20260923

The Day I Got Cast Out of the Digital Realm (And How I Made It Back)

 

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Random Bonus Essay: The Nomads of the Morning Walk

 There's a certain type of person you start noticing on morning walks around here — the nomad worker. Not a lot of them, just a handful, scattered along the same stretch of soi, doing the same slow, aimless loop I am.

How do I know they're nomads? Honestly, it's not evidence-based. It's a look. Not Thai — usually white, sometimes East Asian. A certain posture, slightly hunched, like they've spent one too many hours hunched over a laptop in a co-working space that charges too much for coffee. You just know.

Why are they walking? I'm fairly sure it's the same reason I am.

For me, it goes like this: stay inside too long, and things start to curdle a bit. Bad thoughts loop. Negativity creeps in and takes over before you notice it's happened. It's not dramatic — just the slow mental fog that comes from too many hours indoors, staring at the same four walls and the same glowing screen.

And the fix, it turns out, is embarrassingly simple: step outside, get some air that isn't recycled through an air conditioner, and let the noise of the street knock the noise in your head down a notch.

So I figure the guys out there in the morning, walking with no particular destination and that same faint hunch in their shoulders — they're not out there for the exercise. They're doing damage control, same as me.

Bangkok Diary: Dragonflies in the Rain

  Woke up to a downpour this morning — the kind of rain that makes you reconsider every life choice that led you to leave the house. Small mercy: my kid was already out the door for school before it really let loose. Timing, for once, worked in my favor.

Before the rain hit, though, the sky outside was thick with dragonflies. Dozens of them, darting around like they had somewhere urgent to be. I have no idea where they all went once the rain started — do dragonflies have a backup plan for monsoon-style downpours, or do they just take the hit?

There's a canal near my place that's basically a glorified drainage ditch, and I've started wondering if that's ground zero for the dragonfly population. It would make a certain grim sense — murky water, standing puddles, mosquito buffet. Bangkok's version of a nature reserve.

Which got me thinking: in Japan, dragonflies are an autumn thing — practically a seasonal cliché, right up there with red maple leaves. But Thailand doesn't really do autumn. It's hot season, rainy season, and a brief, smug "cool" season that barely qualifies. So do the dragonflies here even know it's supposed to be fall? Or is that entirely a Japanese seasonal hang-up that means nothing on this side of the Gulf of Thailand?

 Lunch was yesterday's leftover chicken tomato stew — and honestly, it was better on day two. The tomato had another twelve hours to really soak into everything, which is one of the few genuine perks of eating leftovers in this country.

Then, out of nowhere, a wave of sleepiness hit. I fought it off with a strong pot of Earl Grey, which worked about as well as it usually does — meaning "sort of."

The rain had stopped by then, so I figured I'd step outside for a cigar. Except I was out. Normally I'd just order one through Grab and have it at my door in twenty minutes, but today I thought, eh, forget it. It adds up.

No idea what's happening for dinner yet. Still a mystery to me too.

On the work side: I do my Japan-market work as a location-independent nomad here, and right now it's smack in the middle of Silver Week back home, so things are dead quiet. Thursday and Friday are technically weekdays, but I'm fairly sure everyone's still off. Still — technically weekdays — so I went ahead and scheduled an email to a client for tomorrow. Sending it on an actual holiday felt wrong, but a weekday is a weekday, so I figured it's fine.

Scheduled send is genuinely one of my favorite small conveniences. Small win for the day.


20260614

大きなトカゲよりも、小さなヘビの方が怖いよね

さて今日は子供が何か将来大学推薦の時に出すために、ゴミ拾いボランティアだか、アクティビティだかなんだか知らないけど、友達と待ち合わせて公園に出かけた。

まあ、タイの公園での活動は、熱中症に注意が必要だ。あと、ヘビとかに気をつけないと。虫除けも必須。

ミズトカゲに遭遇したら、逆にびっくりするだろうけど、彼らは無害。それよりも、小さな蛇とか虫の方が厄介。

あとまあ、野犬か。でもバンコクといえども、都会の整備された公園には野犬はそれほど居ないと思うけど。いや、居るかな???

居るな。


結構都会のセブンイレブンにも、セブン犬がいるからな。


 

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20260611

コリアンバッフェ

そうこうしているうちに、子供のクラスメートの親で、昔から仲良くしているタイ人からランチの誘いの電話があった。