My buddy Tim M. send me this picture, and with it my dream has died an ugly and premature death. My dream of chorks. Of transforming the world of culinary implements.
You’ve heard me talk about the chorks time and time again — my idea to create chopsticks with tiny forks on their ends.
Well, it appears that some crafty sonofabitch in Thailand has beaten me to the punch. A friend of Tim’s wife Lia brought these bad boys back from Siam. My spirit is utterly crushed. Goodbye chorks. Would that I had created you first. (Although, there’s this: what’re the chances that the Thai entrepreneur who manufactured these things has prior art?)
2 replies on “On Chorks and Dreams Deferred”
“Forpstiks” is good, Holladay. So is “forksticks.” Ah, well. Sic transit gloria.
I would have called them “forpsticks”