If one's writing makes a statement about one's personality (and if it doesn't, what could possibly?), I wonder what mine says about me. When we brought our drafts to Writing class on Tuesday, I nervously glanced around at the stacks of paper everyone else bore--- mine was barely half a page. Perhaps it's that I'm immensely lazy ;) and a huge procrastinator, but this is very typical of my papers. I struggle to make word limits. After a few short paragraphs, I usually feel I've said all I need to say. When I edit my writing, it tends to stay the same length or perhaps grow shorter still.


In this particular assignment, though, I can claim it was for the effect---- I'm fine if I keep on choosing topics that require this writing style :). I wrote it on--- well, you'll see. Another thing about my writing is that I can only think of anything to write at all if it's a topic that's dear to my heart :)


My favorite Japanese restaurant at home is small and quaint, warmly lit by hanging square wooden lanterns. The decor is simple and clean, the booths separated by wood and semi-transparent paper frames; paintings of fish and birds line the walls. The air of the restaurant is rich with the smell of sake and teriyaki sauce and the mirth of pleasant company. The pink fish, white rice, and green vegetables, of various textures, come arranged elegantly and strikingly contrasted against the partitions of the smooth black bento. The taste of the food is delicate— not too strongly flavored, but settling in your mouth after a few moments. The atmosphere of the place seems to put a spell on the unwitting customers— who pick up and eat small bites of food with their chopsticks, raise their bowls gently to their lips and sip, and are too complacent to do more than smile in gentle agreement. It transforms the commonplace act of eating into a ritualistic work of art.


If you've been to Little Tokyo in Jackson, MS, you can tell me if this is an accurate description or not :).