Revealing my inner geek

>> Thursday, June 26, 2008

I love geeks. I don't know why, but I find them fascinating. Maybe they're a bit like the mystics and soothsayers of ages past - they understand the deep inner workings of things and seem to hold the knowledge that can unlock the powers of the universe.

And maybe there's a bit of affection for a category of people who in the past were considered weirdos and outcasts. The triumph of the underdog, on a grand scale. The kid you picked on in 4th grade is now creating things used by millions of people across the globe and getting wildly rich in doing so.

Bill Gates maybe didn't have too many friends as a youngster. These days, he's getting 4 million emails a day and there's approximately 2 billion people who would like to be his friend. (Another 2 billion are sworn enemies, of course, but that's a different story.)

My first introduction to computers was in a class in high school, which I recall only vaguely. I lacked a knack for the rudimentary programming functions I was trying to do. If I remember correctly, I was supposed to write some code to track points on some coordinates to make a rectangle or some such. I happily plugged in all the digits and doohickys, pressed "Enter" and up on the screen popped a tangle of criss-crossing lines.

I'm afraid to say that my programming skills have developed by a factor of zilch since that day. I will never be part of the pocket-protector set, and I will probably never understand how Internet technology works but I'm darn glad it does.

Since creating my little tangleweed code, the ways in which computer and Internet technology can go rapidly wrong has caught my interest as much as the geeks who orchestrate the whole web-shebang.

So I love reading things like this, from a Vanity Fair article about the birth of the Internet:

"There were countless snags. One of my friends figured out that you could order a negative quantity of books. And we would credit your credit card and then, I guess, wait for you to deliver the books to us. We fixed that one very quickly."
- Jeff Bezos, describing the launch of Amazon.com

A negative book order. Now that's the ultimate geek-cool.

I also love how IT is still very much a playground for the young. The founder of Facebook, Mark Zuckerberg, was born in 1983, for example.

People who were born in 1983 should not feasibly be running a company that was once offered - and turned down - a $900 million buyout offer from Yahoo.

People who were born in 1983 should not be sitting atop something with a market-cap potential into the billions. No, people of such an age should really be serving me coffee in a cafe somewhere.

Anyway, he's a geek so I love him.

Mr Zuckerberg, if you're ever in the neighborhood, maybe we can meet up for a chat about all things Internet. And, by the way, I like my coffee toasty hot with a splash of cream.

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Sweet solstice

>> Sunday, June 22, 2008

I realized today that we've just passed summer solstice. It's easy to forget -- here in Thailand it's not like I've been holed up for 6 months waiting for the spring thaw and lengthening days. The days do lengthen, but by minutes only here at 8 degrees latitude north.

People from more northerly climates ask me if I miss "the seasons". Quick answer: winter, no. Long answer: well, we do have seasons here in Phuket, three* in fact but they bring more subtle changes.

Today, for example, while I was driving just after a rainstorm, the sky was a dramatic deep blue with swirls of charcoal lined with the hidden sun's white hot rays. The hills in the distance appeared as an impressionistic painting, being slightly fuzzed out by the raindrops.

It's only this time of year that the sky has such a quality.

"Summer" here is the season of drama, with the southwest monsoon winds blowing in making the waves rise and pound against the shorelines, causing stately trees to crack in storms, and more rain in a season that I probably saw in a lifetime out on the prairies of Canada.

I love it. Sipping tea on a comfy chair inside while watching sheets of rain smash into the house while all the trees are being whipped mercilessly by the wind is pure bliss.

Some like it hot. I like it wild and windy.

Here's to summer and its never-ending days!

And, while on the topic, here's a fine Mary Oliver poem all about summer, too.


*The Seasons: 1) Hot, 2) Hot & wet, and, 3) Unbearably hot.

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Think we've got some explaining to do

>> Saturday, June 21, 2008

These Berenstain Bears keep sparking conversations with my son, 3, that I'm not quite ready to handle yet. The story about the new little sister bear's arrival, with illustrations of the pregnant mama bear, gets him all in a tizzy.

Tonight, the talk went something like this:

"And so mom ate me and I was a seed and I was in mom's stomach and then I grew and grew up big and POPPED out of mom's face and my face came out of her face and I was big and strong and I did that I really POPPED out and, and...."

[Repeats the entire scenario in Thai to my hubby; then again back to me, in English]

Both my husband and I said "uhhhh yeah", and provided no further elaboration.

Not quite sure when to reveal the shocking truth about where, indeed, his face popped out. Poor kid's having a bit of trouble falling asleep this week; would hate at this point to plant an image that might make his head swirl any more than necessary.

I fear his funny little tale will lead to horrific misconceptions on sex and babies like these, at Savage Love.

But, for now at least, it's my cheap entertainment on a Saturday night.

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A loo for you, you AND YOU!

>> Wednesday, June 18, 2008

It's one of the first things a visitor to Thailand will notice: the large number of very pretty, often very sexy, shemales, known here as katoey.

So this news story about a transvestite toilet being set up in a secondary school is surprising only to those who have never been here. Though I guess it is rather surprising that a wee, poor remote province near Cambodia is the torch bearer in this new movement to accommodate the third sex.

I've shared many a public restroom with a katoey, and it frankly never occurred to me to be bothered by it. But I suppose among 16 year olds the sentiment may be different!

Anyway, katoey do have a special place in the hearts and minds of many here in Thailand, so it's fair enough that they should be given their own pot to piss in.

To get an idea of what I'm talking about, check out this Pattaya Daily News story and photos about Thailand's top katoey beauty pageant, Miss Tiffany. Pretty no?

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Fanatical feminist views & motherhood

Geez, this article by Rebecca Walker, the daughter of author Alice Walker, is certainly disturbing.

I'm equal parts sad for Rebecca and her lonely, painful experiences, appalled at her spiteful airing of her mother's dirty laundry and confused about the purpose of it all.

She closes by saying that all that matters to her now is a happy family. Looks like a real work in progress there.

Anyway, now she's probably ruined Alice Walker for me, since with any future reading I might do of her work, I'll be imagining her penning it in her studio while her young daughter sits alone at home 100 miles away.

Maybe that was the purpose...?

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Gone postal

>> Monday, June 16, 2008

Non-postal, actually. The ol' writing fingers have seized up this week, and my brain along with them.

Hopefully the muse, that fragile, fleeting beauty, will return soon.

But anyway, life is good, in case anyone was wondering...

:)

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Hit me

>> Monday, June 09, 2008

Coffeeeeeeee. I need coffeeeeeee.

I don't know what's going on but it's taking me forever to log into Blogger tonight.

I hope the government isn't trying to block it again. If this is the case, then...a letter:


Dear Government of Thailand,

If you are reading this blog, please take note. Efforts to muzzle the free speech of your citizens and guests is a futile, stupid effort.

Most people using the web are smarter than you. Their mindset is in the 21st century. Freedom of expression in any shape or form is a thing to be be feared only by power-hungry tyrants who worry that an unleashing of inquiry and information about their dodgy deeds will topple them, and rightly so.

If you try to suppress the people, they will work around you. Thais are the masters of the workaround, having been forced to do so under successive regimes of failure and incompetence.

Stop the cronyism. Get with the program. Yes, the program of Democracy and Free Speech. Or you will be left behind by the enlightened and free people of this world.

If you fear your people so much, then do us all a favor and Leave. Go to Zimbabwe or somewhere like that where people like you tend to flock. Flock off Government!

Sincerely,
Ms Serrated

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Was kinda one of those days...

>> Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Madness. Sheer madness today. And, no, I'm not talking about Hillary Clinton.

Total chaos today. I'm not into astrology but I think the stars are misaligned somehow. Starting from 8 am today it has been a series of mishaps, breakdowns, miscommunications with a little bit of conflict, road rage, rapid-fire SMS messages, pressing editorial deadlines and badly-timed messy diapers thrown in.

Felt like a fish on a hook today, being reeled along as I bounced around wildly, confused yet fighting it all the way.

Won't bore you with the details, but here is but one moment that reflects the essence of the day:

While driving home from work after picking up the kids, and ignoring the phone calls and text messages from frustrated people (as a result of a convergence of technical breakdowns at the apartment building my family runs), my son used his precious little toe to open the car's back window.

I promptly put it up, telling him it was too hot and too stinky to keep it down - we were stuck in traffic on a 35-degree-Celsius-brain-melting-insane-humidity day, and there was no chance I was doing this trip without the aircon.

As we all know, the favourite word a 3-year-old likes to hear is, "No."

The word "No" is like a trigger that makes an otherwise sane child explode into a babbling fit at the total unfairness of the universe in which he rules.

"WINDOW DOWN! WINDOW! DOWN! WINDOW! DOWN! DOWN! DOWN!"

...followed by...

"I LIKE HOT STINK! I LIKE HOT STINK!I LIKE HOT STINK! I LIKE HOT STINK! I LIKE HOT STINK! I LIKE HOT STINK!"

This was the blast from the back seat today for the remainder of our journey.

My cooing talk to try to calm him down kept getting interrupted by my chortles of laughter.

I LIKE HOT STINK!

My new mantra, whenever the day gets me down.

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Gem of the week

>> Sunday, June 01, 2008

Brand spankin' new beach!

At least to me, it is. My husband took me to this beach on Saturday - didn't know it even existed on our fair isle until yesterday. Almost slid off the single-lane, curvy, hilly road getting there, but it was well worth it.

Hot as fricken' blazes though. Didn't know how the pix would turn out because I was so blinded by the sunlight on the sand.

But overall, pretty darn close to paradise. In fact, that's what it's called: Paradise Beach.


Someone got here first, darnit!


Our little friend, a monitor lizard, called "hia" in Thai.


My new office ... I wish!

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About Phuket

It's pronounced "pooh-ket", not "fuckit".
Its population is roughly 30% Chinese-Thai, 30% Malay Muslim Thai, 30% Buddhist Thai and an assortment of nutjobs and wackos such as myself.
It's a great place to come for holiday, but I'd rather you not because there's enough traffic here already, thank you very much.
It's a long way from Canada.

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