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And that famous railway market you’ve seen videos of.

This is what it looks like up to about 1 minute before the train comes.

As the train approaches they move everything and make sure people are behind the red line.

The train about to pass me.

Damoen Saduok floating market.

Alas it won’t happen. She’ll not be back in time.

lol

I haven’t heard the song yet, but in fairness, most of the complaints coming out of the ice action in Minnesota were about ICE killing Americans, not deporting foreigners.

I’ve not had that happen yet. When I use cash these days it’s for tips.

Probably more of a time-in-the-oven thing. Pressure, temperature, and time.

@taiwan_girl

I sent you a PM yesterday!

We’re here until Wednesday April 1st. I’d love to meet up.

Ken Wbite said ‘his face looks like he bet on a fart and lost’.

Just boarded flight to BKK. Ladyboys gonna have to wait.

Matters less than it might seem but interesting all the same.

Pass the

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Made a quick stop to get a furin cleavage added to my spike protein. Feeling pretty invincible now.

Far less so than I was expecting. A couple people cutting in line with sob stories. People were pretty calm though. Partly I think because it was expected (that changed my outlook considerably) and partly (I speculate) there was a little bit of ‘we’re all in this moment together’ spirit like you see during a big weather event or tragedy of some kind, though I don’t want to exaggerate that too much.

The most stressful part was when the line was snaking through the front atrium. It didn’t look like a line, it looked like a crowd. The only thing that made it a line was everyone knowing who was in front of them and who was behind.

Over Beijing now.

Still have 3 fucking hours to go. So far mum about my seat selection. (33D)

Speaking of dated advice I see his mom trying to steer him into being the ideal of success from the standpoint of a Jewish mother circa 1985. I self-consciously try to avoid that but am surely blind to my own shortcomings in that regard.

My dad often stressed the importance of doing something you like and defined success as being good at something that is important to you and will support a family. He would tell me the most successful person he knew growing up was a bricklayer.

Much of the rest of the advice was dated. Looking for a company with a pension, for example. The importance of getting my engineering license. Etc.