I haven't blogged in a long time. I thought about blogging. I wrote a couple paragraphs on a variety of seemingly interesting topics. But I had succumbed to writer's block. I could never flesh out any of my stories into a worthwhile post.
This may be because my in first year of Thailand blogging I drew from a deep well of bitterness and snark and unfortunately for Siam I Am the liquid bitterness in that well must have evaporated and been replaced by Nitrous Oxide because I've spent most of my days since April walking around with a huge dopey grin. I can't even wipe the Forest Gump-look-on-my-face off long enough to eke out a slightly cynical and self-deprecating post.
The other possible source of my writer's block was a dearth of material. It's not that ridiculous things never happen anymore. My Thai nickname, for example is Jasmine (or as I like to imagine it being spelled, Jazzmyne- which if you've read Freakonmics puts the education level of my co-teacher who gave the nickname at about 11th grade). Speaking of ridiculous, last month I went to an uber-phallic Thai fertility/ghost festival, definitely possible blog-fodder. Then there was the time I was an ASEAN princess. I went to a Thai rap concert. There was the time I went to a tropical island, swam in a waterfall, and made a sandcastle. Who could forget the time I got lost near the Laos border with some friends and was force-fed Mango salad. I frequently help distribute welfare payments and pose for pictures with the paraplegics to prove they're disabled. Once a heard a meow and found a stray cat in my house, still not sure how the cute little ball of trouble got in. But I just don't look at these things the same way this year. It all would have felt so much more preposterous in 2012; 2012 was the year of "preposterousness."
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| Sandcastles in the Sand |
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| The time I swam in a waterfall. |
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| Ghost with Penis |
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| ASEAN Princess, Jazzmyne |
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| That cat wouldn't go home. |
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| Thai Rap |
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| Adventures near Laos |
This "quotidian absurdity," if you will, just doesn't merit a 500+ words in the blogosphere. Cultural idiosyncrasies that once would have driven me up the wall and inspired any number of ranting posts are now hilarious. Events like Thai'knappings are so commonplace I hardly remember them.
That being said, something absurd and irritating enough happened to me and award-winning blogger, Sara Kline, yesterday to inspire my first post in four months. So what was it that finally unblocked my inner-writer? Lets see how many words I can expound on the subject.
Sara and were kicked off a tour bus and left on the side of a highway somewhere in Northern Thailand.
Okay, so maybe just Twenty words. Guess it wasn't that great of a story after all. This writer is still blocked.
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| Bus pulling away. |
