For Christmas I bought Judy a Sony speaker that sits on the counter. She can sit her iPad on it, or her new iPhone, and it plays stations like Pandora or specific radio stations that have apps for them. She uses it all the time now, and it has replaced the temperamental and scratchy wireless system we have been using in the house for all these past years. I consider this a major step forward. It plays loud if you want it to, or quiet. The quality is excellent, and the ambience it creates is wonderful. The best thing is that the sound is exactly where you want it to be - in the kitchen.
Tonight I went to Costco and bought a pair of speakers that are the size of large eggs. They pop up and sit there, making a tremendous sound absolutely belying their size. They are amazing. They have internal batteries that power them, and they plug into the iPad (not Bluetooth) but expand the sound and the sound quality in an unbelievable manner. I'm listening to them now as I write this. Yikes, this is cool. Headphones are cool, but ambient sound is also cool. I'm listening to Pandora and the songs are exactly what I like. Technology is working for me tonight...
Monday, January 14, 2013
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Holiday Letters
I wrote an introduction to a Holiday Letter that we did not end up using. As I was putting this down in writing I felt the spirit move in my fingers, and what I ended up with was not particularly what I started out to create. It went something like this:
If I am writing a letter that describes what my family and I have been doing for the past year and sending it to "family and friends" that have not been interested enough in me to try looking at my Facebook postings or reading my blog, then why am I bothering? If you want to know what is happening with people today you have multiple avenues to reach them, either actively with an email or phone call here and there to ask them how they are doing, or passively through participating in shared environments like Facebook, blogging, and many others. My Holiday Letter seems to disrupt this status quo by forcing you to read about me even if you have not been interested in doing so.
What should I write about? If you have been following me and my life you know about the big stuff, and likely about the little stuff, too. What's left to write about?
This brings to mind the old Bert and I skit where Bert returns home after an absence and his friend tells him "There really is no news, except that I should tell you that your dog died." As the story unfolds, the dog died from eating the dead horse flesh, which died in the fire that destroyed the barn, which caught fire from sparks that flew from the house, that caught on fire from the candles that were burning around the casket, which held the beloved Aunt that died, who died when she heard the news about your Uncle, etc. A perfect Shaggy Dog story that never has to end. It does finally end when he says, "Other than that, there is no news!"
Well, my dog died, but all that other stuff didn't happen!
If I am writing a letter that describes what my family and I have been doing for the past year and sending it to "family and friends" that have not been interested enough in me to try looking at my Facebook postings or reading my blog, then why am I bothering? If you want to know what is happening with people today you have multiple avenues to reach them, either actively with an email or phone call here and there to ask them how they are doing, or passively through participating in shared environments like Facebook, blogging, and many others. My Holiday Letter seems to disrupt this status quo by forcing you to read about me even if you have not been interested in doing so.
What should I write about? If you have been following me and my life you know about the big stuff, and likely about the little stuff, too. What's left to write about?
This brings to mind the old Bert and I skit where Bert returns home after an absence and his friend tells him "There really is no news, except that I should tell you that your dog died." As the story unfolds, the dog died from eating the dead horse flesh, which died in the fire that destroyed the barn, which caught fire from sparks that flew from the house, that caught on fire from the candles that were burning around the casket, which held the beloved Aunt that died, who died when she heard the news about your Uncle, etc. A perfect Shaggy Dog story that never has to end. It does finally end when he says, "Other than that, there is no news!"
Well, my dog died, but all that other stuff didn't happen!
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
I feel like a modern poem is inside me...
I thought I would write a poem or two tonight...
I had my iPad out in front of me at the desk, with my leftover dinner heated up in the microwave downstairs in this Howard Johnson hotel in Salem, Oregon. My intent was to take this free time between 7 and 10 pm and do something useful with it.
But before I start, let me check my email. Several new ones, some that require responding. OK, that will only take a couple of minutes. There, done. Now I should check Facebook, because I haven't all day... Several new postings, but nothing important. What's this? An IM from my son about his interview at Microsoft today? Things went well, but no offer yet. Damn. We share several messages back and forth as though we were on the phone, but of course it is the new way to communicate, through the fingers instead of using the tongue. Whatever. OK, let's start..
Wait, a familiar "bling" and another email is in. Better check that, and it is from my salesman in Bangkok who is up and at it in the morning of tomorrow. My tonight is his tomorrow morning, of course, and he has questions about the messages I sent him from work today. Better answer them now so he can be productive with his day and I don't have to deal with them tomorrow, my time. He is obviously up and at his computer because as soon as I send one message he responds with 2 more, and here we are off in a conversation about his projects and my recent visit to Thailand. What should we tell this customer, and how can we move that project along, and what about the problem we are having with this installation down here, and so forth. Normal communications within companies all over the world, and in this case it really is global in scope. 14 hours difference in time zones is just about as bad as it gets. There is no common "good time" for us both.
What time is it? Time to call Judy and get caught up on the day. How about FaceTime, she on her iPad and me on my iPhone? It turns out she is just back from a dinner out and is ready to talk. We get things set up and we chat for about a half hour with the cats wandering through the camera's range from time to time. Both cats, which is unusual. I think Judy's voice and stationary pose draws them in. They don't respond to my voice even when I do the normal kitty, kitty stuff we all do. Apparently the ability to understand FaceTime takes some sort of higher brain function that cats don't have. Maybe the guys at Apple need to work on making the interface even more simplistic?
We end our conversation and I see that there are several new emails, including ones from Thailand. It takes only a few minutes to dispatch these. The wine is having an effect at this point and if nothing else, my will to be creative and write the poems I had in mind is fading. It is not gone, but it is fading.
"Bling", and new emails are in. Judy has taken my advice and checked my blogs which I updated earlier this evening. She has commented which generates an email for me. OK, now she is up to date not only on the things we talked about in our phone conversation but also with the things I put in the blog which are beyond normal topics of discussion. My "Inner Voice" which drives me to write the blog in the first place has been absorbed by her and she has processed it and responded. Good. Now she is really up to speed with where I am and what I am thinking. No response is necessary this time so I just read them and smile.
So, now it is 10:21 and I am finally ready to write a poem. What was it going to be about, I wonder?
How about, "How does technology today impact our free time?"
Yea, that sounds about right.
I had my iPad out in front of me at the desk, with my leftover dinner heated up in the microwave downstairs in this Howard Johnson hotel in Salem, Oregon. My intent was to take this free time between 7 and 10 pm and do something useful with it.
But before I start, let me check my email. Several new ones, some that require responding. OK, that will only take a couple of minutes. There, done. Now I should check Facebook, because I haven't all day... Several new postings, but nothing important. What's this? An IM from my son about his interview at Microsoft today? Things went well, but no offer yet. Damn. We share several messages back and forth as though we were on the phone, but of course it is the new way to communicate, through the fingers instead of using the tongue. Whatever. OK, let's start..
Wait, a familiar "bling" and another email is in. Better check that, and it is from my salesman in Bangkok who is up and at it in the morning of tomorrow. My tonight is his tomorrow morning, of course, and he has questions about the messages I sent him from work today. Better answer them now so he can be productive with his day and I don't have to deal with them tomorrow, my time. He is obviously up and at his computer because as soon as I send one message he responds with 2 more, and here we are off in a conversation about his projects and my recent visit to Thailand. What should we tell this customer, and how can we move that project along, and what about the problem we are having with this installation down here, and so forth. Normal communications within companies all over the world, and in this case it really is global in scope. 14 hours difference in time zones is just about as bad as it gets. There is no common "good time" for us both.
What time is it? Time to call Judy and get caught up on the day. How about FaceTime, she on her iPad and me on my iPhone? It turns out she is just back from a dinner out and is ready to talk. We get things set up and we chat for about a half hour with the cats wandering through the camera's range from time to time. Both cats, which is unusual. I think Judy's voice and stationary pose draws them in. They don't respond to my voice even when I do the normal kitty, kitty stuff we all do. Apparently the ability to understand FaceTime takes some sort of higher brain function that cats don't have. Maybe the guys at Apple need to work on making the interface even more simplistic?
We end our conversation and I see that there are several new emails, including ones from Thailand. It takes only a few minutes to dispatch these. The wine is having an effect at this point and if nothing else, my will to be creative and write the poems I had in mind is fading. It is not gone, but it is fading.
"Bling", and new emails are in. Judy has taken my advice and checked my blogs which I updated earlier this evening. She has commented which generates an email for me. OK, now she is up to date not only on the things we talked about in our phone conversation but also with the things I put in the blog which are beyond normal topics of discussion. My "Inner Voice" which drives me to write the blog in the first place has been absorbed by her and she has processed it and responded. Good. Now she is really up to speed with where I am and what I am thinking. No response is necessary this time so I just read them and smile.
So, now it is 10:21 and I am finally ready to write a poem. What was it going to be about, I wonder?
How about, "How does technology today impact our free time?"
Yea, that sounds about right.
Salem Reflections
With the beautiful summer weather now a fading memory, the fall rains have started to fall and I've even seen snow on Mt. Pilchuck down nearly to the bottom. Over the weekend the snow level fell to 2,500 feet, low enough to remind us all that winter is real, and is just around the corner. I need to get the Blizzak's out and ready for installation on the trusty Prius.
Here in Salem the rain is falling and the temperatures are cool. I'm wearing the pullover nylon tops I favor at home when the house is cool during the day. In the office the temperatures are OK and I take it off, but when I am out and about it is a comfort, and here in the room I leave the window open a bit to let in the cooler evening air. It helps me sleep. This week I am at the Howard Johnson's, selected on Hotwire.com for $35/nite, with an all-in price of $135 for 3 nights. The room is spartan but clean, the shower is hot, and they serve a breakfast that includes cereal and a banana which are my favorites. I tell Judy that I live like a monk when I am here, and that is almost literally true. A monk might have more to do in the evenings than I do.
Last night was Monday, the day of the last Presidential Debate. I watched it. The pundits on NPR today confided that Obama supporters thought he did well, and Romney supporters felt their candidate also did well. If that is true then all it really showed was people's ignorance about the Middle East in terms of the geo-political and geographic relationships there, and how impotent the USA is in affecting lasting change there. Obama was the better of the two, and seemed Presidential in his command of the facts and actions taking place there. But he would. I have been in this position before: a Republican candidate scares me with his conservatism and naivete, but when elected the mantles of the office are so constraining that he is actually rather limited in his ability to make changes. It is true on both sides - Democratic Presidents have the same problem. It is devilishly hard to make anything happen in DC.
Dinner tonight is leftovers from home. Same as last night. I went to Trader Joe's last night and picked up some spicy hummus and crackers for an appetizer, which is good, and some sushi in a plastic box. I ate half of the sushi last night, and about 1/3rd of the hummus. Tonite I finish off the sushi and dive into the Moosewood Cookbook noddles with a small pork chop on top. I'm looking forward to it.
I just checked on the posting from my fellow bloggers, at least those that I follow. It is good to see that there are some that are as remiss as I. Together we make a readable blog but individually we are too infrequent to keep a reader's interest. I have the ideas in my head, I just don't get them out the way I like.
BTW, I signed up for a free trial of SalesForce.com today. As a key part of the software they acknowledge the Facebook and Twitter-ish nature of the way people connect and they integrate that into the way the software works. And Google. When you want to find something you need you call on your contacts to share their experiences, to make recommendations, etc. Knowing this, why not mine the social networking sites and turn them to your advantage, or at least that what they are trying to do. I signed up and logged in, but I immediately saw that this is something my kids understand far better than I do. As usual I am behind the curve.
Here in Salem the rain is falling and the temperatures are cool. I'm wearing the pullover nylon tops I favor at home when the house is cool during the day. In the office the temperatures are OK and I take it off, but when I am out and about it is a comfort, and here in the room I leave the window open a bit to let in the cooler evening air. It helps me sleep. This week I am at the Howard Johnson's, selected on Hotwire.com for $35/nite, with an all-in price of $135 for 3 nights. The room is spartan but clean, the shower is hot, and they serve a breakfast that includes cereal and a banana which are my favorites. I tell Judy that I live like a monk when I am here, and that is almost literally true. A monk might have more to do in the evenings than I do.
Last night was Monday, the day of the last Presidential Debate. I watched it. The pundits on NPR today confided that Obama supporters thought he did well, and Romney supporters felt their candidate also did well. If that is true then all it really showed was people's ignorance about the Middle East in terms of the geo-political and geographic relationships there, and how impotent the USA is in affecting lasting change there. Obama was the better of the two, and seemed Presidential in his command of the facts and actions taking place there. But he would. I have been in this position before: a Republican candidate scares me with his conservatism and naivete, but when elected the mantles of the office are so constraining that he is actually rather limited in his ability to make changes. It is true on both sides - Democratic Presidents have the same problem. It is devilishly hard to make anything happen in DC.
Dinner tonight is leftovers from home. Same as last night. I went to Trader Joe's last night and picked up some spicy hummus and crackers for an appetizer, which is good, and some sushi in a plastic box. I ate half of the sushi last night, and about 1/3rd of the hummus. Tonite I finish off the sushi and dive into the Moosewood Cookbook noddles with a small pork chop on top. I'm looking forward to it.
I just checked on the posting from my fellow bloggers, at least those that I follow. It is good to see that there are some that are as remiss as I. Together we make a readable blog but individually we are too infrequent to keep a reader's interest. I have the ideas in my head, I just don't get them out the way I like.
BTW, I signed up for a free trial of SalesForce.com today. As a key part of the software they acknowledge the Facebook and Twitter-ish nature of the way people connect and they integrate that into the way the software works. And Google. When you want to find something you need you call on your contacts to share their experiences, to make recommendations, etc. Knowing this, why not mine the social networking sites and turn them to your advantage, or at least that what they are trying to do. I signed up and logged in, but I immediately saw that this is something my kids understand far better than I do. As usual I am behind the curve.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Crossing to Safety
I got home again just fine and don't really have much to say about it. I have had "sinking spells" where I just want to close my eyes for a few minutes a couple of times, especially on Wednesday when I traveled and returned to Seattle to face the complete day still to come, but other than that the jet lag thing doesn't seem to affect me much. I am fine today and things seem to be back to normal.
I wanted to blog today about a book I read on this trip called Crossing to Safety by Wallace Stegner. This is the guy who wrote Angle of Repose, his first novel I read, and both Judy and I were blown away with his writing style and command of story development. Angle of Repose was a wonderful book, and I didn't really know what to expect from this other one. Would it be the same?
The story revolves around the friendship that formed between 2 couples, and the many ways in which people interact. It takes place in many places, but the central theme is the annual summer pilgrimage to the Lang Families' summer home on a lake in Vermont. The way the couples meet as new PhD's recruited into the Univ. of Wisconsin - Madison's English Department as instructors, the pressure to be accepted into the department and get started on a tenure track in 1937, the year that they arrive, and the many ways the story unfolds. Different characters have obvious and hidden traits, the relationship between the men and women is hugely important, and the interplay within the married couples.
I could see parallels in my own life with the stories and friendships that were portrayed here, and it brought to mind old friends I have not seen in years, and old friends I see all the time. I have often said that for Judy and I there was a critical time between ages 17 and 24 where we made friends with people where the friendships lasted a lifetime. It is true - we still see certain people we met at UNH and Mizzou, travel to see their kids get married, go out of our way to see them when we are on vacation, keep current on FB (the modern equivalent of writing letters), and call them on their birthdays (Happy Birthday, Anne!). In Crossing to Safety there are seminal events recounted in painstaking detail at times, with the benefit of hindsight to identify the critical elements and interactions that will carry the story into the future.
Stegner's writing in this book is as good as it was in Angle of Repose. The story is not as hard to read, and the characters are both familiar and engaging. You feel the losses, celebrate the triumphs, and cheer for them at every turn since they are so easy to identify with and make your own. But it is the writing that keeps me from putting the book down.
Judy purchased a copy at the Upper Case Bookstore in Snohomish for $6.50. I'm sure you can find it elsewhere, even at the library. I haven't checked on the Kindle Store, but some of Stegner's works must be there.
I wanted to blog today about a book I read on this trip called Crossing to Safety by Wallace Stegner. This is the guy who wrote Angle of Repose, his first novel I read, and both Judy and I were blown away with his writing style and command of story development. Angle of Repose was a wonderful book, and I didn't really know what to expect from this other one. Would it be the same?
The story revolves around the friendship that formed between 2 couples, and the many ways in which people interact. It takes place in many places, but the central theme is the annual summer pilgrimage to the Lang Families' summer home on a lake in Vermont. The way the couples meet as new PhD's recruited into the Univ. of Wisconsin - Madison's English Department as instructors, the pressure to be accepted into the department and get started on a tenure track in 1937, the year that they arrive, and the many ways the story unfolds. Different characters have obvious and hidden traits, the relationship between the men and women is hugely important, and the interplay within the married couples.
I could see parallels in my own life with the stories and friendships that were portrayed here, and it brought to mind old friends I have not seen in years, and old friends I see all the time. I have often said that for Judy and I there was a critical time between ages 17 and 24 where we made friends with people where the friendships lasted a lifetime. It is true - we still see certain people we met at UNH and Mizzou, travel to see their kids get married, go out of our way to see them when we are on vacation, keep current on FB (the modern equivalent of writing letters), and call them on their birthdays (Happy Birthday, Anne!). In Crossing to Safety there are seminal events recounted in painstaking detail at times, with the benefit of hindsight to identify the critical elements and interactions that will carry the story into the future.
Stegner's writing in this book is as good as it was in Angle of Repose. The story is not as hard to read, and the characters are both familiar and engaging. You feel the losses, celebrate the triumphs, and cheer for them at every turn since they are so easy to identify with and make your own. But it is the writing that keeps me from putting the book down.
Judy purchased a copy at the Upper Case Bookstore in Snohomish for $6.50. I'm sure you can find it elsewhere, even at the library. I haven't checked on the Kindle Store, but some of Stegner's works must be there.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Nana Nights
Mark met us (Dale and me) at the Nana train stop for dinner last night. This is 9 train stops away from where we have been staying, so maybe about 12 miles or so. He was staying at the Ambassador Hotel, one of several large western-style hotels in Bangkok which are clustered in this area. There is a famous alley called No. 11 that they all share, and this small road hosts numerous restaurants, stores, and massage parlors of various types. The tourists come for the massages and the locals are glad to provide them. We were there to spectate, and there was quite a spectacle to see.
Mark has been stying there all week and he knew the various haunts. I was a bit concerned as he demonstrated his breadth of knowledge, but he said it all had come from just walking in the evenings and having a look around. Nothing so personal as actually getting a massage, he said, and I tend to believe him. Anyway, short skirts and fancy hair were everywhere. It was what Bangkok is famous for providing, and the Australian and UK accents on the tourists said it all.
One small note for my American readers: this area, and most in Bangkok, at street level was filled with the various odors for which the tropic is also famous. Up through the gutters comes sewage smells. Passing by a street vendor selling fish grilled on an open fire you get that aroma, or the next stand stir-frying garlic and noodles together. A converted VW Microbus sits to the side of the road decked out in flashing neon lights, the top hinged back exposing a mobile bar complete with beer on tap, a liquor shelf with under-shelf lighting, loud music blaring, and European customers sitting on patio furniture drinking around it. Prices from the van bartender are a fraction of the prices for the same drinks inside the hotels, so it is an attractive option if you want to take in the street scene from a comfortable seat. After all, it is a sort of parade that walks itself by for your amusement.
Dale and I had traveled over from our hotel to meet Mark at 7:00. We walked up and down the street once and settled on the Shangrila Restaurant which had an island motif and a tourist menu. We sat inside the glassed-in area in AC comfort, but there were lots of patrons in the warm night air. We shared several Thai dishes and a couple of beers. I had Tiger Beer from Singapore, and they had Singha Beer, a local product. We finished about 9:30 and strolled the walk again. Dinner was good but not spicy and featured fried wantons, chicken satay, very tame sauces, a duck dish that was very good, Phad Thai (Dale's favorite) and a seafood medley. Mark's flight was at 5:00 am this morning, so he turned in and Dale and I headed back. We made a stop at a rooftop bar Chris had taken me to earlier in the week and I had a screwdriver made with fresh squeezed oranges, and Dale had a gin and tonic. I was back to the room at about 11.
I would note that getting to the rooftop bar is not for the timid. It is necessary to enter a street level stairway that looks like the kitchen entrance for the bottom floor restaurant with slick nasty concrete stairs at the bottom. Graffiti in the stairwell is graphic but not violent and features dragons and spiders on different landings, including a metal Spiderman near the top. The top bar is on the 6th floor so you have lots of stairs to climb and there are other bars on the different landings as you go up. Once on the top floor there is a balcony with tables and chairs (all filled when we got there last night) with a good look over the train station and the city. There is no AC. The bar is about 8 x 8' area where a very small Thai girl is mixing drinks (nobody bigger would fit). Three small Thai guys chase up beer for patrons from boxes they carry up from the bottom floor, including the ice they use to keep them cool. This is not a "chrome and glass" glitzy place, this is an Authentic Thai place that is bohemian in the sense of the 1950's beatniks, where talking revolution and treason sits side by side with reviews of the newest Samsung cell phone.
One small note from the evening. At the Nana train station exit there were many, many street vendors selling goods, including knives, hunting rifle telescopes, bootleg DVD's, and all sorts of durable goods that we did not see at the Weekend Market at Mo Chit. Some of the knives had brass knuckle handles with spikes on them. These were very nasty. So far this is the only place we have seen anything that resembles the sort of violent weaponry we are used to seeing in the USA. Thai people seem to be a gentler sort that than this. I'm sure they sell this to the tourists, but I didn't like seeing it, all the same. I suppose people can check this on the airplane to get it home?
Here are the two guys who made my time in Bangkok so much fun. Mark Moriarty and Dale Gremaux. Thanks guys!
Mark has been stying there all week and he knew the various haunts. I was a bit concerned as he demonstrated his breadth of knowledge, but he said it all had come from just walking in the evenings and having a look around. Nothing so personal as actually getting a massage, he said, and I tend to believe him. Anyway, short skirts and fancy hair were everywhere. It was what Bangkok is famous for providing, and the Australian and UK accents on the tourists said it all.
One small note for my American readers: this area, and most in Bangkok, at street level was filled with the various odors for which the tropic is also famous. Up through the gutters comes sewage smells. Passing by a street vendor selling fish grilled on an open fire you get that aroma, or the next stand stir-frying garlic and noodles together. A converted VW Microbus sits to the side of the road decked out in flashing neon lights, the top hinged back exposing a mobile bar complete with beer on tap, a liquor shelf with under-shelf lighting, loud music blaring, and European customers sitting on patio furniture drinking around it. Prices from the van bartender are a fraction of the prices for the same drinks inside the hotels, so it is an attractive option if you want to take in the street scene from a comfortable seat. After all, it is a sort of parade that walks itself by for your amusement.Dale and I had traveled over from our hotel to meet Mark at 7:00. We walked up and down the street once and settled on the Shangrila Restaurant which had an island motif and a tourist menu. We sat inside the glassed-in area in AC comfort, but there were lots of patrons in the warm night air. We shared several Thai dishes and a couple of beers. I had Tiger Beer from Singapore, and they had Singha Beer, a local product. We finished about 9:30 and strolled the walk again. Dinner was good but not spicy and featured fried wantons, chicken satay, very tame sauces, a duck dish that was very good, Phad Thai (Dale's favorite) and a seafood medley. Mark's flight was at 5:00 am this morning, so he turned in and Dale and I headed back. We made a stop at a rooftop bar Chris had taken me to earlier in the week and I had a screwdriver made with fresh squeezed oranges, and Dale had a gin and tonic. I was back to the room at about 11.
I would note that getting to the rooftop bar is not for the timid. It is necessary to enter a street level stairway that looks like the kitchen entrance for the bottom floor restaurant with slick nasty concrete stairs at the bottom. Graffiti in the stairwell is graphic but not violent and features dragons and spiders on different landings, including a metal Spiderman near the top. The top bar is on the 6th floor so you have lots of stairs to climb and there are other bars on the different landings as you go up. Once on the top floor there is a balcony with tables and chairs (all filled when we got there last night) with a good look over the train station and the city. There is no AC. The bar is about 8 x 8' area where a very small Thai girl is mixing drinks (nobody bigger would fit). Three small Thai guys chase up beer for patrons from boxes they carry up from the bottom floor, including the ice they use to keep them cool. This is not a "chrome and glass" glitzy place, this is an Authentic Thai place that is bohemian in the sense of the 1950's beatniks, where talking revolution and treason sits side by side with reviews of the newest Samsung cell phone.
One small note from the evening. At the Nana train station exit there were many, many street vendors selling goods, including knives, hunting rifle telescopes, bootleg DVD's, and all sorts of durable goods that we did not see at the Weekend Market at Mo Chit. Some of the knives had brass knuckle handles with spikes on them. These were very nasty. So far this is the only place we have seen anything that resembles the sort of violent weaponry we are used to seeing in the USA. Thai people seem to be a gentler sort that than this. I'm sure they sell this to the tourists, but I didn't like seeing it, all the same. I suppose people can check this on the airplane to get it home?
Bangkok Market Visit
Despite Mark's silly grin we had nothing to drink at this point. We were totally sober.
That didn't last long...
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