We had a long weekend for the beginning of Buddhist lent, aka three months when monks stay at the temple they're in and out of the rainy season. To celebrate, I took a trip up to see the science teacher I replaced, the snakes he researches, and hang out with some graduate students doing research at an ecotourism reserve. The place was great and I had a really fun time in the field doing some nerd talk with biologists. We took a group photo with a camera trap, used radiotelemeters to find hidden birds, took a night hike in search of herps, and played language centered drinking games ("never have I ever" becomes "I have never" with esl students and I prefer the wording myself). If anyone knows what kind of bug this is, let me know. I argued with the Thai student who told me it was Ephemoptera, and I've determined that it may be Neuroptera, all I know is that I've never seen a dragonfly with antennae that big, but its otherwise a very good mimic of a predatory insect.
Monday, July 18, 2011
We had a long weekend for the beginning of Buddhist lent, aka three months when monks stay at the temple they're in and out of the rainy season. To celebrate, I took a trip up to see the science teacher I replaced, the snakes he researches, and hang out with some graduate students doing research at an ecotourism reserve. The place was great and I had a really fun time in the field doing some nerd talk with biologists. We took a group photo with a camera trap, used radiotelemeters to find hidden birds, took a night hike in search of herps, and played language centered drinking games ("never have I ever" becomes "I have never" with esl students and I prefer the wording myself). If anyone knows what kind of bug this is, let me know. I argued with the Thai student who told me it was Ephemoptera, and I've determined that it may be Neuroptera, all I know is that I've never seen a dragonfly with antennae that big, but its otherwise a very good mimic of a predatory insect.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Hospital
After being here a few months, I'm well on my way to getting an official work permit. This includes a trip to the local hospital and physical examination including a VDRL test. I thought for a bit that VDRL would test for lots of things because that's what the name sounds like, but apparently it's just for syphilis. I was told in the van after touching down in Bangkok that this was a required test to pass for employment and I tried to explain to my employers that from now on they should tell people that kind of thing before they fly to the other side of the world and start work. Now that I have officially been declared 'unreactive' to the test, I can voice an opinion about it. The only thing worse than being told I had syphilis and subsequently fired from a job would be if I were complaining about the test on the internet.
I have also been officially measured. This has actually come up a lot recently so I'm not just bragging. I am 187 cm tall and 70 .5 kg massive. Blood pressure is 118 / 64 and the nice lady remarked on how low my pulse is. It's written as 60, but I thought the machine was even lower. Actually, the date on the form says its the year 2554, so who knows.
A few things stuck out as memorable. I had to sit and wait in four different places, which is not surprising; I've been with my dogbitten friend a couple of times and her experiences were similar. At one point I sat next to a sign that said X ray 1 in big letters on the top, then there was a sign that said Pregnancy, no X ray on the bottom. I made it a point to watch the technician actually take the needle out of its package for my blood test, and in this land of wrapping everything at least twice in plastic, I would have been thoroughly surprised otherwise. He did a good job, but I have really easy veins to hit, and he didn't wear gloves. The really surprising thing to me is when I saw the nurse's shoes. First, it was surprising that I noticed women's shoes, and secondly, they were wearing heels. They are all about the image here in Thailand.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
First Day of Sports Week
Classes this week have been occasionally cancelled in preparation for a little event called "Sports Days". Kids missed my class so that they could practice cheering for the competitors. I barely understand the concept of cheering and practicing for it makes no sense to me whatsoever, but now that I've seen some of their routines, it is impressive. Along with the massive artistic sets that have been prepared, it's quite a production. Another thing that bothers me, but would be acceptable to lots of my western friends, is that most of the cheering has so far been for running, which I consider a non-sport.
Today, there are no classes, and though we have to be here today, offices and classes are locked to prevent wandering children, I guess. The gymnasium was even closed up this morning so that more people would pay attention to the communal happenings on the soccer field. A long track was set up with corresponding cheering sections watching runners go round and round. The sun was hot and luckily, as the day progressed, the gym became free and unorganized sports took over that particular area.
I do not remember having a 'field day' in any of my school years, but I can guarantee that I would have been one of the kids in the gym, playing volleyball, basketball, or badminton in the most unofficial way possible. Basketball is simple enough because the rims are bolted to walls, but they remove the volleyball net so that kids had to build a "net" out of their shoes. This actually sums up many of my observations of Thailand: they do have the net, the ball, and the will, but these things are purposefully removed to serve something of the greater good or the master plan. Needless to say, I spent my time playing the unorganized, pay-no-attention-to-the-color-of-my-shirt, activities. This is partly because that's what I've spent my life enjoying the most and I appreciate the way it brings everyone together in friendly competition, but it's also partly because I'm one of two people not wearing the team colors today (i.e., I don't actually own a yellow shirt), and I feel out of place in a sea of synchronized colors.
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