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  hardie karges 9:15 am on August 13, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

  Thais love uniforms and by extension, uniformity. 

  Greasy spoon cooks wear the little white top hat as a badge of honor in a proud profession. Dollar-a-day rent-a-cops wear uniforms designed to scare no one but maybe get a phone number from a real live girl. But the Council of Ministers to the Premier take the cake, literally the wedding cake. Their photo-ops look like the cover to Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band. Crowley’s in the picture if you look hard enough. Hey, Crowley’s in every picture if you look hard enough.

   

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  hardie karges 9:06 am on August 12, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

  Asians have a real problem admitting fault, 

  
  as if that implies a loss of face, as if it weren’t normal for people to make constant mistakes, as if things weren’t constantly in flux, molecules in motion making imperfect connections. There is no centrality in Thai, linguistically or culturally. Everything is related only to what immediately preceded it. It’s like contact improvisation in dance, bodies making contact, then going through motions appropriate to the encounter. Sounds like Thailand to me. Much of the problem with Thailand is that everything’s a joke. That’s the way they like it, notwithstanding the fact that somebody has to do the work for the rest to have fun. The weird thing is that Farangs here fall into the same mentality, though admittedly many were already close. They come here and listen to the false flattery of the self-styled demimondaines and courtesans, and it all goes to their heads. Each one is convinced that the women all love him, and only him, despite all evidence to the contrary. Thailand can work wonders for undernourished egos. You can imagine what sort of men this attracts. The wonder is that it actually attracts many intelligent respectable men also, usually in retirement. By defining my needs carefully, and nailing the language, I’ve made it work for me beyond expectations. The best revenge is success.
   
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  hardie karges 7:26 am on August 11, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

  Thais have a superiority complex, with no basis in reality. 

  They’re probably not the only ones. Educationally they lie close to the bottom of an uninspiring heap. The bottom ten percent of Asian countries is not a pretty group. They need to feel like they can speak our language, but we can’t speak theirs, to prop up fragile egos and a culture that tends to over-compensate as a nation for its own low individual self-esteem. Nevertheless, it taught me one of the most important lessons of life: if you want to get ahead, then you gotta’ leave others behind. It’s a rule of life, no exceptions. The higher you go, the more that people will try to drag you down. It’s village Communism, survival of the fattest and reduction to the saddest. The saddest part is that it’s those closest to you that are most anxious to hold you back. Strangers will pretty much take you at face value. It’s as if the notion of ‘progress’ as in ‘progressions’ were totally lacking. You’re stuck at whatever level you first showed up at. True friends want you to progress. Keep them. Ditch the rest.

   
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  hardie karges 2:00 pm on August 10, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

  Half of learning any language is anticipation of what is to come. 

  Some people are experts at that. They finish your sentences for you. While hardly anything compares with that for annoyance, it is a useful lesson in language acquisition. Knowing the context of conversation and anticipating what is to come next is crucial. So part of the ability to speak any language lies in knowing the culture of which it’s a part. Unfortunately the locals don’t always want you to learn their language. That’s why learning Thai was the hardest thing I ever did in my life, not the difficulty of the language itself, not learning how to correctly mispronounce all the English loanwords they absorb like dirty dishwater, not the dreaded tones. The hardest part was the disbelief and sometimes even outright hostility of the people themselves, as if they were diminished by my success, as if they could prove the complexity of their language and, by extension, their mentality, by simply refusing to acknowledge me. Of course, they proved just the opposite.

   
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  hardie karges 7:42 am on August 9, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

  The old school of travel carries no book, 

  
  but learns the language of the country explored. That gets hard in SE Asia with 6-8 different languages and scripts. Show me an easy language and I’ll show you someone who doesn’t speak it. The most important part of speaking any language is being able to fake every language. Language is not hard science; you’re only as good as your partner will let you be. Welcome to Thailand and the Farang Uncertainty Principle (FUP). You’ll never know what it’s really like here because your presence changes everything. This is the matrix, your womb, your final resting-place in an imploding universe rewinding. No one gets out of here alive.

   
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  hardie karges 7:49 am on August 8, 2008 Permalink | Reply
  Tags: conception, love ( 49 ), Thailand ( 76 )   

  Immaculate Conception my ass; 

  
  more like Brilliant Idea on Mary’s part, I reckon. Joseph never went to Thailand, so he doesn’t know how this works. Somebody else has all the fun and he gets stuck with the bill. The poor guy didn’t even have money for a camel. I guess the Romans didn’t let much military technology get into the hands of Jews right about then. I guess they were still a novelty then, too. Camels were the last major animal to be domesticated. Ancient Egypt didn’t have them. Muhammad did. I digress. A massage girl did that to me once, a good girl mind you, not a prostitute. Well, she cozies up to me all of a sudden as if it were waiting to happen all along. For better or worse, I had to leave the country within the week, so no time to get serious (Th. see liat), put it in the oven and set the timer. Well, when I got back a couple months later, she was round as a beach ball. Judging the dates, I’d saw she definitely knew she was pregnant when she all of a sudden became attracted to me. What kind of protection do you wear against this?

   
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  hardie karges 7:45 am on August 7, 2008 Permalink | Reply
  Tags: Family ( 6 ), history ( 42 ), Thailand ( 76 )   

  Asians love the past 

  and the things they have no control over, like family, DNA. Asia loves the past, and so tries to bury it under fresh concrete. The things you love are a heavy burden; they hold you back. Westerners love the future, freedom, and choice. So we preserve the past in art and architecture; otherwise we’d have none. Our families are scattered and strewn, battered and blown, by dare and design, by work and quirk. The reasons don’t always rhyme. My wife Tang doesn’t understand that we don’t have ‘homelands’, a place of birth with an extensive nuclear family radiating outward. Hell, we don’t even have a word for it. It took me ten minutes to think of ‘homeland’ and now I feel like an apartheid sympathizer. The only thing radiating outward from our nuclear families is fallout. The only part of the US that’s similar is the Deep South, with its second and third cousins twice removed. In Thailand it’s not just feudal; it’s Biblical. A few years ago before Thailand got fully off its butt and on to its computerized system, everyone had to go back ‘home’ to vote, that is, back to from where they came, like Joseph and Mary going home for Christmas, riding a donkey, carrying somebody else’s baby.

   
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  hardie karges 7:34 am on August 6, 2008 Permalink | Reply
  Tags: entertainment ( 3 ), Thailand ( 76 )   

  Thai waitresses will ask you if you want more beer 

  when the bottle’s empty, not the glass you’re drinking from. That’ll help you lose count, for sure. I still can’t figure out what that final cube of ice riding on top of the glass is for, I guess to clean your upper lip so that nothing suspicious drips into the glass. It’s hard to drink with an ice cube up your nostril, though there it is, every time. The East loves conformity and predictability every bit as much as the West loves diversity and individualism. In Thailand audiences clap when a performer begins a song, and usually know every word that comes out of the human jukebox’s mouth. Only in a large show would a performer be expected to do a set of his own choosing. Thai ‘artists’ delight in reproducing a picture in its exact detail as if a human camera, while most non-representational work looks stiff and forced, derivative, that is, copied. To copy from a photograph would evoke abject horror in any art class in the Western world. In the Night Bazaar in Chiang Mai, they take center stage.

   
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  hardie karges 8:02 am on August 5, 2008 Permalink | Reply
  Tags: Thailand ( 76 )   

  In Thailand sheets go on top of the bed, 

  
  so you can find them, I guess. Or maybe they’re just proud of them, especially if there’s two. It’s hard to find a matching set. That’s no problem for hotels; they just use basic white and forego the contoured edges. For domestic use, the set is usually a contoured sheet and a matching blanket. The blanket usually gets folded on the end of the bed. Why do you need a blanket in Thailand in the first place? Hey, it gets cold up here in the Triangle! Actually it DOES get cool for a few months in the winter, cold enough that you’re glad to see it go. There’s no house heat, remember. Of course, if I turn on the fan at night, then Tang’s deep under the covers, while I’m on top of it all, crack to the breeze.

   
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  hardie karges 8:25 am on August 4, 2008 Permalink | Reply
  Tags: Thailand ( 76 )   

  In Thailand refrigerators are more like crispers, 

  
  coolers, or cupboards than food preservation devices. Potato chips go straight into the refrigerator, while fresh eggs might never. Tang and her son Jeng frequently eat something sweet before a meal, following up with potato chips afterward. Leftovers go straight into the pie-safe (remember those? Neither do I, but all my exes were antique buffs), never a fridge. Did I mention that Tang had TB when I met her? I’ve accused her of looking for a Farang to take care of her family after her imminent death, but she denies it. Fortunately, with Farangs come cures. I spent one hour on the Internet and correctly diagnosed what three Thai doctors had missed. She’s now had enough AIDS tests to last a lifetime, though. Thais like easy answers, magic pills that cure everything, at once and forever.