Singapore Sling

So I am sitting here at the Ritz Carlton hotel in Singapore contemplating what will be my next step in life, and also privately weighing how good of an idea it is to publicly opine on such questions, especially as part of a first-time blog entry. The issues at stake are large. School or job? Hong Kong or Singapore? Love or money? Well, that last one isn't really in question, I just thought it sounded cool. Big questions with weighty implications.

And at the same time I run through these internal cost-benefit computations I have decided to start a blog. I must admit that the man-journal with which I typically funnel my excess thought - read insecurities, self-delusions and occasional predictions- is more than a little jealous. Perhaps it's just pissed that I am able to type so much faster than I am able to pen by hand, though it would be a lie to say that something isn't lost in the ever variable yet consistently inelegant style of my handwriting.

I am worried that I have become soft in the stupor brought on by the twin threats of unemployment-induced diminished commitment and reduced responsibility, and maybe the task of (daily) writing is just the sort of discipline to keep the mind sharp and the senses acute. I have become excited about reading again, and am currently in the middle of four books actually. In truth, I just finished the worst one about an hour ago. It would see my predilection for saving the best for last also shows itself in my literary pursuits.

But back to the main question of next steps. I will have a lot of time to think about these things on the plane, so perhaps it is premature to jump ahead and put things on virtual paper now. The good news is that I'm sure no one will read this, and I imagine that even if published, such writing could be amended, though I haven't read the fineprint on this point. But who doesn't change their mind from time to time?