It's interesting how my psyche has developed the required anit-bodies to fight philosophical discussion. I used to be really into metaphysical puzzle-solving, but after reading a cartoon interpretation of Wittgenstein I realized that philosophy is a disease and Cobra is the cure. No, not the beer, the movie character played by Sylvester Stallone back in the 80's.
Sorry about the rambling nature of this post. It's just that the juxtaposition of the whole situation is making me a strangely free-flow. I'm in Chiang Mai, the greatest backpacker location in the world, a place of amazing natural beauty and some of the friendliest people in the world. Yet my purpose here is to finish a really difficult and time-consuming spreadsheet project. It kind of freaks me out.
I'm also listening to some really cool retro music. The blade runner soundrack, one of the Orb's soundtrack. I can't focus... It's just all... so... wolly...
I'm attaching some cool pics of some friends I made last weekend. They didn't speak any English, yet I spent almost an entire day with them, meeting their friends, going for dinner, checking out some seriously cool resorts and lakes. I did lose face at one point. I have this habit of walking off now and then and investigating my surroundings and seeing whether I can't make some more friends. i did this, but found that NO, people in that particular resort DIDN'T want to make friends, so I returned to the group I had arrived with. They were completely shocked at my behaviour, and saw my rebuttal as a major loss of face. I couldn't explain to them that it was ok, nothing risked, nothing gained etc. But they were mortified. It took them almost half an hour to get over the experience, and I'm sure they'll always remember me as the foreigner who made a fool of himself...
