GammaGlobulin

YES. Thank you.....Sir Jing Thing.

My Dearest and Most-endearing Friends, Thankfully, the gecko’s song has now returned to my home, after such a seemingly lengthy hiatus, and I heard his song for the first time this year, just yesterday. I heard him calling me, issuing his unmistakable Call of the Wild, while I was having a muffin in my kitchen, late in the evening, just after finishing up the dishes, her in her apron. You know, I guess, I once posted about my fear of the gecko, wrongly assuming that the gecko might pounce on me while taking out the trash. In fact, the gecko is harmless, and his teeth are tiny, and he is, such a comely reptile, if one would just take time out to examine his markings. The reason I write about this gecko today is due to the sad fact that another year has passed, and I just wonder how many more years I will be around to welcome this creature back into my life, like the swallows of San Juan Capistrano, if I were in San Juan. I just wished to post this short message to encourage my friends here to glory in nature, and, every morning, give thanks for a new day, not to mention feeling gratitude for your lizard, if your lizard is as good as mine, always returning when you want him. I cannot say if this lizard, yesterday evening, is the same lizard who hangs out here every year, but I believe he is. If I were to every leave Thailand, an eventuality that I highly doubt, there is really no doubt that one of the things I would miss most would be the gecko, the sound he makes, and the fear-love I felt when I first set eyes on my love. Some things in Thailand are just so great, as I know you know. I am extremely grateful for my time in Thailand, for many reasons. Same as you, I am sure. Kindest regards, And, wishing you many more happy years of the gecko, Glob

Good fences make good neighbors, maybe... Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean, No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there. I let my neighbor know beyond the hill; And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go. To each the boulders that have fallen to each. And some are loaves and some so nearly balls We have to use a spell to make them balance: ‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’ We wear our fingers rough with handling them. Oh, just another kind of out-door game, One on a side. It comes to little more: There where it is we do not need the wall: He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’ Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder If I could put a notion in his head: ‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it Where there are cows? But here there are no cows. Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense. Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him, But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather He said it for himself. I see him there Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. He moves in darkness as it seems to me, Not of woods only and the shade of trees. He will not go behind his father's saying, And he likes having thought of it so well He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’ Therefore, I say unto you.... Never buy a condo, or you might be taken for a fool. Rather, buy 20 hectares of land, and build your house in the center of your property. And then, grow high hedges.

Actually, truth be told, smokers downstairs can cause much discomfort upstairs to nonsmokers. This is really true. This problem can become very discomforting to nonsmokers...yet....this problem, also, is not easily solved in a building with multiple renters.

This is a problem which cannot be avoided unless you move to an unattached house. Even then, you will face smoke from many places, including neighboring countries. Best advice, therefore: aa. Invest in AC machines in every room. bb. Use double pane glazing. cc. Also, use the XiaoMi air purifiers in every room. dd. Cigarette smoke is truly a terrible problem when it rises from floors below. Nothing one can do....except....resort to technology or move to Pitcairn.

No, actually. It's just another Goodbye, Columbus. Highly polarized.

And then...I think.... IF Vivaldi were to be played in every Tambon, maybe.....heads might explode.... Like this...

Sometimes, while dreaming about things that might have been, or what should have happened, I wonder much about what might happen if, in every Tambon, instead of other music, Vivaldi started the day here, Every Day: And then...I think....

I mean, Vivaldi is OK. Vivaldi is only second to JS Bach, and Vivaldi was born before JS Bach... But, is there any significance in this yellow gown.....or....NOT? Who cares about the color of the gown, when one tries to play Vivaldi, and never achieves even half of what Vivaldi intended. But, anyone's interpretation might be considered as good as the next. Since, Vivaldi died too young, before the age of electronic recording of music. Such a pity. All we have left is the dregs of written music. We can only interpret what we, nor anyone, never witnessed. In a court of law, these days, we realize that testimony from eyewitnesses carries no weight. Vivaldi is second, only, to JS Bach, a man I knew well, and still know, to this day. Hope it is the same for you.

aa. Jack Nicholson was a Bad A.s in the film "The Last Detail" bb. And, we know that colors are important here cc. And, what about this color?.....

Is this always the final ending for most piano prodigies?

My Five Easy Pieces, sung by Jack Nicholson....(Maybe you know about playing piano pieces to please your father...)

Certainly, the Meaning of Life, if not lower life, is to pass on our genes, indubitably. However, the higher meaning of life is to pass on our genes in a more refined way, and, perhaps, to refrain from passing on our genetic material in the bars of Pattaya, if one can possibly avoid doing so, one might guess.

Do I have a book for you.....! "The Power of One" This book is about a young boy named Peekay who throughout his life has to fight adversity as well as persevere through hardships. I enjoyed this book, many years ago! And, I enclose the title of this book, here...in quotation marks, as recommended by someone else, here, on this thread. Read it. I have no doubt that you will enjoy it. Or, not. No harm done.

Are you calling me a limp Yankee Noodle Dandy? This has become our insult of pride! Of course, we all enjoy barbs and arrows, and word games, here, for sure. Otherwise, why would we keep coming back to this great place???

In order to become classified as an old fart, it is not easy. One must endure just too much of the unspeakable.

You seem to be repeating the old refrain from one of the most memorable characters in Joseph Heller's Catch-22 novel. Anyway, there is very much in Heller's novel which might be applicable to what goes on in these southern climes. Maybe, if one wishes to remain healthier and happier, then one should just follow the path of moral rectitude, and refrain from engaging in acts which cannot lead to your final uplifting ending. Joseph Heller wrote an amazing satirical novel which influenced young thinking people, all around our shrinking (shanking) world. Greatest author of the 1970s. Still valid, these days. For youngsters: Read it and enjoy it, because...you will never forget it.

Well....Today is Sunday, I thought. Therefore, I thought, a sort of sermon might be both apropos and appreciated. Was I mistaken? I think not.

My Dearest and Endearing Friends, Here I am, like you, faced with the unmentionable thing some call old age, and facing eventual loss of everything one worked so hard to accumulate during recent decades, all the good times we spent during our callow youth. So, how goes it with you? Are you presently experiencing a state in which you find yourself continuing to accumulate wisdom while losing your quickness, not to mention the loss of your hardness? How is your Seventh Decade treating you, in Thailand? Are the women still just after you, and are your loins still loiny enough for their liking? How goes it with you in the mental department, which is connected to your joint department, which is connected to your heart department, all three of which, being connected to your vascular department? Once one gets beyond a certain age, which is actually not a set age, one begins to ponder what seemed unthinkable when one was both 17 and randy. So then what? Looking back now, would one be willing to give up this hard-accumulated wisdom just for a return to the stupidity of rampant and randomly-directed randyness, the wastefulness of sowing oats around the world, in any given port of call? Would I give up my mind, today, just to enjoy mindless sessions of in-and-outs with the comeliest of young thingies, day after day, until I lost my mind, also, as a result of this, for no specific intellectual benefit? So, therefore, what I think might be the better choice, since there truly is no other choice left open to the likes of those how have reached the Seventh Decade, as a result of no fault of their own, is just to go with the flow, and make the best of it, and do no harm, while, also, maybe trying to do some good before kicking off to another planet, such as Saturn, something Kurt Vonnegut fondly wrote about doing himself. Somehow, maybe, we need to continue to find meaning in life. The best way to find meaning is to use what little wisdom we have accumulated in order to justify our own existence during this period of our own ongoing and increasing decrepitude. We NEED to remain full of optimism and gladness, for sure, if we are to continue on, like the good soldiers we are. Although we never asked to be born, for sure, still, here we are. And, like the Good Soldier Svejk, we must maintain a certain decorum and sense of humor during our remaining years, I think. What do you think? I love the trilogy, Good Soldier Svejk, because he has always spoken to me. Thank you Hasek for your great job telling a much-needed account of what it means to be a good soldier in this life, in Thailand, and in all other countries around our shrinking world. Fondest regards, Globulin

On the Plus Side: Creativity, such as this, just proves that Homo sapiens are the most intelligent species, so far, on this planet. In the future, we will continue to evolve. Most of us never even thought about stealing road signs, one might guess. Also, sad, in a way, that we are using our intelligence for this baser purpose.

When you say, "many years", how many years do you think would be "many years"? Yeah, Dude, young guys like you seem to have no real conception of TIME. And, no conception of Father Time, nor no conception of the Grim Reaper, which is bearing down on young people just as is the case with old people. Sometimes, it freaks me out that young people no longer read books. And that, young people like you, who address people as DUDE, are just so...... ....what is the word?