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Castilian, you mean?

Are you now referring to some passage in The Merchant of Venice? Are you now demanding a kilogram of flesh?

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Pardon me, but might I, most respectfully, ask you..."which high school"? The only reason I ask is because it seems to me that your word usage is, somewhat, atypical to anything I have ever witnessed in America. I would say that...IF...you are from America....then...it must be the Tri-state area. Am I getting close? Still, I respectfully submit that your English is not American. You are using too many English constructions that are just not American, which is not a sin, of course. I just find it curious. Please do not get miffed at my curiosity. Good!

Just another photoshopped image, one assumes.

How old is the photo? Plus or minus 30 years from yesterday, I would imagine. Anyway, if one were from New Zealand, then why would anyone be overly concerned with dates of photographs? Because, in New Zealand, one day is just like the next. New Zealanders and guys from OZ always tell us that life there is so very boring. Therefore, asking what date a photo might have been taken, given how slow and boring it is in New Zealand, probably does not even matter. Every day is almost the same as the day before. Living in New Zealand, to hear New Zealander's tell it, is sort of like Groundhog Day. I really do not know why some people from Australia or New Zealand seem so insistent upon telling the world about high prices and boring days. Maybe this happens when guys have spent too much time living the good life. Heaven, likewise, is very boring, I would imagine, if one spent overly much time there. Just sitting in Heaven everlastingly strumming the old harp. That might get old within about one million years, the first millisecond of Eternity. Australia must be boring, or, otherwise, why would we hear so much about the boringness of Australia? When I was young, I dreamed of visiting Australia. And, I know some Japanese who have thankfully retired there. Seems to me that Australia must be a far better place than is told here in Thailand. I bet I could find a very nice place to live in Australia. However, I doubt that it is so easy for a farang to get a retirement visa to Australia. I would definitely consider moving to Australia, if they would have me, which I doubt. Anyway, sorry to hear about the problems in NZ and OZ, and I take these problems and negative stories with a grain of salt. (People from NZ and OZ are extremely fortunate to be citizens, I would say. They should count their lucky stars, in fact!)

Blues is something which originated in America, principally in the deep south.. Unless you grew up in America, in the deep south, especially, then you might not be able to fully understand this music. You might like the sound of it. But, you might not have ever visited places which were segregated according to skin color, black and white. Maybe you never lived through the years of strife of the 60s, for example, in America. Blues is NOT just music that you think might "sound good", is all I am saying... What do you think?

I am so surprised that most people do not know about the Red Line, and redlining. Truly, you should, if you do not. Anytime I hear the words Red Line, I always think of this, but maybe it's just me. Bells go off in my head when I hear Red Line, every time. Thankfully, I spent most of my life in places like Gladwyne where redlining was not much of an issue, before escaping to Asia.

It's OK. He's not American.

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/transcoded/6/65/Under_the_Southern_Cross_(1927).webm/Under_the_Southern_Cross_(1927).webm.480p.vp9.webm Interesting New Zealand film. Under the Southern Cross (1927) Those were the good old days, for sure.

Basically, and fundamentally, one must agree with the writer of this topic, and also with the Guardian. Places like NZ and OZ, being south of the equator, really have nothing to offer for movers and shakers. Therefore, if you wish to be a mover and a shaker, you need to head far north to places like the UK, Boston, and California. However, if you wish to make a fantasy film, something about a wolverine, for example, then New Zealand is the place. Any film dealing in fantasy, you will get 100% support in places like New Zealand and Australia. South of the equator, most people live in a fantasy world. I mean, have you ever watched the news broadcasts put out by those in Australia or New Zealand, for example? Just pure fantasy. In fact, life in Australia and New Zealand is like life in a summer camp for boys and girls in any country above the equator. Sad...really. Because, it never had to be this way. NZ and OZ could have been satisfied with life, a slower existence, just keeping to themselves, rather than reaching for the brass ring perceived to be above the equator, somewhere. What must it be like to live down south? Who knows. Glad I did not know. But now, I think I do know. It must not be good.

In case you don't know by now, major research universities are no longer very much restricted or limited by where they exist, in any given country. Just restrict yourself to living on campus. You will be fine.

With all those mountains in NZ, one might become bored with mountains, sooner than later. People from NZ love mountains, as everybody knows. Some have even died on mountains, such as Everest, just because, growing up in NZ, mountains is all they think about. But, if one can forget the mountains in NZ, and sailing, then there are other frontiers to explore, even some frontiers more worthy than climbing a now-overcrowded, and now-polluted, Everest. Think about climbing Caltech rather than climbing up and down a mountain, or digging a pit, and then filling it in. It ups to you, if you got what it takes to qualify. It will not be easy. But, no matter how old you might be, if you have the brains, CalTech will accept you. .

If you hate NZ and OZ so much, then, come here.... Maybe you might even learn something.... This place welcomes EVERYBODY. NZ and OZ are just too BORING for you, and the rest of us.

CHOPPIN COTTON Yes, Suh! Just...Choppin Cotton, and singin the blues.

Not sure if guys from the UK know how to sing the blues. Mostly they just sing second-hand blues from real blues singers from the Southern States of the USA. But, anyway...

Please check this out.... Is this really Maxwell at the Royal Albert Hall in 2005, listening to Cream? At minute 2:03? If so, then, for sure, she is now learning to sing the blues, baby, in NYC, better than she ever did. Also, Maxwell looks just toooo bored for this great blues song.

Please note: In this Cream recording from Albert Hall, I think I actually spied Epstein's GF in the audience. I mean Ghislaine Maxwell, at the 2:03-minute mark. What do you think? I cannot say for sure. But, you know, in days gone by, Ghislaine was everywhere... And so, why not here, too?

Best yet, so far, as of now.... a. Holiday and her Strange Grapefruit b. And this.... We gotta go to church...!

By the way, how often, during the day, do you change your shirts? Before the pandemic, when I almost completely stopped wearing anything more than a towel around my waist, I would change my shirts at least three times a day, conservatively. This is no joke. Thailand is located in a hot climate. Anytime my Oxford cloth shirts began turning dark with sweat, I always changed into a new shirt which I carried with me. Please believe me, that I'm not joking. When things got too intensely hot, during the Hot Season, I would find a private restroom, and wash the sweat and stink from my pits, and then don one of the the fresh shirts I always carried with me. When I returned home, I would immediately send the sweaty shirts out for cleaning. I have spent most of my life in some of the hottest, humidest, and most air-polluted places you might ever imagine. And yet, even in these places, one is sometimes expected to wear a dark suit and tie. Hong Kong, as I recall, was one of the worst. Exceedingly high humidity, and so many long and fast walks to get where you were going, unless you were riding in a Bentley. There was really no option, when your collar turned wet and dark from sweat, other than to pull out, from your attache case, a freshly pressed Oxford shirt, in the nearest men's room. This kind of makes me laugh, because I happen to know that I am not the only one who has done this. The thing that once most perturbed me was that the guys in Hong Kong, the guys you were going to meet, were all standing next to their conference tables, cool and calm like cucumber sandwiches. They always had this slight, barely perceptible, smirk on their face, something old school, in their USD5000 hand-sewn suits, which said... "I know that you just slogged through heat and humidity to get here. And, I know that you just changed your sweat-drenched shirt in my washroom before entering my cool air-conditioned office with artwork on the wall." FACE is important in Hong Kong. Try never to let them know that you have been sweating. If you ever find that one of your shirts has any minute stain, anywhere, then just bin it or burn it. I do miss Hong Kong guys, the ones in offices high up, overlooking Hong Kong harbor. So many of them were well-educated, and possessed the very driest humor. Now, those days are gone. Long gone is any real humor in Hong Kong, except maybe for gallows humor.

One valid point that nobody has mentioned, so far. Why do you think you need underarm antiperspirant or underarm perfume? Think about it! I have been in Asia for over 40 years. I stopped buying underarm deodorant, 38 years ago. And, so far, I have had no complaints from the women. I could easily explain why underarm deodorant is not necessary. But then, I would need to resort to science. A few years ago, when I was not celibate, some of my GFs loved to smell my armpits. This is NOT a joke!!! The key is to remain physically fit. Women, for sure, can discriminate between a healthy male and a sickly male, just by smelling the male armpit. I realize that most readers here might believe I am joking. But, this is not the case. There is documented science on my side of this argument. Therefore, get in shape. Do a lot of long distance swimming in the ocean, or running, or rowing, preferably. Never use armpit deodorant. And, within two months, or less, your pits will come up smelling like a daisy. By the way, did you think that using some off-the-shelf armpit spray could really mask your smell, from a woman's sensitive nose??? Think again!!! No way, no how! This is actually quite an interesting and worthy Topic. I should have thought of this one, myself. Truly a great Topic! Because, guys here are so worried about coming to Thailand, a land, like all other places in East Asia and SE Asia, where armpit spray is rarely sold. Man, do I ever hate the smell of Jade East!