Dr Dal's Very Slow World Tour
Domestic on the Pavement outside the Vin Com Tower… A three way stretch with the argument devolving to a dialogue after half an hour of poking and even some punching… All the hangers-about gathered at a discreet distance, peering from behind pillars, shrubs and trees. After 45 minutes I had to go home…. Wonder if they are still there.
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
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Meantime we can see the dictators of Libya and Syria confirm their insanity with the unreal comments. These men and their cohorts are islands set apart by psychosis.
Can North Korea be far behind?
The ethics of power are only amoral familism.
It’s only 6 July and it seems like a whole month already. In this slideshow: rain (again), a vagrant drunk asleep at Kad Suan Kaew, a painting that I left three months ago (before my last semester of study), my reduced watch collection (with 20 dud ones in the cupboard), a laxative from my students which they used as a stage prop (revenge on a bad customer), and my diary with the sale of Viang Ping 308 noted (but no word yet from my estate agent, why not?)…
The process of adjusting back to a life without study, without the constant pressure to read, analyse and write, is a slow process. This morning I awoke to my brain analysing the logical flaws in Chesterton’s detective stories… and it wouldn’t stop! Had to get up at 7am and read the news just to get it to do something else. Awful.
Spent the day taking photos of food for David at West Restaurant- and got to eat it afterwards. DELICIOUS! More on the website: http://www.west-restaurant.com/
I reckon my friend Khun New at the Jungle Bar (Night Bazaar behind Dusit 2 Hotel) is going a little bit crazy. Like every other business in town the lack of tourists (ie the lack of customers) is very frustrating. Most nights around town the cafes and bars are empty. It doesn’t matter if it’s the weekend or not. And he just put in some comfortable chairs- will that work?
Seems that the usual guff from the Tourism Authority of Thailand, that tourism numbers are surging, is a bit of nonesense. They certainly are not here in Chiang Mai
Sunday. Hot, muggy. Mind in Planning & Policy essay. Tempted to think of anything but… and weirdly missing the notion of a winter walk through Sydney’s Botanic Gardens. Instead will walk to 7 Eleven and get some bread- hope they have some. Bread is not ubiquitous here. And then, back to the essay grindstone… need to make the first 2,500 draft today! Urrggh!
Just spent the middle of the day at Chiang Mai uni getting things in order. It was a burst of enjoyment to be back amongst the trees and gardens and the flurry of students in their end of Summer Term excitement. It was a delight to meet some of my own students again. But it was also very HOT and very HUMID. Coming home after three hours out there I was a very tired and wet Reno, and now off to Fedex to send a resumé and renew my British passport… study will have to wait till tomorrow.
The rainy season came early, and today trapped me at home when I really needed to go out and get some more paper and ink for my studies… Bugger!
