Around Mahasarakham
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explosion!
So we went out for a family dinner last night, to a place we used to go a lot for crusted garlic fish, but stopped visiting for no reason in particular. Mina was acting kind of funny, not scarfing down everything in sight as usual. Finally, she really stated acting up and did something that merited a spank on the bottom, so I put her over my lap and wound up for effect. I knew something was wrong by the sound of impact: SCHLOP!! Baby shit splattered all over my hand and a stinky mist expanded from the area of impact. Mina looked at me in defiance. Nam thought it was…
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Stuck like a boss
Yes, I got stuck. I arrived a bit late to the first wedding of two only to get trapped in the parking lot due to idiots who had parked every which way Undeterred, I squeezed through a couple of pickups to a promising dirt field that appeared to be damp, but solid. A couple feet into it, the car bogged down a bit, but not wanting to get stuck, I pushed forward… and got stuck further into the field. Anyway, lemons into lemonade I say. This is what my car would look like slammed, with brown tires: Eventually, a truck came and pulled our trusty Cefiro out of…
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OTOP Marketplace Update – Economic Recovery Edition
The OTOP (One Tambon One Product) marketplace I wrote about a couple years ago is now booming. For the first few years of its existence, it struggled along as a ragtag gathering of unsuccessful vegetable vendors and farmers selling homemade charcoal and surplus rice from the curbs. I visited twice a week to buy organic vegetables and freshly slaughtered/butchered meat (that are, as yet, completely unappreciated in this neck of the woods) for years, and nothing ever changed. The entire market seemed to be run by people too old and frail to work any other jobs, and I was in a small group of regular customers who were barely keeping…
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Christmas Day 2011
I got around to pulling photos from the camera today, so here’s what we did for Christmas this year: Yes, the fish sanctuary/Buddhist temple. This is one of Max’s favorite places to visit now.
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Fake Kingston Flash Drive
I went to the annual Chinese festival in downtown Maha Sarakham last month; this is one where they host Chinese opera at the business association meeting hall (I uploaded crappy vids of the opera this year here and here). Aside from the performance, which I generously bear for up to three whole minutes every time I go (once every couple years), I also like walking the wide area of stalls filled mostly with unimpressive yet numerous food vendors. At the end of one row of stalls was a memory card/USB thumb drive vendor selling at very low prices. I picked up this 8GB Kingston stick for a couple hundred baht…
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Like bugs
Nam took the babies to see their old nanny. Her new house is almost complete, but is out in the sticks. At night, the house is apparently crawling with all sorts of bugs, frogs, and who knows what else. Max brought back a couple to play with at home.
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Cowboy Haircut in Maha Sarakham
We were growing out Mina’s hair (which only looks cute when put in tails), but it got too nappy so it was time for a cut – A COWBOY CUT! This guy is famous in Sarakham – he’s the living embodiment of Carabao culture.
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We are Hos (love everybody) + special Tinglish Bonus
“Bye Nior” is a common Tinglish (Thai English) term meaning “graduation party” (goodBYE to the seNIORs)., which this flyer posted on a window at Maha Sarakham University is apparently advertising. As for the hos, I think they are trying to convey that they will be our hosts/hostesses. So, does anyone want to go to a graduation party with a bunch of hos?
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I saw Pai Mei yesterday.
Or at least I thought I did. As he walked closer to my car, I saw he was actually an Indian Pai Mei with only one arm. Or maybe not. BTW, this is the official tune for Pai Mei spotting.
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Spit Roast Pig
When we went to our good friend’s party last month, the kids tired out in an hour or two and we took them back home (just a 2 minute drive). Imagine my joy when I returned solo to freely flowing brew and this: One of our friend’s father-in-law’s friends who looked like he stepped straight out of a Cometbus narrative was manning the spit for a while, then I tried my hand at it… Eventually, only the deliciously crackling neck and head remained. The thing about roast pig is that you have to eat it hot – 100x more delicious.
