Nov 2, 2012
all my writing energy is going elsewhere at the moment … your book, sort of. and helping out on a project involving making money. there’s not much left in the tank after all that. still, something for you.
couldn’t quite believe that they were being for real, right from the first sentence on.
me myself becoming more and more of a racist as i keep getting older, i say … cheers, white man! and if you’re trying to repress your own racist thoughts, let me just tell you. don’t. nobody else does.
go to germany, the germans hate themselves. go to france, the french think you’re shit. koreans think you’re shit. thais think you’re pathetic white devil losers. japanese won’t let you in half their restaurants. and whatever, good for them. immigration shouldn’t be a privilege. trying to get in on another culture that the immigrant doesn’t respect, understand or is able to emulate, just for financial gain (or running from their fucked political system) … and ending up being the bulk of the crime statistic, no matter which ethnicity, no matter which host country.
might go out to dinner with this girl.
saw her last night over at the parents’ house. she tells me about this buffet restaurant, just up the road. no words can do her face justice, as she describes hamburgers and soup and ice cream. you’ll rarely see a girl look so happy, talking about anything. ice cream in particular, her whole face lights up at the mere thought of it. the kicker?
she’s never even eaten there. it’s like a mirage, the fabled stories of the buffet restaurant that has ice cream.
it’s stuff i don’t quite get. they live on a big corner lot, in a good size two story shack, in a good part of the city. it looks more or less middle class, for the capital of cambodia. she dresses well, speaks a little english. it’s not like we’re talking about some sort of total destitution. i tell her we can go eat there. her expression is epic. there is a whole internal struggle happening, as she’s weighing ice cream against the perils of going anywhere after dark. ghosts. she’s also afraid of ghosts. and the implications of going somewhere with a guy.
it’s going to happen, though. taking this 23 year old girl to this buffet restaurant. going to see her face as she eats everything from the buffet. and ice cream. it’ll totally be worth the five or seven dollars that adventure might set me back.
also, if you’re black, don’t bother with cambodia. or thailand.
since racism is part of the topic and all. the few times i see a black guy, the world around collectively ducks and snickers. ”not good, man black skin.” that’s the consensus. bummer, i know. having been the subject of all sorts of racist shit since coming to asia, i can sort of sympathize. they stereotype anti-whitey thing. though unfortunately it’s based on some realities … a lot of expats definitely defined the white man category, being belligerent, arrogant, drunk, NGO assholes, or otherwise fuckheaded.
Business idea of the day: