Well, here we are. It’s (technically) Thursday, and I’m posting Good Things after a sabbatical of two months. Whew. That’s a hefty break. However: We now resume our previously scheduled programming. We’ll pick up counting in Greek.
Edeka.11: As stated above, the best Good Thing about this particular Thursday is that I am not dead and have, in fact, decided to start blogging again. Included in this Good Thing is: A) Precious laptop fixed (Did you know there’s no Apple store in Thailand? Well, there isn’t. Not even Bangkok.), and B) Moved back to the US.
What? you may be asking. I thought you lived in Thailand… and liked it there and stuff? Isn’t this a travel blog?
To answer those in order:
- I moved back to the US. San Francisco, specifically; I’m crashing with my brother while I find a job and a place to live.
- I did. Then I moved back.
- I love Thailand. It’s not like I’ll never go back. It was just time to come home.
Normally I try to stick to being positive and uplifty and all that crap. Not today.
You’ve been warned.
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Charlie Sheen is a selfish, narcissistic, abusive asshole.
CBS cut off the end of this season of Two and a Half Men, and his response was:
I urge all my beautiful and loyal fans who embraced this show for almost a decade to walk with me side-by-side as we march up the steps of justice to right this unconscionable wrong.
Charlie Sheen wants YOU to “march up the steps of justice” to right the “unconscionable wrong” of his show’s season being cut off early.
People are sacrificing their lives for freedom in Libya. People are fighting for their basic human rights across the Middle East and Africa. Trust me, Charlie Sheen, missing a few episodes of your television show is not an “unconscionable wrong”.
An unconscionable wrong is that you are getting press attention while they are sacrificing everything to overthrow their dictators.
Happy Thursday! Today I bring you Good Things numbered in Korean. And since it’s time to focus on Good Things, I’m not going to dwell on missing Good Things last week.
Yeodeol.8: Yesterday there was a rainstorm and I got to drive home in it on my motorbike!
The most important thing to understand about this rainstorm is that I’d been waiting for it for some two weeks. It had been so humid, so hot and sticky. Every morning I’d wake up, look outside, and think that it would rain that day. But by noon it always cleared off and just left a hot, sticky afternoon for us to bake in. Grr.
Yesterday, though, it finally happened. The sky turned that crazy apocalyptic storm color, the wind picked up, and as I was finishing up in the office after school, the heavens opened upon us.
When I decided to move to Thailand, I also decided to invest in a beginner DSLR camera. Considering how poor I was (working two jobs and I still didn’t have health insurance), deciding to spend $500 on anything would’ve been a pretty major decision even if I hadn’t had all the other concerns involved with moving to the other side of the planet. I swore up and down that I would not waste that $500 because I knew going in that it meant my buffer was going to be much smaller when I got here.
I’m sure you know what happens next.
Because any time you have lead in like that, you know that what comes next is the camera sitting in a box for ten months.
To be fair, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. I took my camera out and had a lot of fun teaching myself some basics of photo composition, but I’ve still been entirely dependent on the auto features – taking the “SLR” right out of my expensive digital camera.
I’ve finally managed to sit down and read things like my camera manual and a couple photography tutorials, though, and it’s all because I hopped onto my motorbike and headed out to Khlong Tha Dan Dam (the largest RCC dam in the world!).
You’ve heard of Yo Mama jokes.
You’ve heard of the more grammatically correct Your Mom jokes.
Now it’s time to introduce my very own… My Mom Jokes.
My Mom Jokes are special because… Oh, wait – I don’t have a mom! (Oh, snap!)
Cuatro.4: Yesterday morning I had a meeting so I wasn’t able to go to my class as usual, which is not the Good Thing. It did mean, however, that the first time I went to my class was yesterday afternoon, not long after the kids woke up from their nap. If you’ve ever known any four to five year olds, then you also know that after an unexpectedly long absence, they are ecstatic to see you.
The result? I was nearly trampled over by children whose heads barely reach my waist.
“Teacher Donna! Teacher Donna!” I felt like Caesar.
“Teacher, I’m sad!” <cute little cry face> This has become their favorite joke with me since I taught them simple feeling words. They say they’re sad, mime tears… and grin the whole time.
“Teacher, X is sad!” And then they like to get me to comfort anyone who actually is sad. (In case you didn’t notice, names have been changed to protect the wee little innocent ones.)
“Teacher, high five!” “Teacher, high ten!” “Teacher, high one!” I’ve already discussed how awesome high fives are, but after awhile they become slightly less entertaining, for both me and the kids. So of course I upgraded them to high tens, and then at some point I needed to be quiet and thus introduced high one. But read on to Dos to discover how one of my students used high fingers to prove she’s smarter than I am.