Even more strange body art, tattoos and mutilations

I get a surprisingly high number of hits on my earlier blog posts on the topics of body art, tattoos, mutilation, etc. Links to these are at the end of this post.

So for all you FunkyPix Freaks ;-) here are some more pix for your twisted pleasure and gratification...

New uses for silicon implants

Do-it-yourself elf ear

(This last photo reminds me of a previous post of mine, towards the end of which JC can be viewed in some compromising situations).

To see more weird body art, tattoos, mutilations and creative surgery, see my previous posts here and here. Hey, don't try these at home.

Baan Sweet Baan: How to renovate an apartment in Chiangmai

One of the night views from our new Chiangmai apartment.
The light on the peak of the mountain is the Doi Suthep temple
Click here if you're interested in perving on the progress of our renovation job here in Chiangmai. To be updated from time to time...

Fannie Mae announces the death of Capitalism? Er, no, actually.

With the nationalization of the FM twins, Bush has actually CONFIRMED that Capitalism has succeeded beyond the wildest dreams of its pioneers. However, through sheer human greed, Capitalism has morphed into Frankenstein, turning on its wealthy masters. And that leaves young Republicain John McLame in an embarrasingly tight spot, given that he's just finished poo-pooing the idea of Big Government Spending, high taxes etc.

The purpose of Capitalism (Colonialism, Globalisation) has always been to create a self-perpetuating system which ensures that the rich can constantly become richer. When Bush drones on about FREEDOM, what he really means is "the freedom to move financial capital unimpeded around the world".

Taken to its logical extreme, the "rich-getting-richer" model would result in all the world's wealth concentrating into the hands of a single individual. Trouble with that is, no-one else in the world would have any income to buy products from that rich person's corporation. The richest person in the world would therefore, ironically, starve to death along with all the poor people.

That's what's happening with Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae. The rich can get richer only if the poor get poorer. There's only so much water in a glass. The money has to come from somewhere, ain't it? We know there is no such thing as a free lunch... even if the Fed were simply simply to print more cash.

And it has come to pass that as the Poor get poorer and can't afford their mortgages, the rich people's cash cow has suddenly dried up. If you want a cow to give regular milk, you must give it some decent pasture. If you want people to give regular mortgage payments, you have to give them decent pasture too. You've got to structure the system to ensure they have jobs. And here's a novel idea to many Republicans: a job should actually produce enough income to pay for both food AND rent. Please read that last sentence again.

The wealth of a nation must be spread relatively fairly around all its members, not hugely concentrated in its elite. This idea, of course, is Socialism. Other associated 'dirty' media-speak words spring to mind ...like Marxism, Unionism, Left Wing, Equality, Respect for others, Respect for self, and above all (ugh, heaven forbid) "Liberalism".

Just because you're well-heeled doesn't mean that you're smart.

With Freddie Mae and Fannie Mac threatening to go down,
maybe there'll be fewer Volvo bicycles sold to millionaire CEOs this year.

This nationalisation means that the Republicans are being forced to compromise and head further to the political Left. Deliciously, all this at a time when it's forcing Republican candidate George W. McClone to squirm and dodge.

And even more interesting when you consider that the world's largest Socialist power, China, is now powering to the political Right by becoming Capitalists. Makes you wonder if there is a perfect point somewhere in the political Centre (...or should that be 'Muddle'?).

For a fireside chat about the idealogical differences between the Right and the Left, see this post. Although it related to the last Australian election, it's still relevant to the Obama-Muckain duel.

China. CHINA? Yoo-hoo, where ARE you??

No need to make the obvious comment about being one-eyed... is there?

Not a single person in China looks at this website anymore, according to my hit-counter.
Until a few months ago, I was getting as many hits in China as anywhere else in Asia, often more. Then suddenly - blackout. Not-a-one.
Could the Chinese government IP have been offended by the photographic humour in my webpage showing alternative Olympic sports ? Bureaucrats have always been humourless. More likely the cause lies with articles on Globalisation or What’s really going on in BURMA? Hey, I'm unrepentant.

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Update Feb 16 2010: Things haven't improved. Nary a single hit in the entire far-east... can't be an accident. Here's an average recent screenshot from my hit-master's magical eye-in-the-sky:

Are you happy with the country in which you live? Yes, Siam.

It's Show-and-Tell diary catch-up time again. We've just returned to Chiangmai from Adelaide (the one in Austraya) where we assisted my old mum to move into a Nursing Home [above] to ensure she can enjoy the sunset of her life to the max.

We've been through the archetypal "Family Disruption" soapie, where the script is totally predictable. An extremely exhausting process, both physically and mentally. Could never have done it properly without Marie's stalwart determination. Sell the kitchen sink, sell the piano, go through mountains of paperwork/photos/junk, re-paint, re-carpet, sell the house ....arrrgh!

It's all been a jolting object lesson in Reality: Don't Get Old. Whatever you do, DON'T. GET. OLD. Half of Adelaide comprises retired people, half comprises geriatric patients, and the third half comprises young people either employed in the Nursing Home industry or filling in unemployment forms. Ageing is the city's only growth industry. Weird feeling.

We took an overnight sanity break by car up to the nearby Yorke Peninsula, where Marie lived for 3 years as a child. The sheer desolation, unsustainable dryness, and lethargic stagnation was truly creepy. It really compounded that 'imminent death' sensation we had felt in Adelaide:

This was a derelict barley silo on Yorke Peninsula. No barley crops within coo-ee now. Just stones, a handful of sheep, and eternal saltbush. Low, colourless, and devoid of life as we know it.

So we returned to the Big City to continue our task, but happened to have cause to visit the city centre on a Saturday morning. The photo below was taken in King William Street at 11am, the supposed peak shopping time. Like, um, ...hey, where are the people??

They're all too old to drive? Can't remember where the bus stop is? Can't see to read the tram timetable? Er, oops, we're getting a tad geriatric ourselves...

Anyway, we scuttled back to civilisation here in Chiangmai and were greeted by the usual ongoing array of crazy new sights, young energetic people, concerts, festivals, crowds and congenial ambience. Am I happy living here? Yes, of course Siam.

P.S. We're happy to the extent that we've made an offer to buy a condo unit here, and the offer's just been accepted. Woo-hoo. We're not counting chickens, but watch the space (high-lighted in blue) on the 14th floor, a stretched corner unit with 3 banks of windows facing north, plus one looking at the mountain (same as our current rented apartment).


Looking towards Huaykaew Road in the distance.


Marie celebrates at Chiangmai's famous "Can Do" bar,
while the papparazzi swoops in on a scoop.

STOP PRESS: August. Now we have the orange-highlighted room as well [see below], and the rennovation nightmare is well under way. The big green balcony looks north to infinity. The green window at the right is the lounge, looking west to the mountains. The red room is the kitchen, the blue is the bedroom, and the orange is an office and TV room. Inside there's another office, a dressing room, and 2 bathrooms.

Ethiopian Orthodox relics? What ARE these ancient objects?

Ethiopian Orthodox iconography isn't exactly my forté, but I'd like to display two of these ancient tablets which have come into my possession. I hope that someone more erudite may be able to enlighten me.

Each measures about 10 x 11 cm, and about 5 mm thick at the thickest point. The one above may be an image of a Crusader or a missionary. Another bears an interesting script which reminds me of Egyptian hieroglyphics or perhaps Coptic script, while there are also representations of St George killing the Dragon, Angels, and possibly the 4 Evangelists. Each piece is not flat nor perfectly formed, but shows the irregularity of hand-carving, and is slightly convex - on both sides.

The material from which they are made? Quite heavy. Could be a stone like flint... but also sounds a lot like metal. What is the reason for the red colour persisting in the depressions? Ferrous oxides? Ink? Were these actually printing blocks for fabrics? And why are there three holes in each piece, as if they were originally bound like a book? Miraculously, a fragment of twisted leather (or gut?), slightly glossy, still lingers tantalisingly in one of the holes.

Mystery. See more photos and details here. luvian hieroglyphs cuneiform palmyrene alphabet sassanian texts proto-elamite texts greek alphabet cypriot script phoenician script cretan writing mycenaean linear b steatite archaeology religious artefacts religious icon religious icons holy pictures

World War I scrapbook discovery sheds light on women's emancipation

A post World War I scrapbook which has come into my possession may be of interest to researchers into the early days of Feminism during and after the First World War.

It is well-known that women were encouraged to step into men's jobs when servicemen were deployed abroad to fight. When the men returned in 1919, tacit pressure was put on the women to retreat to the kitchen. This unearthed scrapbook personalises and encapsulates that process in a fondly annotated photographic essay of some women propelled for the first time into the Armed Services, not to mention a greater sense of self-worth and personal independence.

To see more, click here (page opens in a new window).

Pope-zilla enters Sydney Harbour in style

......... Popezilla advances menacingly towards the Sydney Opera House

Cult figures like Warren Jeffs and pope Benedict aren't really very different, except in the details of their belief systems. That's where the *devil* lurks.

Benedickhead's impending visit to Sydney, and the media-driven surge in attention by both Catholics and non-Catholics is evidence not of spiritual need so much as a well-crafted marketing plan. It's all about image... sound-bytes... weird outfits... funny hats... photo-ops... celebs... and Big Money.



................. Tsk tsk, where's your colour sense, Bennie?
..................Accessories should compliment your dress.


The pope is planning to premiere a totally new style of Olympic torch for the London 2012 Olympics, but only if Gordon Brown converts before leaving office.

OK, I have to admit it's safer than the USA's Missile "Defence" Shield, or the new Chinese-style Olympic torches, most of which currently point towards Taiwan:

... The pope at Randwick Racecourse: The poor little spider never stood a chance.

The Catholic church collects a HUGE amount of wealth via gambling (Saturday Bingo), so methinks it's entirely appropriate to use a racecourse as a venue for a Mass.

Oh, and on the subject of money, did you know that the pope's trip around the world is also to promote certain Vatican product lines? Power and Glory Inc., for instance, is selling this delightful Switching Mary:

... but Wait... there's MORE !!!!!

Click here to go to an article which contains an extensive Catalogue of many more fabulous papal product lines !!!

....................... I can't believe it's not nails !!!

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Here are the Top Ten Accusations to put to diehard Christians enroled in "Bigotry 101":

10 - You vigorously deny the existence of thousands of gods claimed by other religions, but feel outraged when someone denies the existence of yours.

9 - You feel insulted and "dehumanized" when scientists say that people evolved from other life forms, but you have no problem with the Biblical claim that we were created from dirt.

8 - You laugh at polytheists, but you have no problem believing in a Triune God.

7 - Your face turns purple when you hear of the "atrocities" attributed to Allah, but you don't even flinch when hearing about how God/Jehovah slaughtered all the babies of Egypt in "Exodus" and ordered the elimination of entire ethnic groups in "Joshua" including women, children, and trees!

6 - You laugh at Hindu beliefs that deify humans, and Greek claims about gods sleeping with women, but you have no problem believing that the Holy Spirit impregnated Mary, who then gave birth to a man-god who got killed, came back to life and then ascended into the sky.

5 - You are willing to spend your life looking for little loopholes in the scientifically established age of Earth (few billion years), but you find nothing wrong with believing dates recorded by Bronze Age tribesmen sitting in their tents and guessing that Earth is a few generations old.

4 - You believe that the entire population of this planet with the exception of those who share your beliefs -- though excluding those in all rival sects - will spend Eternity in an infinite Hell of Suffering. And yet consider your religion the most "tolerant" and "loving."

3 - While modern science, history, geology, biology, and physics have failed to convince you otherwise, some idiot rolling around on the floor speaking in "tongues" may be all the evidence you need to "prove" Christianity.

2 - You define 0.01% as a "high success rate" when it comes to answered prayers. You consider that to be evidence that prayer works. And you think that the remaining 99.99% FAILURE was simply the will of God.

1 - You actually know a lot less than many atheists and agnostics do about the Bible, Christianity, and church history - but still call yourself a Christian.

Want more ammunition? Here are 20 Reasons to Abandon Christianity .

And you simply MUST ordain as a Pastafarian priest in the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

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Finally, it is with profound regret that the Vatican announces the abolition of Easter, due to unfortunate circumstances beyond its control:

Read some less-than-palatable truths about Easter . Really, I didn't make these up.

Click here to go to a page displaying all my Religious Issues articles. Amen.

Cheers... now I'm sneaking off to eat someone's body and drink their blood...
BWAA ha ha ha ha ha

Escaping Songkran water-wars: Hua Hin is a good refuge

Please excuse the blacked-out eyes in this post - I had a request

from a reader to dis-identify all non-consenting individuals.

Every year we feel the urge to escape the madness that is Songkran, Thailand's insane water-throwing festival. In Chiangmai it lasts for several days. In Huahin it is capped at one day. OK, Huahin wins, hands down.


There's a similar word in Thai ("Songkram") which means "war".


Usually we sneak off to a private island (Ko Talu) in the Gulf of Thailand south of Huahin, to go peacefully snorkelling for the day, but discovered that the island's owners have upped tourist numbers despite limited facilities, bought a double-decker ferry, etc, in order to make more $$. Well, at least we can say we saw it while it was still there....

So instead we went to a local boutique winery, in Hua Hin's hinterland, where we were greeted by live Thai music and dancing before having a smorgasbord Thai meal (well, 'Thai'). Your task is to spot Marie among the dancers
[clue: Thais are often short]:

Then we had a short demonstration bout of Thai Boxing ("Muay Thai") which morphed from a real fight into a comedy as the boxers 'accidentally' punched out the ref's lights then proceeded to pick-pocket him. In the photo below, one boxer goes through the ritual movements which precede every fight. Some large-ish Scandanavian tourists in the background provide unintended comic relief:

Development is going on apace in this region as increasingly wealthy Bangkok Thais seek a holiday destination that isn't infested by foreigners - as are Pattaya or Phuket. These photos of the beach at Huahin contrast the Old with the New:


Note the motorbike loaded with inner-tubes (for purposes of 'surfing') to the right of the fishing boat. Hua Hin used to be a fishing village - and still is - in some areas out-of-town:

As tourism encroaches, some see opportunities. This ex-fishing boat takes tourists on day cruises...

.....to Monkey Island, inhabited only by Macaque monkeys. Apparently their sole source of fresh water is from shellfish/crabs, which have evolved a means of extracting salt from seawater. Hm, maybe humans can learn from crabs.
Rats, humbled yet again...

Note two monkeys remaining on the beach. The rest have retired to sleep off the big meal of bananas provided by the tourist "cargo cult". We saw monkeys swimming in the sea - to cool off? to catch crabs? Later, another type of monkey was spotted having a quick dip after the smorgasbord seafood buffet on board.

These Scandinavian tourists caught the biggest fish of the day:

Speaking of monkeys, we did another day trip around Huahin and Cha-am, and dropped in on some distant rellies. Here's filmstar Hugh Grunt, looking a little testy 'cos he hadn't yet had his morning coffee:
...and monkeys are keen swimmers and spectacular divers, but are certainly none too fussy about the water quality around this giant lotus-flower Buddhist shrine:


Hua Hin's old railway station (below) was built for one of the kings in the Rama dynasty earlier this century (the current king is Rama the Tenth). The pavillion with the red roof was built specifically so he could change his clothes in private after the train-trip from Bangkok - about 3 hours. It hasn't been used again since that day, out of respect:

Likewise, he had a palace built about 5k north of Huahin so he could spend holidays by the beach. The joys of Absolute Monarchy. He once ordered all the furniture from his Bangkok palace to be taken to Huahin for the weekend. Here's the little walkway he had built so he wouldn't have to suffer in the sun as he strolled to the beach. Fancy staircase down to the sand too, of course:

Try this very short 360º movie to get an idea of the HUGE expanse of this palace:

It's all wood... teak, to be precise. The buildings occupy many many acres, and are unoccupied except for a security army. They were restored after a long period of dereliction, and the museum room actually shows a photo of the royal toilet, cracked by vandals and stained with age. Yet out of alleged respect, we weren't allowed to take a photo of the royal bedroom. A paradox, methinx.
Below is a pic of the royal performance hall, open to the beach and sea-breezes, where the King viewed theatre from the balcony and sometimes participated:

Inland from Hua hin there is a limestone mouintain, honeycombed with caves full of small insectivorious bats. At dusk, these six-inch bats suddenly begin streaming speedily out of a particular cave opening en masse like a long black ribbon rippling in the wind. There must be hundreds of thousands of them if we were able to see them in failing light at 500 metres distance:

Eagles were waiting to swoop. Awe-inspiring scene, as was some of the scenery around temples. This old frangipanni tree was pure Tolkein:
Apparently the word 'Frangipanni' sounds similar to something which must be very rude or distasteful to Thai people. They use a different name.
In the pic below, Marie looks a little odd after repeatedly donging her head against a temple bell. This type of bell is easier (and cheaper) to cast than the usual type, so financially-challenged Temples sometimes use them:

The bell was near this fishpond which is used purely as a fish refuge. Unwanted pet fish can live out their days and be fed by devout Buddhist folks (see mother & daughter leaning out of the sala). Buddhist Karmic Merit, which contributes to the quality of one's next reincarnation, can be gained by feeding or releasing animals in the wild. There are set prayers which people recite during the ritual. Nice.

At the Wat, this unusual figure of Phra Buddha invites speculation. Maybe inspired by 3 local monkeys? Ganesha?

The roof, doors, steering wheel and dashboard of this taxi (below) were smothered with Buddhist paraphenalia, amulets, statues, and the usual finger-smeared blessings by monks. This ensures that the car will never crash. At odds with all this was the menu of discount alcoholic drinks (top right):
After the Songkran piss-up and water-throwing day was over, we had a wonderful seafood meal in this restaurant in Huahin's main street, Petchakasem Road. Seafood in Huahin is super fresh, of course. Absolutely to dine for.

The Lady in Red may also be observed glaring at a post-Songkran concert staged by a Christian organization in Huahin. It was held near the statue of a young local hero, a Muay Thai boxing champion. But I suppose there's no contradiction... Christians are pugilistic and war-loving in the extreme. See this short video and be amazed at how much electricity is being used...


This Hua Hin post box ("COLLECTION EVERYDAYS") raised a giggle. Read the bit on the top:

...and some other things which tickled our funnybones:
* Sign above a tailor shop: Savile Row
* Name of a hotel: New Friend Hotel. It was located right next door to the Wong Kok massage service (in the touristy bar area of downtown Whore-Hin).
* Sign above a laundromat: Washy Mashy Laundromat, so-called because they don't have to wash by hand any more now that they have bought a brand new electric washy mashy.
* Report in the paper: ''The number of road deaths has already exceeded the hoped-for maximums set before the holiday began''. Maybe they'd manage to kill more people if there was a police-free weekend declared over Songkran. That could reduce Thailand's population even more successfully than the Thaksin-Samak War on Drugs. This year Thailand's Songkran long weekend resulted in 324 road deaths and 4484 injuries.
* Name of a doctor at a Huahin hospital: Dr Pornrat
* Traffic cop's flak jacket with a McDonald's ad on the back. Only in Thailand. Hey, why should I be surprised when the Huahin Central Police Station advertises its own liquor bar on its front gate sign.

...and finally, one of Marie's former friends (and renowned bus/Kombi aficionado) dropped by to visit us in Xiengmai, but never produced a single blockbuster during the time:

 Enormous piles of elephant dung have been appearing along the roads here in Chiangmai as mahouts bring young under-employed elephants from the country. They sell tourists bananas to feed their jumbos, which are led around Chiangmai's bar areas and restaurants by night. Each wears a flasing red tail-light - literally on its tail.
Marie's friend took advantage of the new Rent-a-Pachyderm service... here he is bringing the economy model back to our apartment: