Looking for a job. Native speaker of English, yay! CV is admittedly small. But the three page resume of geekdom ain't so applicable. Min ey dtee, Mai pen rai, boo pen yaang, pick your nothing. My Chinese paperwork is in the email. So they say.
Accosted by a rather aged remarkable dirty muslim prostitute yesterday. She tried to follow me home. I want to experience everything in this world but eh... maybe not. Got me a fine lunch for which I slightly overpaid (at a dollar, yes, cly me a livel, but when my Khmer's better o we shall see yes we shall) which she kept cutting and organizing for me which was entertaining as she smoked my cigarettes, which, as you may know's a little de rigeur with me, a time for food and a time for smoke the psalm goes, naw? So some part of me was tempted, guess you can guess which part, prolly five bucks room and all but thank buddha for aphorisms lent to those of us with little self-control. Got her to the neighboring guest house, shared a beer, talked about her family and tried to learn a little Khmer. Sprang for a bike back to where she'd accosted me and I repeated that portion of the hike alone.
Dined at the end of the road Vietnamese joint. Rain followed me. Stole the security guard's table. Not before ordering noodles with chicken in the semi-shelter of a ramada's overhang. The security guard's had the only umbrella. I think they considered opening the building but I was happy with the accomodations. Wouldn't have minded if the security guard stayed but not socializing with the martians, or face or some such inclemency. Last time I came he was working on the lock of a small building to the right of the entrance. Now a youngish lady opens it and sits in the doorway. It's the size of my room. My noodles are seafood, not chicken. Finish dinner, meet Darling(?) the lady of the microhouse and Sophi(?) my waitress, try to learn some Khmer; I hope they fine me as entertaining as exhausting. Because it is exhausting, well I know, try to program the grey matter with the very material most of it's programming is written in. Langacker's too black and white on grammar and causality, I suspect it does make a psychological difference if an adjective function is performed by a verb but what the hell. Seafood's ok.
Didna tell you about Maria, Owen, my ChiPhone exchange, the killing fields or S21. Stuff happening in Cambodia, ayuh.
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