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Spent the afternoon hanging out in Bangkok’s backpacking tourist zone, Khao San Road. Languages overheard: German, Israeli, Australian, Kiwi, Yank, British, French, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, and a smattering of Eperanto (I think; could’ve been Latin, but I doubt it).

Khao San is an inexplicable draw for young and old, hippies and global nomads of all colors and configurations. I still can’t figure out what attracts all these travelers…possibly the gajillion sketchy tattoo parlors, Indian 24-hour three-piece-suit masters, the *muay Thai* back alley boxing, or the knockoff *everything* (Rolexs, Louis Vuitton, Saks, etc.).

To me, living in a semi-similar “zone” on Austin’s Sixth Street, it’s all no big deal, although I’m totally digging on the femme fatales in rainbow sarongs. Color me male.

Half my Bangkok friends are out of town for the next week – everybody goes home to visit their family at the same time, I guess – so I’m on my own and keeping out of (i.e. into) trouble (i.e. hiding behind BKK’s legendary mountains of trash and throwing empty Singha bottles at Australians). Fun city, baby.

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The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
And I am finally seeing 
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving 

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Whoa. Possibly the best advertisement for a push-up bra ever made. From Thailand, natch.

Ten Thing I Miss About Austin…

(No particular order is to be assumed, please. Absence makes the heart grow fonder is an adage I’ve found to be All Too True…) 1) My girlfriend, Kerri West. Period. 2) Writing, daily, for The Austin Chronicle and the regimentation — and pleasure — that it provides. (And the ability to go to movies in general without having to circumnavigate the Bangkok BTS Sky Train or its’ underground sister, the MRT.) 3) The Alamo Drafthouse Ritz. I live across the street and although I hear close hands have changed since my departure, it’s still my absentee home. 4) My family (Chris, Esther, Ida, and Dorian) and my friends, of course. Of which I have many in Austin and elsewhere in the States — Susanna, Sarah, Arielle, Bob Boucher, Marc, Justin & Kat, Lisa, Craig, Richard & Melissa, Ron, Val, the Weiner family, everyone at Spider House, everyone in (and out) of My Education, Jason Austin, and everyone else — but of which I now have many more of in Thailand and SE Asia. If you thought Austin was mad about the movies, music, and pop-culture, you’ve never been to Thailand. 5) Ron Deutsch’s cooking. And Pop-Tarts. (They don’t have those here.) 6) Polvo’s mango margaritas — despite the fact that I’m deluged by fresh mangoes on a moment-by-moment basis in Thailand. 7) Mogwai (and everyone at Brykerwood Veterinary, thank you)! 8) Lady Bird Lake and the nightly chaos of Sixth Street (not so unlike the nightly chaos of Bangkok, frankly). 9) My bike, my messy loft, and my books. Oh, my books! 10) The Paramount Summer Classic Film Series. And The Paramount/State Theaters in general. …and that’s just a partial list. If anything, evacuating my normal life for a while has only proven to me how much I love my “normal life,” stress and Austin’s madhouse growth be damned. Home soon. Can’t wait. (But you can bet I’ll be back in Thailand for Songkran 2557, Stacy…)
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There are very few films that have made me weep. The terrible ending of “An American Werewolf in London” was one of two. (The other was David Cronenberg’s “The Fly.”) You can imagine, possibly, the near-perfect relationships that were built upon these mutually, romantically, miserable screenings. And yes, I miss – and am in contact – with them all. (And Jenny Agutter/John Landis, too.) Suffice to say: there’s John Carpenter’s The Thing and then there’s John Landis’s An American Werewolf in London. I’ll probably be watching both on two monitors when I pass into the Fullest of Moons…

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Austin skate-punk pioneers the Big Boys. Can I get a witness?!

You don’t understand a word we say
You don’t listen to us anyway
All of this it’s just for fun
We’re not out to hurt no one

Fun, Fun, Fun that’s what we play
Fun, Fun, Fun that’s what we say
Fun, Fun, Fun no matter what they say
Fun, Fun, Fun we’ll have some anyway

I’m a punk and I like SHAM
COCKNEY REJECTS are the world’s greatest band
But I like JOY DIVISION, PUBLIC IMAGE too
Even though that’s not what I’m supposed to do

Fun, Fun, Fun that’s what we play
Fun, Fun, Fun that’s what we say
Fun, Fun, Fun no matter what they say
Fun, Fun, Fun we’ll have some anyway

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Hunter S. Thompson meets the Hell-panel.