Prubangboy

We're talking about a whopping $140 blow out while on vacation? For several people? Parties cost more in Haiti. Get a grip.

I just signed up for 35 Qi Gong classes here in Chiang Mai. It seems like Tai Chi, but with more emphasis on balance. It's like, if I lived in Paris, I'd drink more wine: I live in CM, so why not study with a semi-name Qi Gong guy? I'm going to shorten my gym visits to squeeze it in. Anyone here done any so-called spiritual exercise? Muay Thai qualifies. What did you get out of it? Bonus question: Anyone had any romantic experience with a yoga-enthusiast? Was it chill or hot?

Saraburi is worth a look. I did a search here about Nonthaburi (also worth a look) and found that several posters here had moved there, since they found Nonthaburi too built-up. Spent two days there. If you're home-centered and content with Pizza Express and Swenson-type options at the mall for whitie-food, def worth a check-out. A little too sedate for me; I'd opt for Nonthaburi. I'd pick Cha Am over Hua Hin, but again, it's the battle of small versus smaller (with smaller winning out for me in that case).

I don't really care if they do or they don't. If they are a net-positive for me in terms of selling produce cheaper or having a taco truck I like, or doing some bad job that no whitie will do anymore, or picking fruit so an apple doesn't cost $5, I say come one, come all -and feel free to have your separate ethnic thing. The melting pot demand is obsolete, nearing a full century of being hilariously out of date. We need the warm, able bodies since we're no longer birthing our own and never will again. My mother in law's Mex caretaker gets $200 a day tax-free, plus room and generous board (5 people are also living there and eating). She nets out at more than a bank assistant vice president who went to a good college. Crazily, no poor whitie wants to do that job for that money. If one could be found, Mamacita would be quickly drop-kicked back to whence she came by my racist, TrumpTrash in-laws. Mamacita looks around and isn't sweating it. Hell, my mother in law gave her a used Rav4 car. When she dies, she will easily leap to another gig. She's gone for good back to adobe-land in a decade at the longest.

Again, as a Yank: Thank god for the Mexicans. They assimilate easily, are christian, want to move back home as soon as they can, contribute massively to Social Security for my boomer-benifet. And: Mexican Terrorism: Not since Zapata.

Def give this book a read (warning: no psychometric analysis): https://silkwormbooks.com/products/way-thais-lead It's about the Thai concept of Face (as in: saving face). Synopsis: if you keep going out of your way to humiliate very poor people, you are making them lose face. And it's only a matter of time before one of them punches you in your's.

Laos -real estate that no one's ever going to fight over. So I'd guess I'd go there. Udomoxi -lovely in the spring.

Lamest, most unfunny joke ever. Truly, just give up. Do you wear your funny red hat with your diaper?

the jokes just write themselves. Trump fans are now wearing diapers to support their incontinent leader (Snopes confirms). I theorized here (and got like six likes) that so much Trump lurvv was not so much racism and dumbness, but scat play enthusiasm. I will always denounce racists and will always stand up for fetish perverts: https://www.rawstory.com/trump-cult-wearing-diapers/

In Nimman, Chiang Mai, the genie is way too out of the bottle for that to happen. I'm going to estimate pot stores at 5% of all retail store frontage, partic along Nimman Road. A couple of have closed due to ineptitude, and I notice that no one else has re-rented them. I almost never see a soul in these stores, even on the weekends. It's the hipster equivalent of putting an unemployable rich kid into a coffee bar biz to have something to do where he might shift a half a dozen cups a day. Forget the pot heads leading a torch-lit protest to Anut's house, won't someone please, please think of the landlords? Full disclosure: I was a drooling, slobbering pothead when I got here, but got too high and have since sworn off it for good. My desire to stop others from my dismal former fate is bumping along zero.

For my TrumpTrash friends, here's a pretty good song that shows that TrumpTrash is now the real counter-culture -not hippie intellectuals like me. It's a shared identity that goes beyond politics. The crowd reaction is intense and visceral. Said Michael Corelone about the Cuban revolution: "It means they can win".

You're white boy summer has come and gone. White boy summer was 2021. Are you still upset about goofball white boy summer? Chill, Bro.

You gotta get over this. I went to dozens of Peace demo's in the 70's. I never saw a flag burnt. Have you? Like, in real life? You're traumatizing yourself over something that confined to your nutty noggin. Are you not in cheapskate paradise where thin women will finally sit on your face? Why so glum, chum?

I'm just not sweating feminists, trans, wokeness, or the green economy. I live in Cheapskate paradise (with my white, older wife). Every day is great. I'm signing up for a one year Thai language course at Chiang Mai Uni so I can get even more into loving it here. Chill, Bro.

I'm done debating Trump here. But if I hear or think up a good Trump joke, I'll still toss it out. His orange make up thing is out of control. Has anyone ever seen natural skin that color? It's proof of his deep madness and how scared all of his minions are to point out how absurd it's gotten.

Feminism starts in the late 60's (at the very earliest). The laws you are complaining about well predate that.

A lot of people are sort of fan-boys of public transit. I used to work at the Subway Museum in Brooklyn. It was very popular with international tourists. Occasionally, they would offer the chance to ride in an old subway car for a couple of hours. These tickets would sell out as fast as Taylor Swift concerts. The London Transit Museum def gets some visitors too. I'm a bit of an infrastructure buff myself. I visited The Hoover Dam and The Paris Sewers. On my Morocco tour recently, we visited an irrigation system. Fairly interesting to see how they grow an olive tree in the desert. I made it a point to take the train from the BKK airport straight to the pristinely preserved, 70's style Asia Hotel once. You alight the train and can walk directly into the hotel, like in Japan. There's also a chatty social aspect to transit that people enjoy.

When was the last time feminism caused you even a single iota of grief? They got us abortion. And I did shag straight through the 70's and 80's without fear of fatherhood. Thanks, Ladies!

It's the death throes of the no longer remotely revelant, now outright obstructive boomers -partic the white male segment who were born on second base, but act they built the whole ball park. Please get out of the way if you can't lend a hand, because the times, they are a-changing. Like you, I am glad to watch these dopey mastodons thrash around in their self-made tarpits straight into oblivion from afar -in a gentle, still alive place where a doctor visit costs me $20 at the high end. Whether it's Biden or Trump (but def more so if it's Trump), the best of us oldies, the volunteers, the givers, the arty types, the doers -are slipping away to the likes of Portugal, Costa Rica and Chiang Mai. Empathy to the good people stuck back home. But otherwise, let them stew in the angry sewer they insisted on making. Their future is brown (or at least beige) and tough darts if they don't like it.

100% correct. Off topic: -Buster's in Bangkok hits the mark. -My wife was in London recently and never had it before. Hobson's in Soho really rang the bell for her.

Quoting my relationship guru, Chris Rock: "A man is only as faithful as his options" The full bit, NSFW:

Last year, I had to leave CM for two months to dodge the smoke. This year it's 10 weeks. Love CM to death, and I do like to have a block of travel time every year. But if it edges into 1 one week in every 4 that I have to be gone, that's too disruptive and I'm outa here. Helllloooo Hat Yai.

I compared my divorce to someone (her) kicking a broken Coke machine (me) because -"where's my Cooooke?". At a certain point, that Coke machine is out of service for good. No more Coke for my ex. No more Coke for the former Ms. BritManToo. No more Coke for this sad lady. But they should all feel free to keep on kicking. Like Elvis, Coke has left the building.

It's terrible that some zillionaire is taking so much off the top of a cab driver's fare. I always tip 20% on top. I'm not a victim, I'm a person who's very grateful to be in a cheap place full of poor and unusually kind people. Nor am I a floor mopper getting double the floor mopper rate if I did it in a store instead of a hospital. You're basically, "I've got mine, Jack" and comically dressing it up as some kind of principled stand. I'm on vacation in Bangkok. It seems like no cab is ever going to turn on the meter again. I bargain it down a bit to pay 150 for the 80 baht ride. $2.10 is nothing to me. I hardly need to invoke snore-arama Wayne Dyer to justify my banal daily interactions.

True enough. Last June, I went looking for Lao coffee in Vientiane and found none.