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  hardie karges 8:12 am on August 28, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

  It’s the weirdest thing in the world, 

  the connection between seminal fluid levels, images of femininity, the formation of complex emotions, and the urge to merge them all with the presumably equally mysterious nexus of another, damp with fecundity and erect with possibility. Thus the mystery of Creation, biology begets image begets desire begets biology in a never-ending dance. What’s it like without image? Do dogs get images of the bitches they want to fuck? Do they get any other images? Do they feel emotion? Do they miss their mates? The females will sacrifice everything but their own lives to save that of their offspring, then walk away like nothing happened when the battle is lost and life goes on. Humanity produces sages and saints, masters and magicians, who live and die and devote their lives to tell you nothing more than what you already knew before you got ‘civilized’.

   

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  hardie karges 9:01 am on August 26, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

  Obsession with sex is seen variously as vulgar, nasty, or downright perverted, 

  but it’s definitely good for Evolution. Evolutionary success, after all, means reproductive success, nothing more and nothing less. Species don’t go extinct because of lack of food or water or clothing. They go extinct because they don’t reproduce fast enough. Thus was born the ancient expression “fuck you”. Love is a by-product, industrial waste, a wet spot on the bed, logic used to back-fill a gap in understanding that’ll never be bridged by conventional means. Considering that human populations have sextupled in the last three hundred years, I guess we’re doing pretty well. That ‘love’ shit really worked. Cancel the visual aids. Bring on the birth control. Bring on Islam; bring on the veil; bring on four jet planes flying at the speed of sound crashing headlong into skyscrapers and window-washers uttering oaths of communion to a God they expect to meet any moment now. The guys on the other side of the plane’s front window are saying the same thing, expecting to soon see all the virgins that they couldn’t see in high school, because they were all wearing veils. The God they worship and the Prophet who fingered him have no faces, either. It’s probably better that way. They won’t be able to see the mockery that’s been made of the universal Truths that they stand upon as foundations. When religions are no longer capable of teaching anything and are too flimsy to use as doorstops, they are best utilized as pretexts for good old-fashioned racism. The jihadis never figured that out, or did they? Where does the race lead if not perdition? Everybody can’t win, unless we all tie, bind ourselves to the same God, timeless and eternal, and leave the dirty work to the politicians.

   
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  hardie karges 9:08 am on August 25, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

  Love is one hell of a way to ensure reproduction of the species. 

  You can back-fill the logic later; you can send love letters and postcards, but at the end of the day you’re just planting seeds and watching them grow, plowing fields and digging furrows according to the lay of the land. We all work for the big D here, DNA writ large over the entire field of human endeavor no matter how you spell it, watching and waiting with all the patients in the world. God works in strange ways, the end of all paths, the beginning of all endeavors. God picks up where Ego leaves off, soothing the fried and battered soul, feeding the famished affections. If I could understand it, then it wouldn’t be God.

   
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  hardie karges 9:10 am on August 24, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

  The first word you need to know about driving in Thailand (no, the bird is not a word) 

  
  is MANIACS. The second word you need to know is PRAY. You need more than a good car to drive in Thailand. You need a good religion. Size rules; there is no other law. If some behemoth road machine wants to come down the wrong side of the road, then you have to pull over on somebody’s shoulder and let him pass. If you think you need to teach some incompetent driver a lesson, then first you should go return your car; then you should leave the country, immediately. You’ve been here too long. They say there are worse drivers in the world, but I wouldn’t want to witness it. They say that in Saudi Arabia, if a car wants to pass and you won’t pull over and let him, he’ll bump you, all the while driving at 100mph down the road. If you want to know what a person or a people are like, then ride with them first. Put them behind the wheel of a car and the nicest people in the world might become the world’s biggest assholes immediately, like Jekyll changing his hide. This is better then a Rorschach test.

   
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  hardie karges 10:25 am on August 23, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

  Bangkok is a monster, one of the world’s new mega-cities. 

  
  It’s got all the bad things that go with a big city, and very few of the good. I suppose a lot of Thais without extensive families appreciate the strength in numbers. Thais are scared of ghosts, of their shadows, and ultimately, themselves. The most horrible thing in the world for a Thai is to be alone. When Thais travel, it isn’t a question of how many people go along, it’s a question of how many cars go along. But even though Bangkok is a huge and growing city, Thais tend to not pull up roots to move there. They maintain their roots ‘back home’ even if they don’t live there. If an American went back ‘home’, there’d probably be no one there, not even his parents. Some places are still like that in America, poorer places mostly, but not much. Thailand is changing, too, what with smaller families now.

   
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  hardie karges 10:12 am on August 22, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

  Some pretty sketchy characters wash up on the beach here in Thailand. 

  
  Many of them are running from something ‘back home’, debts mostly of the credit card sort, something which you can only do once in life, on the way out. Many of the middle age ones are just slackers who couldn’t succeed at much and like the odds of finding a pretty young girlfriend here. There are some Trustafarians, but most of those tend to stay down at the beaches rather than up here in the Golden Triangle, which is a bit less glamorous than the hot spots, but not very ‘outback’ really. Up here it’s mostly Brits and Americans and French and Swedes with a smattering of other Europeans and Asians, but down south they get a lot of strange characters, Arabs and Russians and Nigerians and such, some pretty bad dudes as a lot, many of them up to no good. Of course this doesn’t count the Indians and Chinese who are permanent features of Thai history or the Pakistanis and Bangladeshis who come here to do honest work. Many of the Farangs teach English, which is not a lot of money, but good enough for Thailand with its low costs. Others open bars and restaurants if they’ve got money, but they’re competing with Thais there, so it’s hard. In Chiang Mai there’s even a sizeable export community. Thailand could be accused of too much freedom, and it’s debatable. Certainly there doesn’t seem to be much of a plan to things, and the foreign presence is large and growing. Future archaeologists will probably assume that 7-11 was a Thai phenomenon that got carried elsewhere.

   
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  hardie karges 7:49 am on August 21, 2008 Permalink | Reply
  Tags: Madagascar, Thailand ( 82 )   

  Thailand is the last resort for the Space Age tourist. 

  
  This is where you end up when the trip is drawing to a close. This is where you get those Social Security checks sent. I’m not ready for that. Actually, where I’d really like to go is Madagascar. The idea of Asian forebears on the African coast, speaking an Austronesian language without a clue as to why or wherefore, sounds pretty exotic to me. Maybe they’re the ones who brought the bananas that revolutionized African agriculture that allowed a Bantu expansion that ultimately passed them by and hemmed them in. They weren’t the only ones. The Dutch reached Southernmost Africa before the Bantu speakers, as did the Khoisan speakers, but were eventually overwhelmed by them. The Malagasy have had Bantu and Arab admixtures onto their racial origins, but without losing their traditional culture. On the contrary, from what may have been no more than a single maiden voyage, Malagasy culture has diversified into several distinct lineages and languages, while never losing its mutual inter-connections. It is also a laboratory for biology as well as culture, rivaling the Galapagos Islands for the uniqueness of its species.

   
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  hardie karges 8:13 am on August 20, 2008 Permalink | Reply
  Tags: culture ( 21 ), neoteny ( 2 ), Thailand ( 82 )   

  Thailand is in a cultural drift toward neoteny. 

  
  The language is pretty, if vague, and some female TV personalities speak something close to baby talk to make it even prettier. Suffering fools gladly is a way of life here. English is the language of last resorts. Speak slowly and with multiple convictions. English is the language of aggression for use with outsiders. The use of Thai dictates a different level of politeness. Know that silly song you can’t get out of your head? Thais like that silly song, and can mouth most of the words along with the singer. They’ll even clap as the song starts rather than before the song ends to show their approval, since no respectable singer would change the song. Thais worship their kids, especially the males. Their mothers essentially work for them. It goes to their heads, of course, and many never really grow up. Thai male kids are spoiled rotten, indulged to the limit of a family’s resources. As long as the resources are limited, then they turn out okay. When a family’s lot improves and they just shower the extra on their kids, then the kids quickly become accustomed to the new standards and do their best to do as little as possible for most of their lives. Thailand is a nation held together by mutual fears and sticky rice. Fear of ghosts is common, so many Thais sleep with the light on. They are puppies in puppy love, sweet nothings without fire nor fiber, ready to marry up the food chain to further the cause of evolution. Blue-eyed lightning grounds itself in brown-eyed earth, and the rest is history.

   
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  hardie karges 8:54 am on August 18, 2008 Permalink | Reply
  Tags: economy, Thailand ( 82 )   

  Thais are marketing maniacs. 

  
  If you don’t believe me, go look in the psychology department of a local bookstore. You might find Tony Robbins or some erroneous zones, but certainly no Skinner, maybe something old but definitely nothing Jung, maybe some Farang named Floyd, but definitely not Freud. It’s all marketing. The local supermarket raises and lowers prices constantly, obviously not in response to changing costs, but to see at what price they max out their profit, or else just to catch some customers off guard buying a product out of habit without checking the price. Or so I assume. Otherwise they’re just berserk. Welcome to Thailand. Given the average Thai person’s math skills, you could certainly trick a few, for example, by charging more per unit of measurement for a large package than a smaller one, simply because people would expect the opposite. That’s why they require prices to be displayed per unit in America. Thais do it because it works. Invariably, the waiters in the local pizza chain will recommend an unadvertised ‘special’ with hastily blurted details that can’t be confirmed until it’s on your plate. Thais will order it every time. The Asian economic miracle, capitalist or communist, is built on the quiescence of its labor force. There are no strikes here, never have been and never will be. Hell of a miracle. If that’s a miracle, then I’m a prophet, complete with profit. Maybe they’re better off in this trickle-down system, or maybe not. They’re probably better off as long as they specialize in it. If everybody specialized in it, then the competitive advantage wouldn’t be so special, and maybe nobody would be getting ahead, though guys might be getting more of it. Asia is the future, like it or not, human beans in little I-pods. Western individualism is a relic of a bygone era, cowboys and Indians with eyeliner and purple sunsets with orange highlights.

   
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  hardie karges 8:04 am on August 17, 2008 Permalink | Reply
  Tags: sex ( 39 ), Thailand ( 82 )   

  Sell your face to the highest bidder. 

  
  It’s easier than working. Only that would explain why prominent singers and songwriters and playwrights would give it up to play bit roles in Hollywood movies. The only requirement is that you look, uh, interesting. Not all that many actors are really good, anyway, so there’s not much of a standard to meet, just show up. We’re all whores at heart, so it’s just a matter of price. Evolution drives us prettier by sexual selection. That’s where Thailand comes in, the breeding ground between East and West. About the time Western women were saying, “we don’t want to be sex objects any more,” Thai women were saying, “we do!” The rest, of course, is history. Every half-breed Thai is an experiment in genetics and anthropology, living proof that opposites attract.