I just came back from an interview up North. It was a pretty good drive both ways, I thanked God that I wasn't stuck in traffic at all and that, I didn't have to resort to slapping myself to stay awake, as I have had to do on previous long drives. The interview itself was pretty decent. I think my faculty interviewer liked me enough, though for 10 nerve-wracking minutes, I had to ramble on and on just to "tell a little about myself." I also had a student interview by this Taiwanese Asian kid. He seemed a bit tired, he explained it was his second interview for the day. Anyway, I had the feeling I didn't knock his socks off, but hopefully he liked me well enough to reocmmend a green light. Such power in the hands of the little ones. I probably should have tried to squeeze more of a connection with him regarding Taiwan, falling back on good ol' common ground, but something told me that he wouldn't fall for it.
The night before I had dinner at this awesome sushi place called 1225 Raw. or maybe it's just called Raw. Anyway, I can't recall the name exactly, because it was soo freakin' cold last night that once I was outside, my mind began chanting, "must get inside must get inside" in an obsessive liturgy. The special sushi rolls were fantastic though and my palate was greatly pleased. I also enjoyed the ambiance. The only thing I disliked was the so-called "mochi" dessert at the end, which is by now, the epitome of clicheville for Asian consumers. Maybe it's still suppose to shock and awe the rest of America.
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