Next Life in the Afternoon

A big myth about Thailand is that the food is all spicy. In fact, most dishes are served rather bland and spices are provided at the table so each diner can adjust the flavor according to his or her tastes. Sometimes, though, social pressure wins out and consuming too much spice is unavoidable. Here is an example of just such and instance, when I had lunch with my friends in Nakhon Ratchasima:

Phramaha Nattapong sat by himself and was brought a number of plates of food, as is the custom for feeding monks. Nut, Gak and I sat together and ate rice noodle soup. Nut took a spoonful of dried chili peppers and added it to his soup, smiling. Next Gak did the same thing. They smiled at each other and looked at me.

I am a big fan of spicy food and am not afraid to try something new that might be a bit on the hot side. At the same time, I am not the type of person to simply eat something for the sake of burning my palate. This was more than a matter of culinary preference, though. Everything hung in the balance – national pride, masculinity, ego – as I looked at the smiling faces before me.

I reached for the hot peppers and took an equal amount as the others did, adding it to my soup. They laughed with excitement, knowing the challenge was just beginning. We each took a mouthful of soup and swallowed it, the two of them watching me intently, waiting for this strange farang to completely lose his shit.

The soup burned me and I could no longer distinguish between temperature and spice. Each exacerbated the other. The overall heat was overpowering but I managed to swallow, thinking of the cooking process happening to my trachea and stomach from the steaming liquid as it blanched my gullet. I wanted to drink something cold but did not want to show myself as weak. I fought back the tears and recalled my karate practice from years earlier, which was at times much more painful than this, especially on the rare occasions that I missed a block and took a fist in the face. There were no tears then. Why start with all that now?

My comrades were duly impressed and slapped my back in an accepting way as we got down to the business of finishing the soup. I ended up having two bowls just to dilute the fire in my belly and try to wash the spice out of my mouth, innards, pores and eyeballs. The spice had become systemic in my body, possibly even my soul, and I was not sure if it felt good or not.

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Four years ago today – this very minute – I was on a plane to Thailand. Well, maybe to Chicago or Tokyo, to be more specific, but my journey was underway. I had been sure to get aisle seats on all legs of the trip. It’s bad enough being on a plane for 27 hours. I can’t imagine being stuck in a window or center seat with my giant Germanic frame.

February 1, 2004 was the day of the Super Bowl and as the in-cabin monitors showed our position over the long trail of Aleutian islands, the captain came on and announced that he had picked up a station from Honolulu that was broadcasting the game, if anyone was interested. I don’t really care about football but thought it was pretty amazing that radio signals first of all reached as high up as we were and second that they could be picked up from so far away.

At that same moment, my wife was in Boston watching the game on a big-screen TV with our friend Jody. I only learned this after the fact, of course, but found the connection to be a special one, learning that through the miracles of football, advertising and radio technology, we could be connected just a little bit, though thousands of miles apart.

I don’t know where I am going with this or where this journey I am on will take me, as I look backward four years, but here’s to enjoying the ride and loving the new adventure every day brings!

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“I have to go back to Thailand,” I remember Phramaha Nattapong saying once. “It like I am empty. My heart empty. I need to see my family and my country.”

“Like you have to recharge your batteries,” I said.

“Yes, like recharge battery. I think you understand.”

This is just what I have needed to do myself after a long time working in a day job and teaching at night, with very little time to work on this book. What I have rediscovered in the meantime is a writer I have enjoyed on and off for a year or so. In her blog Nothing But Bonfires Holly Burns writes in the most incredible way - amusing, humorous, deep, philosophical and is able to turn a story from a yarn a person might tell into a string that artfully leads back to itself the best self-referential way.

Burns is not just a great writer but a refreshing one. Reading her work helps me recharge a bit. I can’t put my finger on why or what it is but it feels nourishing, like a salve I didn’t know I needed. Maybe it’s just perspective - seeing things through another set of eyes, both familiar and foreign. I can feel myself regaining the hold I had on my writing and am excited to continue.

But the best part about Holly, and likely what makes her just a bit alluring is that she is a language geek like me and even has a favorite punctuation mark. Not many of us admit that. For me, it’s hard to say. I love em dashes; I am not as big a fan of semicolons (or of parentheses), as Holly is. I suppose it takes all types. Not everyone will agree on something as controversial as punctuation.

Thanks, Holly, for providing whatever it is I get from your blog that seems so refreshing and inspires me to continue forward.

If you have not seen Holly’s blog, please go check it out. Her careful dedication to the craft of writing is clear and I am sure you will find her style as interesting and intelligent, yet down-to-earth as I have.

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I just used Lulu.com to create a calendar from some photos I did in Thailand when I was there in 2003 with my lovely wife. Go check it out!

This was a lot of fun to do, as it had me looking at the pictures quite seriously, remembering places and people and in general putting myself back into a country that is half a world away. What an incredibly beautiful country it is in many ways!

Here are some samples of the pictures:

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I just started writing again yesterday and hit a very prolific stride rather early on, churning out a good amount of new material. Mostly at this point I am editing the book, taking out chunks, recrafting sentences and ideas and deciding what adds to the sory and what does not.

That’s the real question I have been asking myself as I slog through the manuscript. Does this part add to the story somehow, does it take away from the story or is it like a neutral element, doing neither of those things? If something does not add to the story it gets cut. The decision role is the hard part of editing, especially with a narrative story, such as this.

If I were to hire an editor, which is not a simple thing to do on a photographer or teacher’s salary, the editor would have to read the whole manuscript before being able to judge each individual element. Basically, you have to know the beginning and the narrative path and see what end it comes to before being able to judge what should stay and what should get cut.

Eventually I will have to hire an editor, I think, or get one through whatever publishing house buys the book. The emotional involvement I have with this project is pretty serious and I am sure I am not always making the best decisions when choosing what to keep. I will have to examine this within myself and find a good editor in the next few months.

The timeline has been pushed back a bit, and right now I am looking at being done hopefully by the start of spring. What a great way to start a time of symbolic cleansing and rebirth. I would love to see this become a reality.

Up to now my time has been taken up by my job during the day, teaching at night and trying to find the occasional bit of extra work. Now that things have slowed down, I plan not to take many more new students and spend that time instead on writing.

The new word count: Just shy of 53,000.

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I have had to put off writing as much as I had planned to because of some circumstances that have eaten away at my free time. Namely, I am referring to my day job. I recently started working full time so I can have things like money and insurance and means to support my habit of living under a roof and eating every day.

What this means is that the completion of my book will likely not be at the end of the year. I have not had time to work on it much in the last several weeks, as I work during the day and at night and on weekends, and when I do have time to write I am mostly too tired to do much more than sit around.

My old pal and teacher Tim McLaurin used to talk about his days of writing his first novel. He was working construction, an early-riser’s gig, and had to be at work by 7 a.m. He would start writing at 4 a.m. and get done what he could before he had to leave home. Every day was like this until he finished the manuscript and got the book published.

I think I could take a page from his book, so to speak, in more than just this example. Tim’s life was intense in many ways. He was a dedicated writer and teacher and did not do much halfway. He was straightforward when he spoke and honest as well, an honorable man who nonetheless had faults, many of which he wrote about in an effort to show his children and the rest of the world that the past we have is not something to hide from or be ashamed about. The past has brought us to where we are and where we are now is a gift. We may not like where we are but the gift inside the present moment is opportunity.

Tim was like a non-celibate monk who sometimes liked to drink to excess. He understood that the past was gone and that the future had not yet arisen, and that all we had was the present moment.

As I think about this, I am reminded that I have the opportunity to be more stringent with my writing schedule, to mark times to do the important work I have in front of me and not defer my dreams due to a simple lack of time.

Langston Hughes Wrote:

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

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These are two of the people I traveled with in Thailand. Nut, on the left, was a student studying economics but has since dropped out of school, I am told by way of Phramaha Nattapong. Gak, the older fellow on the right, lived in Khon Kaen and was apparently the Thai version of independently wealthy. He had no vocation and lived in an apartment by himself with few worries of money.

He tried to buy my camera, insisting that I mail it to him when I got home. I never did. I did not want to and never promised it to him, despite his insistence. I suppose I could send it now, since I have a camera that is much nicer and have not used that particular one in some time.

Gak had spent six years as a monk during his younger years and seemed to know all the chants by heart, even though probably 20 years had passed. He meditated often, as did Nut, but Gak’s age and experience seemed to translate into a different type of meditation with a different intensity.

Nut’s youth seemed to keep him in the mindset of always striving for the still point in his mind, pushing forward until he finally achieved it. Gak, on the other hand, was more calm, peacefully allowing the concentration to develop. He seemed to watch his mind’s actions, while Nut pushed his mind in different ways.

Traveling and meditating with these two was definitely an eye-opener, allowing me to see where I was a little better and also where I was going. I recognized both styles and appreciated seeing them in other people as a confirmation of what was familiar on both ends.

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