I wanted to do some shopping, but the lines were too long. All I was really after was celery hearts. And maybe chocolates.
Back at work, I was trying to write a script to test a new I/O card, based one one which was already working for an old I/O card. But with more efficient code. I couldn't get past the first step. Turns out the card which was in the test machine I'd borrowed was faulty. While one of the other testers was trying to figure it out with me, we both got a lesson on something entirely different (new piece of monitoring equipment) from the seniorest tester.
Home, the only thing in the mailbox worth the 1-block walk through the bitter cold was Boskone's progress report, which has the schedule and my name's even in it as an artist. Had the slides not arrived today, this evening would have included making labels for the photos I'll be mailing them. Tomorrow, then.
Okay, you have waited long enough. Some ancient Thailand photos from batch #3:
Kids swimming in some river somewhere. This was such a common sight I have no idea where I took the photo.
At the elephant festival in Surin. One of my Peace Corps heart throbs was the English language commentator. November 1975, probably. Maybe 76.
Bangkok, probably, 1975. The bus is a mobile ophthomology office. The Thai writing on the side says "??? for (about) glasses" I can't make out the first word.
This was one of my team members when I worked at the Rubber Research Center outside of Haad Yai. They were all agricultural extension agent artists, and their job was to draw renditions for pamphlets and slide shows. I was there to teach them how to use a camera and darkroom, so they wouldn't have to sit all day among the ants and snakes to get their images.
Bangkok bar girls. Probably Soi Cowboy, 1975.
Plans for tomorrow:
Starbucks or McDonalds