Been busy these days immersing myself in American craft spirits for an upcoming project. It’s fun; who doesn’t like a few drinks in the name of research? Even better when you have a proclivity for drinking.
Anyway, while waiting for some other folks to get ready I’m alone at home drinking a Widow Jane Rye Whiskey and listening to The Byrds. How much more American can you get?
My favorite restaurant of the trip so far. A no-name diner at the corner of 12th & Broadway at the edge of San Diego’s downtown. Ate there 3 days in a row. There’s something comforting about greasy diner food and unassuming places.
I’ve been out of Singapore for 20 days now. I think this is the longest trip I’ve had in… 10 years? Since moving to Singapore. Up, down, all around… in these 20 days I’ve been to New York City, San Diego, Anchorage, Portland, New York (again), and am now sitting in my toasty London hotel.
This must be what it feels like on those packaged tours that lead you through a city almost every day. It’s a whirlwind of packing, airports, security lines, airplanes, taxis, trains, and hotels. Throw in the random restaurants that have taken over as tourist sights and all I see are variations of the same thing in different cities. It goes to show how similar the world really is. Or at least the yuppie traveling that I am doing…
Using Yelp and friends I have recommendations of places to eat and things to see pouring out the wazoo… in a way I feel like the day of just wandering around and stumbling on things is almost over. Now I’m perpetually looking at Google Maps to figure out how to get to my next stop and pre-occupied with a restaurant’s Yelp tips. Aargh! I should break myself of this.
Miss the Superbowl? Well mashable has the most important part – all the Superbowl commercials in one place!
My favorite one is the Ferris Bueller “remake” which Honda did.
“Will wonders never cease? I look at those stars and I pluck them from the sky, and flick them at you like diamonds, like seeds.” – Eleanor Rigby: A Novel, by Douglas Coupland
Oh Charlie Brown, where have you gone?
There are few things as delicious as a roast pig.
Crispy skin, juicy fat, tender meat. Yummy in my tummy.
This is how we celebrate my dad’s birthday
The pig above is is “lechon” (suckling pig). One of my favorite types is crispy pata. Both ways common in the Philippines.
I was browsing through my blog, looking at old entries (is this similar to typing one’s name into a search engine?), and this one caught my eye.
Blue line to Wonderland
I think about how life was a year ago. Happy hours, video games, and a general carefree lifestyle. Perhaps not the most fulfilling activities but enjoyable.
Travel has started again. Taiwan last week, Japan next week, Seattle in June, and perhaps a stop or two in New York or Europe. There’s something calming about being in transit.
I went for drinks, a lot of beer. It was a hard day. I got home and went into the elevator; a lady stepped in too. Her perfume smelled good. It was late at night, perhaps awkward to start conversation. I wanted to ask her where she had been, what she was doing, why did she wear this perfume? Instead, as neighbors do, we stood in the elevator silently. I fiddled with my phone and tried to download e-mail. Connections never work in an elevator.
Blind hope and good luck
The Alchemist is a farce
Paulo Coelho lies