Raising a family in Thailand // Documenting Issan food, culture, music, and people
Kubota convertible with sunshade driving around town every day with no plates and hazards flashing.
As a side note, I know this gent and he’s more of a classic than all of the twenty-odd cars in his collection… He collects all of the cars that he wanted in his youth, but couldn’t afford. Never knew he wanted a rice tractor, tho.
Top notch performance by classically trained pianist and DJ extraordinaire, Enferno. He has a launchpad to launch his launchpad on the launchpad, if you know what I mean. At my peak, which was very short (and approximately 600 years ago), the best I could do was two Discmans, a dual tape deck, and two PS1s. This guy is so fucking awesome.
If you liked his song and have a love for Hova like I do, you also need to see this one: F*ckwithmeyouknowigotit
…and installing an SSD at the same time. This particular laptop has served me for seven years already and I would normally not bother, but SSDs are cheap and it will make a good Minecraft rig for the kids. I already installed Linux and Windows 10. God bless KMS Pico.
The problem, as it turned out, was a small piece of ABS from a case peg that had broken off and settled inside the cooling fan. Made the whole rig sound like it was going to explode.
It’s very rare to find someone who’s the master of so many things.
These are the optimal sizes for photos you upload to Facebook. I had no idea. I knew that FB automatically resizes and formats your photos, but did not know these were the magic numbers. Also:
I copied the entire contents here, but the FB help link is at: https://www.facebook.com/help/266520536764594
At our friend Turgay’s house having this wonderful Turkish salad with tomato, onion, parsley, mint and Cökelek cheese from Hatai, Turkey. This regional cheese is smoked, fermented, and has an otherworldly funk about it. Absolutely delicious.
Sticky rice topped with crispy pork rind and corn somtam. Unbelievably delicious dipped in somtam juice.
Whole smoked chicken.
Out of the blue, Mina told us that she and her best friend, on the last day of school (yesterday), had promised to have a picnic together today.
It was quite amusing to watch her put together a bag of snacks and water, and she even washed a plastic bowl and dried it carefully with a paper towel. But when it came to asking what time they were supposed to meet, she gave me a blank stare…
“She’ll just know, daddy, we’re best friends!”
Knowing which way this was heading, I asked if we all could go together. Mina agreed and we were soon hitting the McD’s drive thru and heading off to the park near her school for the picnic. Mina was of course devastated that her friend was not there and kept expecting her to show up throughout lunch. Afterward, she asked me why her friend hadn’t come.
I thought for a while and told her that you have to set a time when you want to meet somebody. Then she asked me if that’s why I’m always angry about people being late.