9TH CENTURY–The genre of Arabic satirical poetry known as hijra, originated by the Afro-Arab author Al-Jahiz, introduced satire into Arabic prose literature. While dealing with serious topics in what are now known as anthropology, sociology and psychology, he introduced a satirical approach, based on the premise that, “however serious the subject under review, it could be made more interesting and thus achieve greater effect, if only one leavened the lump of solemnity by the insertion of a few amusing anecdotes or by the throwing out of some witty or paradoxical observations.” He was well aware that, in treating of new themes in his prose works, he would have to employ a vocabulary of a nature more familiar in hijra, satirical poetry. For example, in one of his zoological works, he satirized the preference for longer human penis size, writing: “If the length of the penis were a sign of honor, then the mule would belong to the (honorable tribe of) Quraysh.” Another satirical story based on this preference was an Arabian Nights tale called “Ali with the Large Member”.
(Why is it that among some men humor begins and ends with the size of their d**k?)
Today’s news from Thailand:
1. Arecently released video tape showed two judges of the Constitutional Court discussing how to discredit the publication of potential damaging video tapes by claiming they had been doctored. The Court employee who made the tape is still missing, having last been seen on a trip to Taiwan.
2. A Thai woman was convicted of fraud for extorting money from a Thai scientist by threatening that she would take him to court for abusing her in a prior life.
3. “Politicians are very good at spending money.” Quote of the Thai Finance Minister.
Pookie’s continuing adventures in Thailand:
ANOTHER WALK ON THE BEACH
On the morning of the day following my dyspeptic walk on the beach, I decided that I needed to lighten things up a bit.
I left my computer, ski goggles , shoes (replaced with sandals) and long pants in my room. Yes, for the first time in almost 40 years, I appeared in public in short pants. Thus unburdened and attired in only my shorts, sandals, loose shirt and hat, I set off for my morning walk into the National Geographic photograph of the summertime beaches of the Crimea.
In was beautiful day. The waters of Gulf of Thailand, although an arm of the ocean, were as calm as a lake. It was a perfect inner-tube day and indeed people floating about on large black inner-tubes filled the near shore area. The sand no longer littered with the carcasses of hundreds of Moby Dicks appeared occupied by a pod of sleek Beluga’s turning a rosy pink beneath the rays of the sun. The flexing and preening young men had drifted from standing just at the edge of the water to wading in knee-deep.
Even the ski-boat jockeys zooming along a few yards off shore seemed not as annoying as usual.
Thousands of dragon fly’s hovered or darted about right above the water. I do not know anything about dragonfly sex or eating habits so I do not know the reason for their sudden appearance. Maybe they were attracted to a Thai version of no-see-ums.
All and all, it seemed like a wonderful day and a wonderful walk. Had I known that Satori was so easily obtained I would have…. What am I talking about? Diagnosed as a manic-depressive, I can achieve Satori anywhere and have done so, at dinner, in the toilet, even drafting brief’s.
Nevertheless, my advice, to all who wish to experience such liberation as I have, is to strip yourself of all unneeded clothing and electronic gear, abandon all unnecessary memories (I assume remembering how to walk and stand are necessary, talking I am not so sure) and dreams and go out and walk (I would take my walking stick since mobile meditation requires walking sticks ). Walk on and on until the police arrest you for indecent exposure and your spouse divorces you for being what he or she always thought you to be and your children shun you for embarrassing them or reminding them of the truly defective gene pool you gifted them with that passionate night in the back seat of a car or equally uncomfortable place that you conceived them.
Life is good. enjoy it…
Petrillo’s dyspeptic guide to the unwary traveler in Thailand:
Unless your hotel provides you with van or limousine service from the airport to Bangkok, you can be assured that whoever at the airport makes your transit arrangement in “The Land of Smiles,” will not smile.
Today’s album cover:
(With an elephant?)
“Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.“
The Princess Bride
Today’s biblical quotation (From God’s lips to your ears):
“In the same way, I became disgusted with Oholibah and rejected her, just as I had rejected her sister, because she flaunted herself before them and gave herself to satisfy their lusts. Yet she turned to even greater prostitution, remembering her youth when she was a prostitute in Egypt. She lusted after lovers with genitals as large as a donkey’s and emissions like those of a horse. “
(Go for it girl—-I bet our gal Oholibah, told old Zeke to take a hike after she found him sniffing around hoping for a roll in the hay with her and that’s what probably got him so pissed off. Or maybe she just laughed at his inadequacy–How come no one names their kid Oholibah?)
Today’s bonus quote: