I did nothing all day today. Well, except for read every page of Michael Chabon's Model World and Other Stories. I absoulely love the way Chabon writes. Every one of the 10 or so short stories in this collection had me cracking up. I love his style and his imagination and his subtle humor. The sentence that sticks in my head for some reason is this one:
"One day, not too long ago, in Laguna Beach, California, an architect named Bobby Lazar went downtown to have a cup of coffee at the Cafe Zinc with is friend Albert Wong and Albert's new wife Dawn (who had, very sensibly, retained her maiden name)."Chabon makes me wish I was a real writer.
So that's all I did today: Read a book. Oh, and dig holes with my feet in the sand, drink freshly squeezed manao soda (lemon soda), wave off scores of offers of massages, manicures, rolex watches, hats, shirts, more massages, fruit, som tum (papaya salad), ice cream, fake tatoos, and massages.
A very fast, somewhat scary bus ride had me back to Bangkok tonight in right at two hours -- a big change from the 3+ hour trip there. It was a relaxing weekend to be sure. Now it's time to proctor and grade exams this week.
