POOKIE FOR PRESIDENT:
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1000 BC. The Giant hutia ( Elasmodontomys oblique) a giant rat weighing as much 500 lb., or more and native to Puerto Rico, goes extinct.
However, I have it on good authority that he emigrated to New York City to open up a chop shop to sell repainted stolen automobiles into Spanish Harlem. —Are there still such things as chop shops? Is there still a Spanish Harlem in NYC?
Recently Terry Goggin told me he is considering opening up a new restaurant in the Williamsburg section. I remember when you only went to Williamsburg to get mugged. People go there to eat now? What’s next, this generation of yuppies or whatever they are now called moving into Bed-Sty?
Have things changed so much? Or, am I still living on Mott Street in Little Italy in the 60s? Is there still a Little Italy?
This must be how the world ends, we lose even our memories. Or to paraphrase Elliot, we go whimpering off into the Spanish Harlems and Little Italies of our dreams.
TODAY’S NEWS FROM THAILAND:
1. The assault on the newly elected government’s campaign proposal to raise the minimum wage for Thai workers to $10 per day has begun even before the new government has been certified to assume office. Economic collapse is predicted by the business community.
2. The Nation, a Thai english language tabloid’s headline screams that the incoming government is “Rattled” by the failure of the Thai Election Commission to “endorse” the presumed incoming head of the newly elected government. Later on in the article, we learn that it always has been the policy of the Election Commission to delay endorsement of any candidate against whom a complaint has been lodged until the allegations have been resolved. The article also points out that the leader of the opposition party’s election endorsement has similarly been delayed.
3. No word yet in the english language newspapers regarding any moves by the military. They may be simply awaiting clarification by Yingluck the incoming prime minister of the new government’s initial actions affecting the military leaderships interests. Or, it could signify that an accommodation has already been made between Yingluck and her brother, the exiled former prime minister Thaksin and the military to preserve the status quo in the current command.
Certain members of the army leadership led the coup against Thaksin while he was Prime Minister five years ago, in significant part because he had moved to install his own people, Thaksin, from his exile in Abu Dhabi has said that he had learned his lesson and now is promoting “national reconciliation” as a primary policy goal of the new administration.
POOKIE’S ADVENTURES IN THAILAND:
I have settled back into the usual routine of my life in Bangkok Thailand, a morning walk to the gym for exercise and a swim, lunch at the tiny restaurant near my apartment where I play at my computer for a few hours, then back home for a nap, dinner, additional computer time and then to sleep.
My apartment is located on a sort of a cul-de-sac just off of Soi Nana near to where I used to live with Hayden before my recent trip to the US and Italy. It is on the fourth floor of one of two six or so story buildings that bracket the cul-de-sac.
The buildings generally house young women, often two or so to a room who work in the nearby bars and clubs on Soi Nana and a diverse collection of farangs seeking low cost accommodations close to the same young women, bars and clubs.
I have a single air conditioned room, toilet and small balcony that overlooks the local expressway. As is usual with many apartments in Thailand, there is no hot water. One usually purchases a small electrical device that attaches to the pipes and heats the water but I have chosen not to, preferring instead to take my showers in the afternoon when the tropical sun warms the water pipes enough to provide adequately for my needs (my contribution to energy conservation I guess).
The room comes with a bed containing a Thai mattress; that is, a mattress so hard that even the little masseuse choses to sleep on the floor. She claims the floor is cooler and softer.
I am comfortable here, it is centrally located and familiar. Nevertheless, I hope soon to resume my more pleasant accommodations again at Paradise by the Sea.
PAPA JOES TALES AND FABLES:
JOEY’S MYSTERY NOVEL:
a. I have written about 18,000 words of this first draft of the novel so far. That works out to about 36 pages at 500 words per page. Given that a typical American mystery novel is usually about 200 or so pages long, I have a long way to go yet. Of course, when I go back over what I have written so far for my first revision I can always add those descriptive passages and stray bits of information that authors like to add to their novels to fill it out. For example, if one were to remove all the florid descriptive passages of the Louisiana Bayous that make James Lee Burkes novels so wonderful, you could end up with something like this:
Dave Robechaux got up and went out of his house where he saw someone putting the make on his adopted daughter Alfair (or whatever). He immediately punched the guy out, breaking his jaw. Clete drove up, threw the guy in the trunk of his car intending to dump him into a Bayou after stopping to buy some beer. Dave fed his adopted daughter’s three legged raccoon. While the raccoon was eating, Dave saw the ghosts of Confederate soldiers marching through Bayou Teche and thought it was time for him to go back to bed.
b. I have been writing this thing for about six months now. At this rate, it could take me almost 5 years to reach 200 pages, that is probably longer than it took to paint the Sistine Ceiling. What with running for President, operations, world travels, lethargy, various blogs, ennui and depression, walks on the beach, baby sitting, BBQs and the like, delays probably can be expected. I shall try to speed thing up in the future. Then again I may not.
c. I have introduced about 12 characters so far. Unless they are Leo Tolstoy, Charles Dickens of Lewis Carroll most authors are satisfied with about 10. I probably will introduce about 10 more before eliminating at least that many in the next revision. So far, I am somewhat disappointed in my characters. David, who I originally thought would be the villain of the piece, is turning into a sniveling, frightened gofer. Our hero Vince is anything but anyone’s idea of a hero. The other chief protagonist, Isabella, resembled those stuffed witches in Haunted House carnival rides always popping out at odd times, shouting boo and then jumping back to wherever she came from. I had high hopes for Ike, him being a Nero Wolfe type character and all, but he seems to be unable to gain any traction. Recently, I introduced “Big Bill” who by popular demand is now to be known as Florian “Big Flo” McWerter. It appears that Big Flo has big problems. Probably bigger than either he or I can deal with. I may have to have him killed off to unravel things.
Does anyone out there have any suggestions besides give it up?
a. Eponymous laws:
Muphry’s law — states that, “if you write anything criticizing editing or proofreading, there will be a fault of some kind in what you have written”. The name is a deliberate misspelling of “Murphy’s law.”
I never critisize.
b. Trenz Pruca’s Aphorisms, Apothegms, Epigrams and Maxims ( http:/trenzpruca.wordpress.com/):
“One of the most important goal for any democratic government should be to avoid removing risk from enterprise. Yet, it currently appears that the only function of government is to shield enterprise from risk.”
c. Testosterone Chronicles:
Researchers tested over 500 MBA students and they found that testosterone levels, together with risk aversion, could predict long-term career choices and financial decisions. Those who had high levels of testosterone and weren’t very risk averse, “were more likely to choose risky careers in finance.”
Source: Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the U.S.A and the Official Journal of the Human Behavior and Evolution Society
I take it from this, that those “Masters of the Universe” directing the financial well being of the nation have similar testosterone profiles to Kamikaze pilots)
“Home is heaven and orgies are vile,
But I like an orgy, once in a while.”
~Ogden Nash, Home, 99 44/100% Sweet Home