Photos – Page 54 – C. Buddha's Hasty Musings

Scene from the child seat

Max drew this in just over a minute. The cow’s face reminds me of something, but I don’t know what.

Ice cream tragedy

Damn you, ice cream, you’ve betrayed me for the last time!

Petting Zoo @ Central Plaza Khon Kaen

Note: The words “Thai” and “Jungle” were included as descriptors in the title and are probably not part of their real name (which eludes my lazy Googling at this point in time). Rather, I found them for sale at a roadside market stall surrounded by dense Thai jungle in a town called Koi Mek, in Kalasin province, on my way home from Nong Khai a couple months ago.

They were about 60 baht (less than $2) a piece, and the old lady who sold them to me said they were caught that morning. I took the birds and chased Max and Mina around with them, then gave them to our nanny to have her older sister cook at home. The next day, she brought a Thai basil stir fry prepared in my least favorite way – chopped in small pieces, bones and all – which was still mighty tasty if not entirely edible.

Birthday Photo

8/6 Atomic remembrance, baby.

You know that feeling?

The one where you want someone else to see all the cool clouds floating by exactly the way you see them, but they just look up for a second and say, “yeah, cool?” That shit used to make me sad, but then I realized that clouds aren’t as cool when you’re holding bubbles, and you don’t hold bubbles as much when you’re older.

School daze – intro

Blackboards, writing on desks, teachers losing their shit and going full psycho on a class full of monkey-goblins – this set of entries is a log of my SCHOOL DAZE.

On top of being a full-time lecturer at Rajabhat Maha Sarakham University, I am now a part-time teacher/herder at our attached elementary/high school. For the most part, it is fun. Some days are better than others. Overall, it probably makes me more pleasant to be around since I’m always thinking about what those crazy kids are doing and it makes me smile.

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Just the other day, though, I held up a flash card with a photo of a monkey on it (a full-body photo, not an illustration of a monkey face) and asked the class of nine-year-olds, “What is this?”

No less than half the class yelled back, “PAUL SMITH!!!”

Fuck globalization, yo.