On the day when I find out from Rich that I’m a googlewhack (see Recent Comments in the right sidebar) I go on to find myself stranded in the Bangkok airport. Why? On a day full of too much running around (with successful shopping, no doubt, but not enough visiting with Ritu and John and Koko, and far too much hurrying about) I got onto the plane with plenty of time; we were all boarded on time, actually, but the plane didn’t budge. We were all wondering, what the hell is up with this. A one-hour delay was announced, and …

There’s a Ralpha Stanley song playing in my head, been stuck there since I woke up, and it goes, “Ridin’ the highway hoooome, ridin’ the highway home…” Funny perhaps it is that I should say this about going back to Korea, really, but there you have it. I’ve some last-minute running about to do this morning and early afternoon, and then I’ll get back to Ritu’s. Then I should be at the airport by about 3:30pm, as my flight leaves at 6:30pm. I’ll be in Korea at 1:30-ish local time, and will probably just take a bus to a yeogwan …

It’s at T-shirt Hell. Go look. Especially checkout the “WrapHell” for the biohazard wrapping paper.

This is a random scattering of observations, not an exhaustive recipie: Force-feed him weird smelly red paste with rice. If he makes faces at the gross stuff, force-feed him all the more quickly. Act like nothing’s wrong when, while sitting not a foot from his parents’ faces, screaming out Mummy!!! Daddy!!! at the top of his lungs. When you feed him water, make sure to jam the bottle into his mouth qucikly, before he’s had a chance to breathe following his last gulp. Do this at least fifteen times in a row. Reserve the right to smack him until he …

Today, I realized I am, such a bleeding heart. I could tell myself it was being tired and wanting to take the day slowly that caused me to hire the oldest bicycle-rickshaw pilot around. But I also know in my heart that, knowing I had not much to do, I thought I’d hire one of the old boys since I’ve found not only are they the most trustworthy, but also the ones who get less work. They’re not fast and spry and people therefore overlook them. They also know quite well that most foreigners don’t go in for Emporiums and …