Grande, Venti, Stupid and Gay

Well hello there folks. As many of you know, I just arrived in Singapore for a 6 month gig.  And so far I've found a grocery, a CVS like substance and a wine shop.  (aka the staples of life).

As an FYI I'm going to blame all future spelling mistakes on jet lag and pinot noir. Also, I expect forgiveness for the overwhelming cheesiness of this blog's look and feel.  I know as much about technology as an aardvark knows about East Hungarian cabinet making so chill my amigos, chill indeed. More disclaimers to follow no doubt. 

Okay so the name of this blog is The Lonesome Chopstick.  No, I'm not all depressed or anything. Actually, it's quite literal.  I can't use the damn things and thus resort to using just one and stabbing anything that gets in my way.  (keep your hands and feet away from his mouth at all times.)

Anyway, the point of this first entry was to introduce the title, purpose and all that nonsense they teach you in grammar school.  I almost said "theme" but promptly shut up. 

I was struck with an interesting thought (still looking for the guy who threw it).  Actually it was more of a comforting rant than a complete thought, one that I hope explains the title of this entry.

I'll have you know that there are like a million Starbucks in Singapore.  Okay, I can forgive the overall commercialism. After all, I idolized Alex P Keaton  as a boy.  Long live the power tie. Still, it's the general douchebaggery that brings me down.  I traveled around the world only to find the same tree-hugging, novel-writing, mocha-frappa-lapa-chino slurping dickweeds (now there's a term you haven't heard in a while)  that I could see at the corner of "who gives a shit" and "whatever". It's sort of depressing.

On the other hand, it is sort of encouraging.  Maybe we are all not so different. Maybe hazelnut and java beans are the connecting and stabilizing forces of the universe. Couldn't say.  What I can say is that I'm out of chips and vino. 

Talk soon.  Pics of the city to follow.  

Keep dreamin'

RC/TT (most of you know the drill)