what to say?

as my life gets weirder and weirder by getting more and more normal, i find i have nothing to say.

a blog about how little i did each day interested me - i may not have put any effort or focus into it, but at least there was the underlying fact that i was competing for the title of "world's laziest man" that seemed to give it a reason for being written...

but now - well - i have the same stuff as everybody else who works in an office for too little money. it's not even an office that bears writing about. the work is interesting on a personal level, but not worth writing about. the people i work with are solid and dependable and although they have petty office-politik disputes, also don't rate a mention, except perhaps for how normal they are.

but the strangest, strangest thing is, that apart from the working week being a day or two long, i don't think i want to go back to doing nothing again just yet. i will, i know i will, but not just yet. the reasons i stopped doing nothing (mostly because i had so many opportunities to be doing cool things but wound up doing, literally, nothing), are still there to be worked thru. when i find my inspiration again, i think at that point i will return to doing something worth writing about, but it may take some time.

until then, well, you can imagine, i guess...

the hammock is empty, but it is strangely good...

the flood

has been a very biblical 24 hours (old-testament style)

it rained last night and today. not pathetic little driply-droplet rain. not even your usual, run-of-the-mill tropical downpour. today, it RAINED. all last night and all today.

the fun thing about bangkok when it rains is that the roads flood.

i thought i'd be clever today, so i waited until 9am before i set off for work, thinking that as everyone else would probably be at work by then, i could maybe get a taxi. no luck. so i set off to walk to the subway - didn't think a bike-taxi was a good idea today, considering.

of course, being a working man now, i was wearing my suit - my dapper brand new suit that i'd gotten from the tailor yesterday (well, the trousers, anyway - the jacket was already hanging in my office - i'd had it delivered, y'see). nicely ironed shirt. new silk tie from jim thompson. nice shiny black shoes.

and the roads were flooded.

so, i did what i had to do - i took off my shoes and socks, rolled up my brand-new suit trousers, and walked happilybarefoot through the murky brown floodwaters to higher ground on the main street.

that was the highpoint of my day though...

but it's the stuff that you can never see yourself doing back home that make expat life entertaining...