A Look Back

I don't generally like to dwell on the past. It's gone now, and there's little you or I can do about it. I'll let Stephen Hawking or that gay time travel show work on that. I'm more focused on the now now :-), but sometimes I think about my life at home.

Yesterday, a kid at my school guessed my old job in my home country, almost out of nowhere. It was kind of strange for me, because I never considered myself as defined by my previous profession or still maintaining overt clues as to it. I'd like to think I'm more than that :-), maybe wishful thinking though. The kid could just kind of guess what I was.

In my home country, I had a very particular job. It could be considered a bit different than my teaching work, and the education required was pretty intensive. I think I have a permanent headache.

It always keeps the old wheels turnin though, and now it follows me everywhere I go. I wander the streets, and read the signs, maybe the people too. I'm always taking things somewhere else.

I think in the abstract (Read my blog :-)). Look for people in their vulnerable moments. Think about their motivation, and judge by their language (body and verbal) what they intend, intended, and what they desire.

Are you starting to wonder what I'm doing here? Me too.

Leaving my home for this place was not spur of the moment. Perhaps leaving my job though was.

I'll think about that this afternoon when I walk down by way of Yaowarat. The sights and smells there will give me something to work with. Grimey streets, loud voices, boiling seafood, sugary-sweet nuts churning in the vats, metal works, dried-fruit preservatives, and stagnant-warm, wet air ---those oughta move me.

I wonder what you think I do.