Excuse me, Mr. Monk… My butt is asleep.

Luckies! I wrote up a whole big thing about how the Theravada Buddhism retreat truly awakened me, how I grew to understand and love the cement bed and wooden pillow, how I have now learned to be much more accepting of others (except, of course, those who wear Hard Rock Cafe T-shirts), and how I […]

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Keeps you up all night.

Oh no.We have all heard about colossal mistakes in choosing a product name. The Nova. This water in Cambodia. I have seen many during this trip. But I just let it go, not wanting to laugh in the face of innocent locals. But this is too much. I have just heard a radio commercial for […]

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Contest! Contest!

The Malaysian flag is kinda close but not that close to the American flag because: A) Malaysians mastered copying in school where they had to change their answers a bit. B) In their version of rock-paper-scissors, a moon and a pointy star beat 50 regular stars. F) When they were making it, the only access […]

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and rats and pastries

Bangkok was a blur of lights and taxis and tourists and dreadlocks and markets and street food and boats and rivers and trains and malls and more tourists and mangoes and fresh-squeezed orange juice and hawkers and lady boys and cafes and high rises and hookah pipes and backpackers and old men with acordions and […]

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The Mekong is long.

I’m talkin’ long. I wonder if there are record books and fame for the fish who have made it from one side to the other. She begins all the way up in Tibet. And flows in every which direction until she hits the sea after Vietnam. She’s murky and, at first, seemed to me rather […]

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