A postcard: one night in Bangkok and it's more than oysters
It was five nights in Bangkok and one night in the famous Chinatown night market on Yaowarat Road.
I'm in a Chiang Mai peace of mind.
I ran this morning. For the first time in a long time: past lines of monks leaving their temples with their alms bowls tucked against their hip; past the hum of morning markets where woman displayed freshly cut mangoes and mangosteen; past teens huddled with iced drinks in cafes with their backs against the sting of the early sun.
Freedom is being disliked by other people
Click bait or a guide to living? My review of 'The Courage to be Disliked', by Ichiro Kishimi and Fumitake Koga
Starting again, 20 years after my first microblog post
I first posted to Twitter in 2008. I didn't know what I was doing in social media then. Nearly 20 years later, It feels like discovering social again.