Selections from Slang Day
I’ve been told (Present Perfect Progressive) that I’m doing (Present Progressive) a poor job of updating (Present Participle) the blog. Fair enough. I’m (Present Simple) also severely behind in correspondence with a number of you, including (Present Participle) all the thoughtful and appreciated birthday wishes. So, here’s (Present Simple) a brief and temporary improvement on my performance.
My technical knowledge of the English language is improving, obviously.
And life is good! My birthday was greeted by a monsoon, but luckily the day before I went motorbiking to a couple waterfalls and found an excellent burger joint. I’m getting better at not sucking at teaching day by day. The language barrier between me and the Thai people is slowly coming down. And I’m finding a routine in life here, since I can’t just be a traveler forever.
But, never one for consistency, I’m about to become a traveler again for almost two weeks. Tomorrow, I fly to Kuala Lumpur and then bus to Malacca for two days. Then, back to Kuala Lumpur for a layover in Miri, before hopping a propellor death trap to Gunung Mulu World Heritage Area (park site).
Most exciting is the four day trek up Mount Mulu to the summit that I’ll be doing (Shackleton’s son was the “first” to attain the peak, although what are the odds it was a European first?). Although the routine in Bang Sak has been comfortable to find, I’m looking forward to the break. Consistency: who needs it?
Talk to you in a couple weeks.
Miss you much, love you more,
The train stopped at Bang Sue. We’d been on it only 20 minutes, maybe 30. I was trying to sleep but three peers were chatting in a language I couldn’t recognize. Russian? No, I heard “cerveza.” Spanish? Too many “sh” sounds. Catalan? I don’t think I’d recognize it even if it were. Italian? Eh, I give up.
The stop offered picturesque views of parked mopeds and sleepy taxi drivers. But as the train harumphed into motion, we passed cranes. Not the type that flap their wings into ascent, but the type that people build from diagrams and steel. The type that people use to build structures that dwarf the pyramids. The type they built in my hometown.
Dad loved those cranes. He basked in the feat of engineering and was probably proud that they were born in his hometown. He took the route home past the construction yard on purpose, slowing down to extend a 10-second passage into 30. They were lined up, waiting to be sent to Boston, Bangkok, Budapest, and Buenos Aires. These cranes, the kind without feathers, were created with the express purpose of serving a six-foot species that lives far beyond its natural abilities.
I’d almost feel guilty about the exploitation if the cranes weren’t being used for the very purpose for which they were created. Hell, we should all be so lucky.
You think I like that? You think I want to sit at the heavenly banquet next to Ann Coulter? Not so much.
But that’s what I’m stuck with because I’m in the Jesus business. And in the Jesus business there is not male or female, jew or greek, slave or free, gay or straight, there is only one category of people: children of God. Which means nobody gets to be special and everybody gets to be loved."