Thinking About Rehnquist on a Rainy Day in Bangkok

While the title is snappy and I would love to vent about Rehnquist, this post has absolutely nothing to do with him and everything to do with a rainy day in Bangkok.

We are in the monsoon season here and it rains every morning and evening, and occasionally during the day. Bangkok is beautiful after it rains. Everything drips with life and Bangkok's coat of many colors seems to glisten.

The food vendors come out of the shadows of the trees and set up their stands, offering all manner of delights and treats. This city sometimes smells like the largest barbecue you can imagine, except it is not hot dogs and burger, but foods of all kinds and varieties. Some of the stalls have huge vats of goodies bubbling away in cocoanut milk. The resulting broth has this gleaming tinge to it. You can get home made breads chopped and served with sauce. There are stands selling squid, whole fish, crab claws and on some whole crabs, steaks, chicken little pork balls, pickled fruits and many other wonders of the orient.

There are 7-11s everywhere and like so many other stores they sell beer and whiskey. I am not sure if this is toogood an idea, given how Thais drink but it is most convenient if you want a beer to go to bed with.

Saw my driver today, a man who scares the living piss out of me. He calls me Teacher in a way that seems to have a hint of malice. I know he is not malicious, but misinterpretation goes a long way in this world and fuels most of outr problems. In the morning I must remember that he only wants to drive me to school.

That's all for now. Except to say, I heard a man on the radio once say that it was wrong to say bad things about the dead. In keeping with his rant, I must say that I hear Wiliam Rehnquist is dead. Good.