farangbah

I got your email the other day about the Re-up on Silver (thanks, btw), but when I clicked on the link it said the same thing when I clicked on a pic...

On another thread there was a reference to my man Hong Kong Phooey, a contemporary of Ricochet Rabbit & Droopalong... Coincidence?

When I was a kid I didn't like my name and asked my moms if I could change it to Hong Kong Phooey... Unfortunately, she said no...

Funny, I just went through the exact opposite, perhaps not unlike the reverse peephole on Seinfeld... It was like 4PM and I was on the train on the way home from work when I realized, hell, it's 9/11. There had been none of what I am sure were the ubiquitous reminders back home, where I was on that fateful day, and here I was looking back on my old life and it was really trippy. I thought about contributing to the resurrected 9/11 thread here about that day, but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I am a world away now, and this year's anniversary almost came and went without me even noticing it. Pretty strange feeling... BB, it did happen. And it's gettin' on about time to happen all over again, buddy!

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Currently opens at 6PM, mate.

Good weekend in BKK, boys: Fri: Party in Guess Bar (love their sausages! ). Sat: Birfday party of Jane (the better half of Socrates) at Darkside Bar (I'm presuming it's above board to report this, as the proprietor reported it elsewhere). Chris the owner promises free beer for a limited time, as well as raffles! Jane's friends will be coming from all over and we'll have a gay old time. And I just got off the phone with BKKLDBY who claims to have on marinade fifteen kilos of ribs. Now that's some good eatin'!

azza boy...!

Apology accepted if you fix your avatar (we can't see the quote -- what's that photo without the quote?)...

No worries. (Darkside wasn't quite as fun last night, btw...)

Despite all appearances to the contrary, here and elsewhere, gentlemen, Socrates has assured me that he is in no way officially affiliated with this establishment...

Had a buncha new girls in there last night, maybe eight to ten. A couple familiar faces, a couple new ones, a couple cuties, and a nice vibe. (...until Yumi seemed to not be getting the attention she perhaps thought she deserved and had a bit of a verbal catfight with a GG whom she accused of some Chinese whispers toward the LBs in the bar. It got all a bit melodramatic, but hey, what are LBs for... )...

No man I was just addressing Lung's point. No matter how happy I am living somewhere, I can find a way to point out the idiots around me. It's kind of a hobby of mine. Me no, I'm on top of the world living here. I turned to Socrates the other day and I says to 'im I says, "Man, not a day goes by when I still don't have at least one of those moments when you say, 'GodDAMN, I'm fucking psyched that I'm living in Thailand right now!" To which he replied, "Me too... And I've been living here ten years!" Man, I almost split the infinitive with this new femboy in Darkside last night... after she continued to mercilessly stroke my stalk in the bar. (you mean like that?)

Ah, Slim... Can't wait to get my boys back in town... But frankly, I'm a little disappointed in this thread. Between the doctor/nurse bit and the toilet cam, I was hoping/expecting this to be about our friends the Japanese...

Familiarity breeds contempt, as the old saying goes, and the little annoyances start stacking. It's a really tough human trait to shake. I find that it helps a little to simply remind myself that if I was anywhere else in the world I'd find a way to be complaining about essentially the same things... (assholes, idiots and shysters, by any other name...).

Mate, you're Lung here. Can't switch player pieces mid-game. (but your avatar is funnier over there...)

How you figure you called it?

Think I told my story on the old forum a while back but here goes... My first trip to LOS, say 7-8 years ago, I was up in Chiang Mai for a couple months, met a girl who gave me her virginity and we had the most lovely and innocent affair. She was the sister of the wife of the farang owner of a cute little beer bar, and acted as cashier and the only non-working girl in the bar. I won her over, and somehow our true joy became a mirror on the other girls' fake joy. It's a long story that ends badly, but in the process the other girls started referring to me as the bad foreigner, "farangbah"...

Sweet. Called it. Do I get a 500bt voucher...?

Funny, I wondered the same thing for a second, mate -- "Could it be?!" But I think Mardhi answered it in his next post. So, that leaves us to wonder... ? Gate, again? Haven't seen her or Fah in the bar much this month -- that could be a good thing or a bad thing...

I feel like Redd Foxx from Sanford & Son having a heart attack looking at them there smoochin' picks... "I'm comin' to join ya, Elizabeth...!"

It's a classic monomyth, or "hero's journey". Same reason you like Star Wars. I also think he ripped of Siddhartha, which, I think, ripped off the Buddha, which is the quintessential monomyth... Check out the work of the mythologist Joseph Campbell who, essentially, lined up all the stories from all the cultures in history and said, "Hey, look, they're all the same!" (he also went to George Lucas' house and rewrote Star Wars for him...)

Two words, three letters, and he effectively communicated his point. But with all that effort he expelled in pushing those five buttons (including the space bar and the period key), he could have simply clicked: (and that emoticon would even have said nine hundred and ninety-eight more words!). He is clearly more industrious than the communicators of tomorrow that I see before me each working day, who spend more time trying to copy others' work and pass it off as their own than actually trying to say something. A cherished talisman of a bygone era is our Ken, to be enshrined right alongside other endangered species like Poetry in the Museum of History, Language wing...

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Fantastic fucking thread, Gentlemen. Great points all around. And once again, our man Ken steals the show. I had wanted to address some of the grammatical points that Ken and 4:17 so eloquently laid out, and I really gotta agree. I spend a lot of time thinking about this subject. It's my education, my craft, and, well, a hobby. And as some have said, it really comes down to picking your spots, and what's best for each situation. What's the end goal of that situation? Is it to better educate that person? Then great, go for it. Or is it to effectively get your message across? If it's the latter, then you should rely on any and all things at your disposal to do that. Fuck fluency, rules, grammar, English. I'm sometimes left to wonder how much language we really need. 90+ percent of all conversations are less than two minutes. And the majority of those conversations express base need, desire, possession. How difficult is it to accomplish that? You can get pretty fucking far with non-verbal communication. You could pretty much drop me anywhere in the world right now and I could get by just fine. On the other hand, English is a virus that is consuming other languages, right now, as I type this. English is, as Sarah Palin likes to point out when she takes her foot out of her mouth long enough to try to cover her mistakes, a living language. It's the only language built to keep up with the propulsive trajectory that life is on right now. It's the only one that can truly keep up by saying, "If we don't have a word for it, we'll just make one. Or, we'll take yours." English is of Germanic descent. Know what they officially speak in the German scientific community? That's right. They gave up on their own language cuz it couldn't keep up. Thai? The government has actual laws preventing you from changing the language. Keeps it traditional. But it's also gonna get it left behind. It's predicted that fifty to ninety percent of all existing languages twenty years ago will be gone in their entirety (from being spoken, that is), in the coming years. So, if your goal is to help someone speak better English for their work and lives, great. But on the other hand (I think that's about three hands now, innit?), what gets me even more than the phone calls that irk Brother Slim, are the text messages I'm seeing more and more. The other day on the train, I saw the girl next to me rifle through what had to be ten messages on something that looked like facebook. At near lightspeed, she fired off individual replies to all of them consisting of no more than a single symbol, an emoticon, if you will. More and more this is where communication is going. And I joked about it and alluded to it when we revamped the emoticons on this site. SamplerDoc was a prophet of doom, Gentlemen. Everybody's gonna eventually have their own customized palette of symbols, pointing and clicking them to speak for us (and, of course, those symbols will eventually have logos on them). Who needs translator sunglasses when you can just take out your iPad in the bar and click on: . Who needs language...