I did, however, find a calibrated vegetable scale at the big marketplace in downtown Mahasarakham for 750 Baht (can weigh up to 15 kgs., green-colored 5 kgs. model was 500 Baht). To this I attached a baby bath chair with a couple plastic ties and some stiff Japanese cord (I know, I know this is just a step above duck taping, but it seems to be working out OK).
Real life neko bus
craigslist rocks. One of the things I miss most about Japan is Yahoo auctions. Thailand, or for that matter, most of the rest of the world simply has too fiendish a mentality for any kind of shopping/auction system employing the honor system to work.
Baby weight update
3800 grams as of yesterday morning (it’s past 1 in the morning June 1, 2008 now).
Expressions
So a picture is worth a thousand words, but I didn’t have my camera handy to capture the following sequence of events, which took place in a matter of seconds:
- Baby farts so loud he wakes himself up and makes a surprised face
- This leads to angry-to-be-woken face
- Which is interrupted by a deep concentration face, since he’s not quite finished ripping wind
- The entire sequence leads to what can only be described as an expression of deep satisfaction
- Baby’s face eventually returns to default state, sleeeeping
I have more photos, but I’m way behind on e-mail until at least tomorrow, after I finish testing for my summer course (Master’s level Discourse Analysis).
Water in the damn line again
If they ever get around to making a hermetically sealed telephone line in Thailand, I might have a decent net connection. My line is down again, or perhaps waterlogged as the telephone monopoly keeps telling me. I’m not desperate enough to be online to go to net cafes or anything, but I may check on email every few days when I happen by an open hotspot. Dammit.
The Wiggly Baby Song
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Wiggly wiggly baby
Wiggly wiggly baby
Wiggly? Wiggly! Wiggleh? Wiggleh!
Wiggly wiggly baby!
repeat x 49,000
– lyrics by J. Yoshida
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This used to be his favorite song, but he’s since moved onto Bach fugues and Asian Jungle Punk. I’ve been polishing up my songwriting skillz, though.
Male Breastesses
The fourth pic down in this very uncleverly-titled gallery is what I believe to be a prototype of the breastfeeding vest my sister described on Skype the other day (The overall feeling of that page reminded me of chain emails from eight or nine years ago.).
UPDATE: Link fixed!
Underneat this
Okay so this is how I imagine this conversation went:
Walmart Employee: “Hello ‘dis be Walmarts, how can I help you?”
Customer: ” I would like to order a cake for a going away party this week.”
Walmart Employee: “What you want on the cake?”
Customer: “Best Wishes Suzanne” and underneath that “We will miss you”.
(original link)
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Bonus question: Which is better, Walmart cake or third-world cake?