So… I have a confession. I suck at writing blogs. If you’ve followed me at all this past year, you already know that’s true.
But I actually think that might (really, really) be changing in the near future, and it’s all based on…
So, when I first saw the Tweets from @Reuters and @nprnews* about Colbert on Capitol Hill, I assumed that it was because he was doing some live shows from DC. How silly of me.
Congressional circus aside, the issues of migrant labor and illegal aliens have been floating around in my mind, just waiting for the right catalyst to help it come into the world. Apparently Colbert is said catalyst.
Now, to anyone who works with kids in the English-speaking world, you know just how powerful the high five is. Kids love high fives. “Slap my hand; it’s so fun!” And you know, it is all feel good and shit.
However, teaching “high five” to Thai kids promises even more enjoyment. For those not familiar with the Thai language, pronouncing “high five” presents Thais with a couple of tiny little problems:
1) They don’t have the “v” sound in their language. They also don’t have “z”, “th”, and a host of other English sounds.
2) They don’t pronounce the final consonant of words.
So, I’m teaching “high five” to my kindergarteners randomly, just to get them geared up and excited. By focusing on those two minor little problems in pronunciation with them, I now have an interesting mix of students all clamoring for high fives, half of whom are yelling, “High fie, high fie!” and the other half of whom are screaming, “High fi-VUH! High fi-VUH!”
“DEAR LORD, THIS YEAR YOU TOOK MY FAVORITE ACTOR, PATRICK SWAYZE. YOU TOOK MY FAVORITE ACTRESS, FARAH FAWCETT. YOU TOOK MY FAVORITE SINGER, MICHAEL JACKSON. I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE PRESIDENT IS BARACK OBAMA. AMEN”
This is the name of a new Facebook Page. This page is absolutely unacceptable. When I saw the name after one of my friends “liked” it, I wrote her a message detailing why.
My message to her, and my message to all conservatives is this:
So I’m down here in cushy Westernized Pattaya, sipping my Oishi and undisturbed (physically, at least) by the political unrest in my current country of (admittedly very short) residence. Thus, like anyone else in the whole world interested in Thai politics, I’m following it through Internet-land. Twitter hashtags include #redshirt, #redtweet, and #redmarch, for those interested.
I’m only a week into this little adventure, and so I’m hardly knowledgeable enough to make any sort of sweeping statements about the relationships between men and women here, more specifically Thai women and Western or farang (foreigner) men.
But let’s not let that stop me from making a few preliminary observations, hmm?
I didn’t die! Some twenty hours in airports and planes and here I am, safe on the other side of the planet. The land of tomorrow. Literally.
I can’t sleep, and I have a to do list a mile long. Tomorrow’s my last day at work, and in exactly one week I will be en route to Thailand. I have a sinus infection. I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in over a week. And I have to have a good-bye party with all my friends. Madcap international adventures are not as cool as they first appear. /whining
But… hobbits apparently rocked the pre-historical humanoid world. Clearly the scientists forgot that they had to take that massive journey (from Africa to Indonesia) in order to destroy the One Ring.
Good hobbit news is apparently enough to cheer me out of self-pity?