A Lost Day …

Great expectations and grand visions of another epic ride home from town, turned into a lazy day at home devoid of any energy or ambition at all.  The night before I laid out a few items in preparation for the ride but fell short of putting the bike in the car.  Good thing I didn’t, as I was in no mood to get out of bed when my wife did, to prepare for school.  By the time she was leaving and had kissed me goodbye, all I could do was rollover and sleep for a few more hours.  Even then, I got up out of embarrassment at the hour, rather than because of feeling fully rested.

Opened the house, walked Cookie, turned on the router and computer, ground fresh beans, drank coffee and browsed the internet, all while I was still in a state of energy deficiency.  Almost forgot to call my father on Skype, so dull were my senses.  Watched the second half of the Lance Armstrong interview with Ophra.  For me this whole saga illustrates so well, the notion that history is written by the winners, an opportunity that has been so glaringly stripped from him. 

Politics, religion, business or sports, winning is what is expected and rewarded.  Good losers, like good guys, finish at the back of the pack and are not remembered.  Throughout history the biggest winners have often been endowed with monumental flaws, as well.  The difference these days seems to be the fact we find out the truth when they are still alive, rather than years after their passing.  In some ways the big lie made for a better and more motivational story but our appetite for scandal and retribution seems greater than our desire to feel good these days.

I spent some time thinking about Phil’s questions from the last post but could not conjure up succinct and satisfying answers.  My answers are more likely to be seen a jaded and cynical or evasive and dismissive.  I will leave it to the academics to write papers on Thailand’s future, to further their own careers and advancement in the halls of academia.

Even in this small village where we live, bordered by a new rubber plantation on one side and rice fields and hillside orchards on the other, no one can say with any certainty what the future holds.  Have the children really moved to the city or are they there simply to work, while their hearts and homes are still in the village?

As for the question of “whether the government's higher rice payments are a significant benefit and if so how is the additional income being used.”  If one understands that the first goal of any entity is self preservation, then the inflated rice prices have indeed benefitted the intended party.  The governments power base has been broadened and reenforced.  Still, most villagers are in a state of constant debt, something that seems to be written into the DNA of most humans, and no amount of money thrown at the problem will ever alter that most human of traits.

For example it is commonly required in the village loan schemes, that you payback a loan before you are able to borrow more.  Here people simple get a bridge loan, from a loan-shark, to carry them from one loan to the next.  The money is then treated more like income than money to be invested and repaid.  Getting more money from the government only raises expectations and expenses.

To be honest, these kinds of things hardly register a blip on my radar these days.  Not sure what that will say to others, about me, but no doubt something can be made of it by those so inclined.

I captured this image in the field next to our house before retiring for the night, so thought I would add it here.