Sushi in North Dakota

Heading off an a weekend adventure we stooped in Bismark to have dinner at Koby Sushi and Hibachi Grill. Dinner for two with 18 pieces of sushi and a house roll, add a spicy yellow tail roll and two waters and we were in heaven. Others there on a Thursday night included casual families and 20 somethings dressed to go to the club and slightly drunk hanging out in the bathroom. Slightly expensive, total of $50 for the two of us, but we were stuffed full of good sushi when done. Not a sushi choice if you are a sushi lover from one of the large sushi communities of the world, but really quite good for being in the middle of North Dakota! Recommend it =)

Check Them out here:

http://kobescuisinegroups.net/

Dickinson Housing Resource List

Found this today and thought others might find it helpful!

Dickinson ND Housing Resource Guide

Creating Adventure in Dickinson ND

Feeling like a superstar sitting in front of the T-Rex plaza watching hipsters was the start of my adventure. Meeting two friends we got Chinese take out and walked over to the heritage park, where we ate dinner in the pavilion. Crossing 22 again we returned our leftovers to our cars and wondered into the gas station to get drinks. I found blue dads cream soda = WIN. After a check out ordeal, including some girl who did not work there ringing us up, failing at that and turning off all the gas pumps the real employee came in and we were quickly on our way. Slipping behind the station we lit up some sparklers and headed downtown.

First stop was the end of alive at 5, second the esquire club with their high quality collection of bras on the ceiling, 3rd the ROCK where we snagged a guys two songs on the juke box and headed on our way. Walking back to the T-Rex plaza we dipped into a door way and got our sparklers on again. A few blocks latter we lit off some fire works at a church, than a private home and finally a back court yard of a retirement center. Dashing across 22 for a final time we parted ways and went home.


Nothing amazing, but a lovely night to walk, several locations and simple pleasures created a perfect weeknight adventure in Dickinson ND.

Sunday Adventure

After a weekend of weather other than planned around 3pm the sun was out in every direction but north and Hilary grabbed our suits, towels and watermelon jumped into her purple 1998 sedan. The adventure started less than a mile from our house where we stooped to put oil in her car. Neither of us are very car savvy and could not get the oil cap off, within 3 minuets we had a handsome cowboy at our aid. He made quick work of the oil cap and with a few stolen glances by all of us, we had oil in her car and were on our way.


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Passing through some intense construction along Hwy 94. The westbound side was compleatly closed for around 12 miles and the entire road is being removed and rebuilt, thus the eastbound side has become one lane with the traditional passing lane becoming the westbound lane. Not too bad on a Sunday but I cannot imagine having to pass along this during a high traffic time.

We found ourselves at Schnell Recreation Area, which on the map looked to have a lake near by, however we drove around the camping area and found no such lake,  but it is well maintained campsites if you are looking to camp for a night or two.

Continuing on we plunged into the North Dakota back roads venturing further and further from the interstate system. The gravel keeping our pace leisurely, the utter absence of traffic and the sparse farm buildings calmed our minds and spirits. Beauty in abundance we let the hills guide us, pastures of brilliant greens, thousands of birds, adorable calf's, cuddly sheep and even a fox were our companions as we slowly sought first a lake, than civilization and finally ice cream.

Picturesque farms keep our companionship till we found a paved Hwy 8. Worried about the closed overpasses along Interstate 94 we headed north to see where this drive would take us. Reaching 200 we knew that everything had changed, trucks, power lines and greed took over the landscape and we rushed towards Killdeer, passing through Hayliday, Dunn Center, past Lake Ilo and into the edge of the Bakken storm.

Our quest for civilization had brought into the cuffs of mordor, where getting ahead is possible in a nation that is failing however the price is your community, history, environment and soul. Drawn in by this striking reality and the illustrious potential of ice cream we entered the once quaint town of Killdeer. Ice cream was found and highly satisfying in a sea of clay caked, exhausted laboring men.

Our serenity from the traditional North Dakota quickly dispelled into a conflicted inner panic about our existence in this patch, the inherent desires that the cash flow creates and the self hate that develops with the liquid gold.

Finishing our creamy treats we headed south on hwy 22 home to Dickinson. The cows remained delightful and the dragged landscape of the Killdeer area brought us glimpses of potential till the heavy traffic, long days and burring pumps escorted us back to our apartment.

Refreshed, confused and longing we concluded our Sunday adventure, glad for the opportunity and experience.

Closed Minded Rant

I don’t like those who are closed minded. My religious beliefs are to include everyone and exclusion is against my religion. I desire to live in a community where all people are accepted and children have the opportunity to interact with all types of people who are open-minded and inclusive.

As a nation we need to stand up pull our heads out of our ass and stop blanket hatred from becoming: legal, social acceptable or even something that is worth a discussion. Hatred is wrong.

You say to me; “I feel uncomfortable in my own community with GBLT couples”

I respond; “it’s against my religion to exclude people, and your being exclusive is against what I believe in”

You say to me; “it’s against my religion to allow abortion clinics to operate, and I won’t financially support it”

I respond; “I feel uncomfortable in my own community with closed minded individuals like you”

You say to me; “I want to children to be safe at school and girls’ wearing the Hijab makes them feel unsafe”

I respond; “I desire to have all children be given the opportunity to accept all people and not be ingrained with negative cultural and religious sentiment in the schools”

If we as a country are going to allow exclusion and hatred to become legal it is time we look at what is important to us and recognize that a law banning “This” is as ridiculous as “That”.

This	That
The wearing of a cross to school	The wearing of a Hijab to school
Heterosexual couples from marriage	Homosexual couples from marriage
Men from having vasectomies	Women from having abortions
Mandating everyone always carry proof of citizenship	Mandating all aliens always carry proof of registration

Someone Is Going To Die Out On The Roads Up Here . . .

Posted on December 29, 2011 by Jim Fuglie

Somehow, yesterday, when I posted my Weekenders report on this blog, I missed the second half of an e-mail sent to me by a Williston friend. I feel badly, because the most poignant parts were missing. So I’m going to reprint his e-mail in its entirety today. Here it is. There’s nothing I could add to this that would make his point any more effectively.

Here is the problem—-far too many things do not get reported.  We hear of all these sexual assaults but never read a word about it.  People know it is happening.  Talk to any person that works at social services about what they now see happening in the community.  Never a word is printed.  All of the assaults and fights with injuries—old news that is not worth printing anymore.  Fights every weekend at bars that require medical services.  A huge number of “hit and runs” HUGE number, Huge.  Never a word. 

Out of state license plates are everywhere.  Drive through any apartment parking lot and it is all out of state.  My neighbors still have WA plates after 15 months—and those are expired.  A huge percentage of workers that can’t pass a drug test with one company, but are hired by another. There are a lot of people that believe the city wants a lot of things kept quiet as to not alarm people, but also not to let too many negative things out there.  We all know many of our “city fathers” and local politicians are making a ton of money as long as this continues.

Then there are the everyday issues.  Try to get any type of medical treatment. Hope you do not have an accident because the body shops are 2 to 3 months out. Oil change, a couple weeks wait.  Motel rooms are non-existent.  Families that have some sort of tragedy and have relatives come, no place for them to stay—makes for a pleasant experience when they have to pile in a relative’s house and sleep on the floor the night before a funeral.  Day to day life is like no place else.   We sure are glad our state has a surplus. 

I would like to see our state politicians come to Williston on their own dime, find their own lodging, need some medical care, and have a car problem.  Not be shuttled around by the mayor and council.  Oh, and when they are driving they can see the nasty looking mancamps, the disgusting disregard for how our landscape has been trashed, trucks everywhere, the 350 vehicles they will meet between Alexander and Williston which is 24 miles.  We never see a deer or pheasant anymore.  Stories from drivers that have a contest to see just how many deer they can hit. Destroyed roads.  The land has been destroyed–it is not the scenic place it has been for ages.  Sad. 

Worst of all, snow today and tomorrow, which means someone is going to die out on the roads up here.

Wish this kind of stuff would make the Herald but do not expect that to happen.  Surplus is good for some, but the impact sure is expensive.  

Finding those voices more inline with my own ... http://theprairieblog.areavoices.com/2011/12/29/someone-is-going-to-die-out-on-the-roads-up-here/