Read an article yesterday about which cities will be affected first from climate change. Singapore is one of the earliest.
I guess this explains the ridiculous humidity and heat that we have been experiencing. Makes one long for cooler climates. Perhaps one day we can pack up and flee.
Read about when you’ll be underwater.
What is it about whiskey that makes it the perfect drink to unwind with? I suppose it’s the leisurely sips, the unhurried lifting of the glass, catching a whiff of the scent and that little bit of expectant burn. The lips tingle, the nose stings just in the slightest, and then the flavors burst out on the tongue before this comforting warmth wraps its way into you.
This past year has been filled with a lot of whiskey. Bourbon, rye, grain, scotch, all kinds of whisk(e)y.
Today was one of those stressful days when you need to force yourself to unwind. A glass of whiskey is perfect for that.
Tonight it’s Catoctin Creek Roundstone Rye Cask Proof. 58% alcohol by volume, yet still full of flavor. Can it be described as almost tropical? Coconut, banana, cocoa notes…
May this coming week be good.
It’s January 1 (well, I guess January 2 now) and I was browsing my Facebook feed and saw a video posted by the Orlando Magic NBA basketball team. It capped their top 10 plays of 2014. I used to be a big fan of the NBA but it’s been hard to keep up with the league happenings from Singapore.
I watched the video. It made me think about how much time has passed since I was an Orlando Magic fan. The days of Scott Skiles, Greg Kite, Nick Anderson, Donald Royal, Jeff Turner, etc. Before the Shaq and Penny Hardaway heyday.
If I lived in a major US city I’d probably own season tickets to their basketball team.
Maybe I should look into the Singapore Slingers’ schedule for 2015…
Also titled “SHUT UP AND EAT”
When did food come to represent so much more than food? Whether it’s fast food, junk food, gourmet food, locally-sourced food, aged food, pickled food, deconstructed food, who knows what food…
Just eat. And try to enjoy.
ILLUSTRATION BY MICHAEL GILLETTE
From Douglas Coupland’s book “Marshall McLuhan: You Know Nothing of My Work!”
You are in an airport and the year is 1962. Women around you are dressed nicely. You are wearing a hat. You are a fifty-two-year-old man eating roast beef in an airport restaurant, and the roast beef you are eating is marbled with globs of fat shaped like American states and counties. The air is silky blue with cigarette smoke. There are no black people around you. You are reading newspaper articles about birth control pills and about art being made in New York that uses comic strips and magazine ads as its creative nucleus. The ice in your bourbon is almost entirely melted. Your flight is announced and you go to your gate. You get into your seat, 3A, and the guy seated beside you pinches the stewardess’s butt. She giggles.
You cross a continent.
The car that picks you up at the other end is a machine that pumps large clouds of leaded blue smoke into the air while it idles. All the other cars around you are doing the same thing. None of these cars have seat belts. The sky is brown.
A woman on the sidewalk takes a pill. Pills of all sorts seem so common: amphetamines for people trying to lose weight, elephant-pill barbiturates for those in need of sleep. But your brain is calm. Your brain feels like a cathedral made of brown stone, light beaming in through stained-glass windows. You are witnessing the world, but you are not being affected by it. You are driven to a skyscraper where rich men are paying you thousands of dollars to say pretty much whatever passes through your mind.
I wonder if it’s old age, alcohol, a racing mind, or a combination of the aforementioned that cause these frequent sleepless nights to happen.
At least I’ve been getting better in doing productive, if not mindless things in these early morning hours. (Is it productive getting your daily quota of looking at cat photos done early?)
May is bringing lots of travel. Just returned from Penang, which is a city that contained many pleasant surprises, and soon will go to Bandung, Hong Kong and Kuala Lumpur. Different cities, new projects, all exciting opportunities.
The Secret Mermaid has been well-received, so I’m happy about that. Looks like there is demand and curiosity for American craft alcohol, which is promising for Liberty Spirits Asia. Shinkansen is thrumming along and will soon be in two more locations. Yay for soba and brown rice bowls! We’re revamping the offerings at Tanuki Raw; keeping the much talked about happy hour and refreshing the food items as well as pushing forward with our lunch options. My stalwart, Standing Sushi Bar, should be expanding soon as well.
I need to start exercising again. Had been doing it on an almost daily basis for a month and a half but stopped about two months ago. Various aches and pains have cropped up since then.
I wish Singapore had cooler weather.
Santa Claus is on his way, hopefully pulling something magical out of his sleigh. What is that thing I wish for? A successful start to my new restaurant.
Shinkansen is scheduled to open this Friday after a long delay. After working through a few issues this is the home stretch; I can tell because I haven’t been able to sleep. Lack of sleep combined with a recently bruised rib has made this a somewhat physically strained holiday season.
Our Christmas tree at home looks nice.