town I knew I was going the wrong direction. To correct the issue I got of on one street and then got back on. I think I made about two figure eights that night before I realized where I was supposed to go. I didn’t want to call my friend and ask for directions. Part of me was really hoping that this was not a foreshadowing of how life was going to go in Indy.
I did eventually make it to my friend’s house. I grabbed a few things from the over packed car and I quietly let myself into his house. This was okay as he had told me they would be having Bible study and I could let myself in. When I came in I was met by my friend and his wife and three others who where part of their small group. I knew almost everyone in the room. It was so great to see all of their smiling faces and share a few long awaited hugs and hellos. It was a great way to start my stay in Indy. They all helped carry all my stuff in from the car and we had a few good laughs in the process as it was still very much winter in Indy.
That night as I lay in my new bed in new house I had a good chat with an old God. I thanked Him for being ever present and unchanging. I thanked Him for my family being so encouraging to allow me to pursue this. I prayed that He would help us all through it. I thanked Him for all the friends I had back home that I was already missing, and prayed that we would all continue in that friendship. I also prayed that we would all find new friends or new ways to be encouraging to old ones. I prayed for my new job too. I thanked Him for the opportunity and the excitement. I thanked Him for my friends here in Indy so willing and gracious to open up their home. I thanked Him in advance for a good night of rest.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
do I really want to go here?
I have heard from a few of you back in Illinois that I need to let you all know what I have been up to since I made the trek down to Indy. I thought for a while. Should I do mass emails? No, most people can't stand them, and if you are like me you often delete them. How about mass snail mail? No, gets expensive and is too slow. However, if you are like me you are more prone to read it. As you now know though, I have decided on blogging. I never thought I would do this, but something compels me. Perhaps it is because I miss you all and feel a longing to stay in touch if only it’s through the Reader's Digest view of my life. I can't promise that I will always write or that it will always be entertaining, but I will try to keep communicating. That's the key right?
I will try to get you up-to-date with how the past few months have gone, and what’s happening now. I may even attempt to post a few pictures from time to time. I have to keep it simple though or I’ll stop doing it. If you read and I know you, say hi! If you read and I don’t, introduce yourself. Anyway enough of the niceties on to the good stuff.
I will try to get you up-to-date with how the past few months have gone, and what’s happening now. I may even attempt to post a few pictures from time to time. I have to keep it simple though or I’ll stop doing it. If you read and I know you, say hi! If you read and I don’t, introduce yourself. Anyway enough of the niceties on to the good stuff.
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