Here in SF.  The flight over was smooth, touching down at a very chilly SFO at five minutes past eight, Friday evening.  Once again, I am impressed by EVA Airway’s value.  Elite Economy has extra room and good comfort for the money.  Here’s a picture of me after boarding in BKK.

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Immigration was surprisingly swift.  I literally walked up to the agent with no wait in line.  Fortunately, I was a bit ahead of much of the crowd so some of that is just good luck.  The agent stamped me in before even scanning my passport; guess I no longer look like an illegal alien.

By 9:30 I had arrived at Anita’s house.  She left her key with Corey, her downstairs tenant, and so I had no problems getting in and getting settled.  After freshening up, I headed down to Martuni’s, a piano bar cum karaoke lounge, to hear Anne Marie sing.  More on this later as I have some nice pictures and some good video footage.

Afterwards, very hungry, I stopped at It’s Tops, a diner on Market Street that dates back to 1935.  Had two eggs over easy, two links of sausage, and three buttermilk pancakes that were so much better than any pancakes I’ve had in Khrungthep!

P1070921 Saturday morning (as I write) I am at Tartine, a cute little cafe on the corner of Guerrero and 18th in the Mission District.  I am sitting outside even though it is a little cool.  In a moment of supreme empathy with Tawn, who I assume has arrived safely in Paris, I am drinking my latte from a bowl and eating a slice of tomato and zucchini quiche.  To top it off, a group of French people (along with their local host) have arrived and are chatting in French and eating croissants at the tables to my left.  Tres chic!

 

I’ll be heading off to San Francisco, Kansas City and Los Angeles in a few hours.  I’ll try to keep my blog updated but my apologies if there are some gaps in coverage.

 

My Carbon-Neutral Flight

Gas Free Fridays Here’s a concept the San Francisco Bicycle Coalition and other groups are promoting: Gas-Free Fridays.  As a way to reduce gasoline consumption, save money and help the environment, they suggest you park the car (i.e. leave it at home) and get around town via transit or, better yet, under your own power.

A really good idea and one that would benefit our waistlines, too.  I’m going to do my part, too, and leave the car at home today.  Unfortunately, my good intentions will be for naught.  Excluding the taxi ride to the airport (which runs on compressed natural gas, so maybe it is a bit cleaner), my 8,049-mile trip to San Francisco today will result in the emission of 3.92 tons of carbon dioxide, according to Carbonfund.org’s carbon calculator.  The cost to assuage my guilt?  $37.62 for the one-way trip.

After getting to this point in the entry, I realized that if I was going to wreak such havock on the world like some uncaring Titan, I had best own up to it and offset that destruction.  No amount of bringing cloth bags to the grocery store was going to offset almost 8 tons of CO2. 

While I originally looked up the information just as content for this entry, I went ahead and offset the cost of my round-trip flight, although I realize now that I forgot to add the domestic flights.  Well, I can go back and do that.

 

Tawn continued mixing and matching outfits for his trip.  He appreciates the feedback and critiques you have provided.  Here are two final outfits:

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Final thoughts and feedback need to be received in the next few hours.

 

As a last note in this entry, I’ve discovered we have a small gecko living with us.  Normally he is in the bathroom, where I think he lives behind the toiletries cabinet.  But one evening this week he was running around the kitchen window.  This was the best picture I could get of him.  He doesn’t stand still for very long.

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Tawn is freaked out by him but I appreciate the significantly fewer insects we have flying around.  Also, I notice the ant problem has diminished.  Perhaps he likes ants, too?

Finally, here’s a shot I took as we sat in traffic last weekend, emitting carbon dioxide and other foul fumes while running errands.

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I think I should do a book of pictures of families on motorcycles.  Between here and Ho Chi Minh City, I could fill thousands of pages.

 

Secret images snuck in from Soi Soonvijai

Recently Tawn asked me to upload some photos from his camera so I could email them to a friend.  Along the way I took an opportunity (with his permission, of course) to see what other interesting snaps he had in there that he wasn’t sharing with the world.

Here are some recent, highly sensitive and extremely confidential images snuck out of his parents’ house on Soi Soonvijai.  Shhh!  Don’t tell Khun Sudha. 

Soonvijai is a soi (alley/side street) off of Phetchaburi Road.  Bangkok Hospital is off the main soi, but then it branches into more than a dozen sub-sois.  Tawn’s childhood home is between the fifth and sixth sub-sois of the fourteenth soi off Soonvijai.  Nomenclature for that sould be:

Phetchaburi Road, Soi Soonvijai 14/5-6

Now you know something about reading addresses in Thailand.  Interesting little digression, huh?

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Their property is comparable in size to two typical 1960s era suburban American lots, back in the days when houses in the US had yards and not just shoulders.  Khun Sudha (Tawn’s father) is an avid gardener and has used his green thumb to create a verdant oasis, above.

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Here is Khun Nui (Tawn’s mother) in the middle of the property, near a little courtyard that leads off the kitchen.  The older section of the house is behind her.  To the left is the three-story addition that was built about four years ago.  Because a lot of Khun Sudha’s brothers and sisters live in adjacent properties and there is a lot of socializing between the families, the addition includes a large room on the entire ground floor for dining and gatherings, along with a very nice partially-covered deck on the top floor.

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Khun Sudha just picked up a new set of wheels – the 2008 Honda Accord.  Swanky, huh?  To keep the cars out of the sun, there is a covered car park area that can hold four or five vehicles, including his old U.S. Army Jeep that he drove in his youth up in Buriram Province.

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Taking the family out for a spin, Khun Tawn takes the opportunity to snap a father-son picture.  I think Tawn should grow a moustache so he looks like his father.

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Khun Nui chills on the spacious leather rear seats with her Audrey Hepburn cat’s eye sunglasses.  Now you know where Tawn gets his fashion sense.

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Back at home on July 1st, Khun Sudha celebrates his birthday with a dessert Tawn picked up at Le Notre and a glass of wine.

So there is the top secret footage inside the life of Khun Tawn.  But if anyone asks, you didn’t get it from me!

 

Maybe time for some sprucing up?

In the three years that I’ve written this blog, the look and feel have remained largely the same.  Sure, after the first year I modified the colour scheme a bit, but only by a matter of a few shades.

At one point I added the “What’s Happening” box on the left hand side, to enter upcoming events.  But that was very time consuming to update and, frankly, I don’t think too many people were coming to my blog as a source of current entertainment information in Khrungthep.

Along the way, I’ve stubbornly stuck to the old look and feel while a new “Xanga Skins” feature was added that allows much greater range in terms of graphics. 

But maybe it is time for some sprucing up, a little bit of of nipping and tucking, a fresh coat of paint, and some slip covers to give the place a fresh new look for the start of the fourth year.

Perhaps while I’m on holiday I’ll play around with it a bit and try some things out.  I can always come back to this skin, if needed.  Thoughts?

 

Weekend of Wrapping Up Errands

The lead up to Friday’s trip has included the checking off of dozens of items on our “to do before leaving” list:

  • Go to the dentist
  • Stop by the bank
  • Choose gifts for people
  • Complete my “to buy” list
  • Etc, etc, etc…

I’m happy to report that I’m quite a bit further along the list than I usually am at this point in preparation, so I won’t be too stressed out over the next few days.  That said, I have a ton of work to prepare before leaving so that will make up for any stress I avoid by being organized.

Late last week I baked my final loaf of whole wheat sourdough bread.  The day before I leave I’ll have to feed the sourdough starter again, but it should survive twenty days in the refrigerator okay.  You’ll recall that I had some problems with my baguette pan last time – the loaf rose into the perforations and I couldn’t remove it. 

This time I wisely used some parchment paper to line the pan and the results were much nicer.  The natural yeast was getting a bit out of hand, though, as the dough was rising over the side of the pan and resulted in a slightly deformed loaf.  I’ll have to keep working on this next month.  One of these days, it will look right as well as taste right!

Below: Before (left) and after (right)

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SNC10434 On Tawn’s list of things to get done before leaving is some writing for magazines. 

He’s writing a guest article in Elle Thailand, this one about climbing the career ladder.  We did some brainstorming beforehand – I write corporate training materials for a company in the US, Canada and the UK so have addressed this topic before – and then he applied those ideas to the likely Elle readers, giving it a Thai twist.

Tawn’s becoming a male Thai Carrie Bradshaw, what with all his writing.

He’s also preparing some recipes for an upcoming interview by a health and fitness magazine.  The column for which he is being interviewed focuses on various Thai men and asks them to include a recipe they like to prepare.  He’s been experimenting with salmon baked en papillote served with a couscous salad.  So far the results are tasty.  The interview and photo shoot (“I promise it won’t be crazy like the shoots for the house were!” he says) are on Thursday.

 

We Will Rock You Sunday night we joined a group of friends at The Esplanade, an self-styled “arte-tainment” mall, for the touring production of We Will Rock You

Based on the music of rock band Queen, We Will Rock You is set in a Matrix-esque future in which the world (now named Planet Mall) is run by the Globalsoft Corporation, which controls all aspects of consumer culture.  Music (other than the computer generated bubblegum pop made by Globalsoft) is forbidden.

One young misfit, Galileo, hears strange sounds and words in his head, not understanding the significance of them.  It turns out that he is The Dreamer, who a prophecy has foretold will find the hidden musical instruments and return rock and roll to the world, freeing the populace from the grips of Globalsoft.

Critically panned, the musical was enthusiastically embraced by audiences in London and elsewhere, thanks to the familiar music and accessible storyline.  Khrungthep audiences haven’t been so receptive.  Despite scads of publicity, the theatre was only about one-quarter full last night.  Rock musicals probably aren’t very appealing to Thai audiences.

It was an enjoyable enough show, although played at such an amplified level that I couldn’t understand most of the lyrics.  It is funny that when you listen to the songs from the soundtrack, they are mixed and amplified in a way that allows you to hear the lyrics, which really help drive the story.  But live, it is played so loud that the words get lost.

I know, I know… I’m becoming one of those grumpy oldsters who complain about the volume.  Let me add one better to that, then:

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When we arrived at the mall, there was a full blown concert going on in the center courtyard, above.  This is an inside section of the mall and the sound was unbelievably loud.  Here’s a little video I shot to give you a sense of the experience:

I think it is unreasonably loud, especially since any number of the restaurants in the mall face onto the courtyard.  Very difficult to enjoy a dinner there with this music blaring. 

  

Tawn Prepares for Italy

Since I can’t seem to cajole Tawn into updating his blog, I’ll just continue to provide entries that give you some insight into what he’s doing.  While I’m in the United States, Tawn will be in Paris for a few days, followed by two weeks in Italy.

In preparation for the trip, Tawn has been testing different outfits, mixing and matching to create a range of looks for the trip.  He had me take some pictures of potential outfits:

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Thoughts?  I’ll pass them along.

 

One Week and Counting

Exactly one week from today – 4:25 pm next Friday – I’ll depart Khrungthep for sixteen days back in the US.  The last time I was there was in early October for Alex and Bill’s wedding.  Is that a long time between visits?  Maybe not.  Roka just left this week for a month back in the US, her first visit in three years.  That’s a long time.

There are many people I know who only get back home once a year or even less frequently.  My feelings about how often I should return are shaped by my childhood.  My father worked for United Airlines his entire career so we flew on employee passes.  Lots of standby flights, hours and days of waiting for available seats, and lots of flying first thing on Christmas morning, Easter morning, Thanksgiving morning when the flights were less crowded.

Despite those inconveniences, we were still able to travel frequently.  Unlike my other cousins (Alex and her family) growing up in the Bay Area, I saw my grandparents in Kansas City at least three or four times a year pretty much every year until my travel privileges expired after graduating from university.  So for me not to go back and see my family at least once or twice a year seems pretty strange.

While back, I’ll make stops in San Francisco and Los Angeles.  An opportunity to visit friends and additional family.  Sadly, there are always more people to visit than there is time.

“Why don’t you come over for dinner?” ask friends who live in a suburb well outside of the city.

“Come stay with us,” invite other friends who are equally out of the way.

I’m thankful for such offers and wary of the time they will consume.  It is nice to be missed and I love seeing friends again.  I’m also on vacation and don’t want to spend all of my time in transit from one place to another, going from one appointment to the next. 

Brunch – coffee – lunch – tea – dinner – drinks – repeat.

Some people are super generous.  Curry, Paul, Anita – people who make my visits so enjoyable and smooth. 

“Stay with me,” invites the friend who has a centrally located house and no expectation to spend hours and hours hanging out with me.

“Let me pick you up at the airport,” offers another friend who is willing to play chauffeur.

“I’m free then; let me be your tour guide,” insists a friend who has already gone out of his way many times over.

Let me fire up the barbeque for you!” writes Bill.

I’m extremely thankful for these offers, too, because they make it so much easier to visit.

Then there are the people who are way too generous.  ZSA_MD suggested I drive over to Quincy, IL from Kansas City so she could cook Indian food for me.  I can’t even begin to tell you how disappointed I am that there won’t be an opportunity on this trip to do that.  I mean, have you seen the pictures of her cooking!?  It would be like taking the I-70 eastbound to heaven.

Then there are the people who can’t seem to be bothered.  “You want me to drive all the way to San Francisco?  Can’t you come to see me?” asks the friend who can’t be troubled to drive 40 miles even after I’ve flown 8,000 miles to be there.  Oddly, if it is a Saturday night and he wants to go out and party, then the 40 mile drive is not a problem.

Sheesh.

 

Pics from last Sunday’s bike ride with Markus:

A dozen yappy pomeranians try to bark us to death.

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Birds are hung out for some fresh air in a quiet neighborhood near Ramkamhaeng University.

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I have a long list of things to do this weekend in preparation for the trip.

 

Confronting the reality of southern violence

Many of you may be aware, at least in a general way, of the ongoing violence in southern Thailand.  From time to time I receive questions from friends and family about my safety, usually after a particular bombing or other incident makes its way into the international media.

SNC10076 This violence, with its deep roots and multiple causes, has claimed more than 2,700 lives in the past four years and completely disrupted life in the three southernmost provinces, an area that was already economically distressed.

I won’t go into the history or a detailed discussion of the insurgency – there’s a well-written article here on Wikipedia – but I was confronted by the reality of it, in a very unexpected way, a few weeks ago at Don Meuang Airport. 

In the lobby, set against a wall, is an acrylic box collecting donations to buy bullet-proof vests for policemen and teachers.

One of the biggest impacts on the south has been the closure of schools.  As symbols of the government, schools and teachers are often targeted for violence.  Schools are bombed, teachers are beheaded and their bodies burned – affecting both Muslim and Buddhist communities and students.

Starting in November 2006, schools in the three southernmost provinces were indefinitely shut down.  To this day, many of the schools are still closed primarily because very few people are willing to be teachers there.  Teachers have transferred out of the provinces or quit altogether, for fear of their lives.

It is a terrible situation.  Sadly, donation boxes may not be the best way to protect people there.  Based on the contents of the box (pictured below), I’m not putting a lot of faith in it.

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Here’s to a hope that one day, people learn to live in peace.  It may be a futile hope, but I still have it.

 

How do you feel about adoption of children by same sex couples?

I’m going to cave in and actually answer a featured question.  Can you believe it?

The featured question isn’t really the right one to begin with.  The first question you need to answer – the question behind the question – is, “How do you feel about the adoption of children by loving, capable parents?”

I think most of us would support it.

There are tens or hundreds of thousands of children out there who desperately need loving, capable parents who will give them the care and support they need to reach their full potential in life.

If you support adoption of children by loving, capable parents, then why would you let untold numbers of orphans go unadopted, stuck in the foster care system, instead of tapping into same-sex couples as a source of great parents?

Is “one mommy and one daddy” the best type of parenting model?  Given the 50% divorce rate of different-sex couples, the patterns of adultery, sexual discrimination, and spousal abuse, I can’t see that being a different-sex couple is necessarily a good qualification for being an adoptive parent.

Tawn and I have talked many times about the possibility of raising children.  Without a doubt, we would be much better parents than untold numbers of jacked-up parents we read about in the papers every day, or parents that teachers like my sister tell me about.

I just answered this Featured Question, you can answer it too!