20260924

Bonus Essay: Things You Should Never Do in Thailand

 If you're coming from an English-speaking, mostly-white environment, Asia takes some adjusting to. If you're from somewhere like New York, LA, London, or Sydney, you've probably already got Asian immigrant communities around you, so the culture shock is softer. But if you're coming from somewhere more homogeneous — small-town America, say — the adjustment takes a little longer.

That said, the adjustment period doesn't last. Everyone's friendly, everyone's curious about you, and if you're a guy, you'll probably have a girlfriend within weeks. That part happens fast.

Case in point: a friend of mine, from what Americans themselves would call the middle of nowhere. Tall, blond, classically handsome — and also, by his own admission, a total small-town guy underneath it. Good-natured, easygoing, but back home he had no real job prospects and no luck with women. Just quietly stuck.

Then he landed in Bangkok. First reaction: pure culture shock at how enormous and dense the city is. Second reaction, much more useful to him: people here look at a tall blond guy and see a Hollywood movie. Suddenly he's read as some kind of effortlessly elegant city sophisticate, which, let's be honest, he was not. But that misread became an advantage.

With no particular skills to speak of, he did what a lot of guys in his position do — started teaching English. Not because he had any special command of the language, just because he happened to speak it natively, and that alone is marketable currency once you cross an ocean.

Job: acquired. Girlfriend: acquired, almost immediately.

So here's a guy who, for the first time in his life, has everything going his way — job, girlfriend, social status he never had back home. Naturally, it went to his head a little. You try telling a guy in that state to stay humble; he's not listening. Everything's finally working out for him, and it's the first time he's ever felt that.

Then the ex-boyfriend shows up.

One thing leads to another, words get heated, and it turns into a full-on shouting match. My friend, riding high on his new life, doesn't back down — comes across like he's telling the guy to know his place and get lost.

What he didn't know — what most newcomers don't know — is Thai culture around face and pride. Losing face in public is, for a lot of Thais, worse than almost anything else you could do to them. Pride runs deep here, arguably deeper than almost anywhere.

And the other thing he didn't know: Thailand quietly has a lot of guns in circulation. More than people realize. Incidents happen that never make international news.

What happened after that, exactly, I honestly don't know. We drifted apart not long after, the way friendships in this city sometimes just do, and I never got the full story.

But the lesson stands regardless of how his particular story ended: never, ever, under any circumstances, get into a confrontation with a Thai person.


Bangkok Diary: The Morning Panic That Wasn't

 Woke up this morning with a strange, dull pain under my arm. For about thirty seconds, I genuinely panicked — the mind goes straight to worst-case scenarios before you've even had coffee. Lymph nodes, some mystery illness, the works. Classic 6 a.m. catastrophizing.

But no. It's almost always the same boring culprit: the air conditioner. I slept in a tank top again, which in hindsight was a mistake, because a night of cold air blasting directly onto exposed skin is basically an invitation for this exact kind of ache. Lesson relearned, not for the first time.

And it's never just the one thing. Once I'm properly awake and taking inventory, there's usually a small lineup of minor complaints waiting for me. The light feels too sharp for no reason — dry eyes, probably, from staring at screens all day with no real breaks. My lower back and legs feel stiff and cold, like the muscle itself got chilled overnight. It's a whole little parade of "wait, what's wrong with me today," and every single time, the answer is: nothing, really. Just the AC doing its quiet damage while I slept.

The annoying part is knowing the fix and still not doing it. Turn the AC off and it's too hot to sleep. Use the timer function and, more often than not, it just doesn't cooperate — welcome to Thailand. So the actual solution is embarrassingly low-tech: put on long sleeves and long pants before bed instead of sleeping half-dressed like it's still July back home.

And, like clockwork, by the time late morning rolls around, all of it — the aches, the light sensitivity, the general sense of "something's wrong" — just quietly resolves itself. Sympathetic and parasympathetic nervous systems sorting themselves out, apparently. My body's daily reminder that most of my problems are self-inflicted and temporary.

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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。