The Aggravating Singaporean Tissue Issue
Sure, sure . . . Singapore is that weird place where they hang tourists at the airport on Friday afternoons for any kind of drug possession, but are completely OK with a red light district. [...]
Negotiating A Rent Controlled Buyout
You or someone you know is going through the exquisite pain of negotiating a rent-controlled buyout? I've been through it. Here are a few suggestions. But first . . . a few disclaimers. I am [...]
Giving Up The Bungalow
On June 1st of this year, after fourteen amazing years, I gave up my precious Venice bungalow. One of the only places ever in my life that has felt truly like home. It was the [...]
Labskaused In Hamburg
Today I decided to try what I found described on the internet (Oh, the interwebs!) as a "Hamburg specialty not to be missed, but that was sort of . . . well . . . [...]
Hopping Back On The Merry Go Round
Hi. It's been a long time, friends. I'm hopping back on this merry go round of blogging. Here's what's going on, short version: Matt and I gave up our Venice bungalow on June first of [...]
Blood -N- Guts At Haw Par Villa
My favorite cheesy attraction in Singapore by far is Haw Par Villa (pronounced Whore Paw Villa). As an Ang Mo, of course I love it for the pronunciation of the name alone, but the [...]
The Most Caucasian People In Singapore
My husband and I are *the* most Caucasian People in Singapore right now, I guarantee it. We have traveled to this equatorial city-state to be a part of a very traditional Chinese wedding. (Well, except [...]
99 Problems But A Fucking Brain Squirrel Ain’t One (Anymore!)
I can't be the only one. Ever get a Brain Squirrel? Let's be clear - I'm not talking about squirrel brains, you guys, that's totally gross. And apparently, squirrel brains are an overlooked delicacy, but I [...]
The Day I Almost Ran Over A Banker In My Hooptie-Mobile
These days, everyone hates bankers, but I decided one day to take it a step further. But in my defense, he kinda had it coming. I don't even know his name, but I knew him [...]
My neighbor, Lou Diamond Phillips
Or as I refer to him - to his face - LDP. (He's my buddy, I can get by with that.) It all started some time last year. I was at a storytelling show in [...]