February 29, 2008
A Flickr surprise
I didn't read the fine print, which states the free account max is 200 pictures. So, this is where I have to stop. On to Picasa.
February 3, 2008
Not too short...
That's what I say because getting a haircut in Thailand is always an experience. 
And costing less than two dollars, there's no need to cut my spending.
There is a practical reason I enjoy haircuts here: They are one of the best ways to test my language progress. Generally, the hairdressers I've visited don't speak English forcing me to hobble in Thai. This creates a factor of vanity accoutability, giving me an added incentive to say it right. Think, if you were told in HS Spanish/French that pronouncing words wrong could result in a buzzcut, you might double check your homework the night before.
Today, the pressure caved in, rattling the experience-o-meter. While I motioned/acted/spoke for only a haircut, before I knew it I was under the sink.
After two rounds of shampoo, and assuming the wash was finished, I began to lift my head, just to be covered again with more suds. This happened again after the third application. Finally, after the four series, I was back on the swivl chair.
Then the hairdresser begins to use a straightening iron! (pictured) I was a bit confused but decided to go with it. It must in some way aide in the actual cutting, right? Soon, I learned that this wouldn't be an ordinary task as she dilligently spanned over every section of my head. My patience was waning because my short hair was hard to the grab with the burning iron, causing it nick my skull. Then she began to inadverately brush the iron against my ears, at which point I asked her to move on to the cutting. Afterall, it had been a half hour already, and my hair had received everything but a snip.
As if anticipating my interjection, she promptly gave me ear-guards (as pictured). She said she was nearly finished and continued.
Shortly, the cut did begin, leaving my scalp, ears, and expericence-o-meter to thaw.
"Not too long," I said in Thai.
And costing less than two dollars, there's no need to cut my spending.There is a practical reason I enjoy haircuts here: They are one of the best ways to test my language progress. Generally, the hairdressers I've visited don't speak English forcing me to hobble in Thai. This creates a factor of vanity accoutability, giving me an added incentive to say it right. Think, if you were told in HS Spanish/French that pronouncing words wrong could result in a buzzcut, you might double check your homework the night before.
Today, the pressure caved in, rattling the experience-o-meter. While I motioned/acted/spoke for only a haircut, before I knew it I was under the sink.
After two rounds of shampoo, and assuming the wash was finished, I began to lift my head, just to be covered again with more suds. This happened again after the third application. Finally, after the four series, I was back on the swivl chair.Then the hairdresser begins to use a straightening iron! (pictured) I was a bit confused but decided to go with it. It must in some way aide in the actual cutting, right? Soon, I learned that this wouldn't be an ordinary task as she dilligently spanned over every section of my head. My patience was waning because my short hair was hard to the grab with the burning iron, causing it nick my skull. Then she began to inadverately brush the iron against my ears, at which point I asked her to move on to the cutting. Afterall, it had been a half hour already, and my hair had received everything but a snip.
As if anticipating my interjection, she promptly gave me ear-guards (as pictured). She said she was nearly finished and continued.
Shortly, the cut did begin, leaving my scalp, ears, and expericence-o-meter to thaw.
"Not too long," I said in Thai.
January 23, 2008
Scout camp: What's in the pot?
As scouts hike up the road to their camp site, they stop to guess what is in the pot. There are seven mystery items including a living fish and frog, and a dead bowling pin. All students are required to be scouts in during their early teens years.
December 31, 2007
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