In search of a dinnertime option last night, Heidi and I explored Bluz (I don’t know, or have any inclination to find out, how to make the solid bar over the letter U in Bluz, but I’d rather pronounce it “bluhs” than “blues” anyhow). And, deciding that it was looking pretty craptastic, we ended up in the South Square area. So, boo-ya, I talked her into Kurama. I love me some Japanese steakhouse.

Check Kurama’s website. There’s a weird little message just under the video tour… very curious.

I am not sure that the human body should be capable of feats of eating like the one I performed last night. The meats alone would have been a stellar meal, but before they were delivered, I had already fattened myself thoroughly on salad, rice, shrimpy bits, veggies… ye gods, Japanese steakhouse meal is simply the finest meal known to man (with the exception, perhaps, of paella at Cafe Espanol).

I could not sleep last night so I stayed up for too many hours trying to add album art to the id3 tags on my mp3s. I’m using iTunes– now in anticipation of the iPod that’s been processing for 8 days!– so I’m having a hard time finding a good utility that will add album art all at once, rather than asking me to find the art for each album individually. The MusicMatch super tagging seemed like it might do the trick– I always hated how slow and inefficient it was, but it did seem to do some things well… but once I got it loaded up, I found that it didn’t really recognize a lot of things that iTunes had tagged, and it just wasn’t quite worth the effort.

So, I may not bother tagging songs with the appropriate album art. Or will do it a little at a time.

I did tag about 70 live Wilco songs and a live Shins show, so that stuff shows up nicely now. Hot dog.

I didn’t sleep until 4 AM, doing all of this stuff. It seemed important in the wee hours; it seems like an utter waste of brainpower now. I should have been reading.

So I did some reading this morning, checking out a book I had picked up on sale. Derek Kirk Kim’s Same Difference and Other Stories. Seriously, check this book out. Some of the collected shorts at the back aren’t amazing, though the autobiographical one of Kim being ass-raped with a broom by God and Korean women was a winner (I’m serious). The real gem is the feature story, which is a wonderful story about coincidence, revisiting all of those high school hurts, and coming to terms with the fact that you may not have done everything you thought you would do in life, and you can still be happy.

Kim’s website is worth checking out; you can read some things, including Same Difference, in their entirety:

But seriously, spend the $12.95 on the book from Top Shelf.