Daily Archives: April 10, 2011

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What I Learned By Living in Bangkok

As some of you may know, I lived in Asia for a while right after getting my Bachelor’s in psychology. I spent two hellish months in Seoul, then a year and a half languishing in South East Asia’s seediest capital. Much of what I learned informs my current cynicism. (Please note: I am not intending to crucify other cultures. What I will discuss is endemic to life in the US as well. However, these are the moments that crystallized my awareness.) Ready to ride aboard the Sunshine Train? Grab your ticket and hop on.

  • Reason is not native to the human species. Fuck Aristotle’s Nichomachean Ethics: the simple fact is that we, Homo Sapien, do not inherently use reason or logic to inform our opinions. Because Western civilization is a descendant of the Hellenic intellectual tradition, we deify reason and rationality. E.g. Don’t let your emotions get in the way; “just the facts, ma’am.” We’ve our fair share of caveats, too, about trusting your gut or following your heart. But when it comes to big decisions (again, exceptions abound, as Republican Boehner is excited to point out), we understand that there’s value in taking an emotional step back. How I learned this: by walking. Reason would indicate to me that if I’m going to point to something, I should not stretch my arm across someone who walks in the opposite direction and inadvertently hit that poor, unsuspecting individual in the nuts with the purse on my arm. That I should not walk quickly and come to an abrupt stop while in a crowded stream of people. That I should not throw my hands up while talking and hit that same unsuspecting individual from earlier who’s passing from behind me in the nose.
  • People only care about themselves. We’d like to think that we’re looking out for the greater good, even if the people on the other side of the aisle don’t see our grand motives. Or that the powers of democracy will ensure that, well, at least slightly more than half of us will make it out of here alive. But we’d be wrong. How I learned this: Thai politics. Rural Thais voted for a notoriously corrupt prime minister because he paid to have cable TV pipelined into the Thai countryside. He personally rented the cable boxes for all of them. If he were to be voted out of power, those voters would lose their cable or be forced to pay for it themselves.
  • If you say it enough, somebody will believe you. It’s like half of the old adage, “You can convince some of the people all of the time.” All you have to do is say it loudly and consistently enough and people will believe it. Especially if there’s no good alternative to which they are exposed. How I learned this: Thai commercial censorship. When networks broadcast commercials that were purchased via an American ad buy, those products end up on the video feed in Asia (like a commercial for Chevy trucks on NBC). The Thai censors, for some reason or another, don’t like this so they block the commercials with a “SUN OUTAGE” message. It goes along the lines of, “The sun is currently disrupting the transmission of this broadcast. Please stay tuned.” And wouldn’t you know, those outages always end as soon as the next act begins.
  • Sex tourism is gross. Yes, yes, for obvious reasons, but more. It completely disrupts your self-perception. How I learned this: by being asked, “How many me?” in a club. In Thai, there’s no distinction between “how many” and “how much.” So the question being asked by the cute girl, who told me she sold t-shirts in one of the touristy areas and with whom I was dancing and had bought a couple drinks, was, “[How much] (for) me?” I realized that to her I wasn’t necessarily a cute guy with whom she was having a good time. I was simply a potential client she was working over. Bonus points: After having lived there for a year, I began to notice that not only was Bangkok a popular haven for Western sex tourists, but also for Japanese ones. When I met Japanese business people, I was forced to ask in my head what most people were probably asking of me: “Are you here for what I think you’re here for?”
  • We fetishize the exotic. It’s a lot like Economics 101: if the availability of hamburgers goes down, the price we’re willing to pay goes up. So too is it with our culture’s sexual triggers. Is it evolutionary, and do we understand on some cellular level that the offspring of genetically diverse parents are less likely to encounter double-recessive chromosomal disorders? Or is it just that, “Well, I can get A all the time, but what I haven’t tried yet is B.” How I learned it: By having my hirsute nature loved. The first time I had my hair cut, I had to undo a couple buttons on my collared shirt. The stylist saw my hairy chest and ran her nails through it. “I love hairy men.” Most of the women I dated there shared that sentiment. I accept that the evidence I use in this bullet point might be undermined by the previous bullet point, so I present to you a non-sexy example: my Taiwanese girlfriend had a nephew who was three or four. Once, when I was sitting at a table, he came up to me and started petting my arm hair. He, still petting, looked up at me with the biggest and most adorable smile I had ever seen.
  • Compassion can make things worse. I am not saying that compassion in and of itself is bad. But it can inadvertently make a situation worse, despite one’s best intentions. How I learned it: by being begged. Most of the beggars in touristy areas of Bangkok are plants by organized crime syndicates. They literally truck in different people at different times of day and work them in shifts. What makes it worse is that they “employ” children in their ranks. The more money people are willing to give children, the more get shipped in from the country side to make money.
  • I’m an asshole. I used to be a cultural relativist. Like many, I thought that every single facet of a culture was unique and worth preserving. That something could be beyond criticism by sheer virtue of the fact that it belonged to a group. I don’t believe that way any more. How I learned it: by saving face. The Thais practice a system of criticism different than ours. For Thais, it’s acceptable to critique someone’s appearance, but to disparage someone’s work ethic is a social no-no. So when someone in your office doesn’t complete something on time, or loses your paperwork, or forgets to renew your visa, there’s nothing you can say about it. You just cross your fingers and pray someone’s paying attention. I’m an asshole because I believe this is an outdated form of social interaction which has caused more damage to the Thai people and their economy than it’s worth. Bad, bad social more.

We’re not without our own faults, my fellow Americans – just you wait till I write a scathing, mind-blowing expose on LA. But until that happens, you’ll have to rest content with the knowledge that the Danes know how to live.

Movie Review: Your Highness

Your Highness

Starring: Danny McBride, James Franco, Natalie Portman, Zooey Deschanel

Directed by: David Gordon Green

Written by: Danny McBride, Ben Best

What do you get when you mix some of the sensibilities of  The Princess Bride, creatures that could belong in 80’s Jim Henson fantasy films, a dash of Pineapple Express stoner action and the humor of Eastbound & Down? That may be a rhetorical question because the answer is obvious; you get Your Highness.

The film has a pretty basic premise. When noble Prince Fabius (Franco) has his bride to be, Belladonna (Deschanel), kidnapped by the evil wizard Leezar (Justin Theroux) he sets out on a quest to rescue her accompanied by his lazy stoner brother Thadeous (McBride) and his brother’s manservant Courtney (Rasmus Hardiker). Along the way they encounter the fierce warrior maiden Isabel(Portman) who has a score to settle with Leezar herself.

I was sold on this concept from the very first moment I heard about it. Medieval fantasy? Check. Absurd premise? Check. Actors I enjoy? Check. Animatronic creatures? Check. Great director whose already proven himself with “stoner” films? Check. It seemed to me like it had so much potential. And Danny (Kenny Fuckin’ Powers) McBride not only stars in it but co wrote the feature as well. It brought to mind some of my favorite childhood films like Krull, Dragonslayer and Ladyhawke but with fouler language. I thought this is a sure thing.

However, it kind of misses the mark. It’s not as though the film isn’t funny, in fact it has a number of lines, scenes and sequences that I find downright hilarious. But I can’t help but feel it’s a bit restrained in spite of the R rating.

Which is rather unfortunate. First of all, I thought Franco and McBride were great. They were able to play off each other in a way that was effective without being overly cheesy (though this film did require a degree of cheesiness). Franco with his unwavering determination and charm and McBride with his crass humor and vulgarities in full swing.

Justin Theroux in my mind kind of stole every scene he was in. Leezar is a ridiculous character and Theroux brings a lot to the table with the scenes he does have. He also has some of the better lines in the film all told in my mind.

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention Rasmus Hardiker as Courtney. I had never seen him in anything before but I felt he had pretty excellent comic timing and added a lot to the film.

Writing women does not seem to be McBride and writing partner Ben Best’s strong suite however. Natalie Portman looked great (she always does) but her character was pretty one sided. She did have a few ridiculous lines delivered in the exact same tone as everything else she said. That was probably intended to help the humor, but to me it distracted from it. As for Zooey Deschanel she’s hardly in the movie at all and serves more as a plot device than a real character.

This is a very different style of film for director David Gordon Green. Sure he covered stoner territory in Pineapple Express, but this was a big budget medieval fantasy stoner film. I honestly don’t think the issue was his direction. And might I add that the cinematography was excellent (they shot in Northern Ireland, what a beautiful country).

I think what it comes down to is that they didn’t or perhaps couldn’t utilize fully what they had. There were hardly any stoner related jokes or gags and one would expect that to be prevalent. Although it was quite funny in parts it always felt like there was just a little something missing. Which is really too bad because I wanted to love this movie and just ended up liking it. I give it 3 and a half beers.

A Crasstalk Salute to Glenn Beck

Well it’s official. America’s official wingnut siren Glenn Beck will be ending his daily show on Fox News by the end of this year. It’s sad news to his loyal, but incoherent fan base. As you can imagine, they are devastated.


America’s lame stream media is of course rejoicing, as are George Soros, Nancy Pelosi, and the kids over at Media Matters. However some of us are going to kind of miss old Glenn and his nightly panic-spreading and gold shilling. Here are a few great Beck highlights for those of us who are going to miss having Glenn Beck to kick around.

Here’s Glenn laying out the truth about the Egyptian Revolution. Some of his finest work exposing the elites who plot against the decent folk who watched the show.

Here’s some of the two part series about the Holocaust surviving Nazi George Soros who is ruining the world by giving money to people who are trying to stem corruption in the developing world.

And let’s not forget this classic.

However the people who will probably miss their daily dose of Beck most are America’s comedy establishment.

And the comedian who has undoubtedly benefited the most from Beck’s two year parade of batshit crazy has been Jon Stewart. Beck not only provided night after night of easy jokes for Daily Show writers, but he was also the inspiration for the hugely successful Rally to Restore Sanity. Thursday night Stewart gave a magnificent send off to Beck that gave a nod to the inspiration that Glenn created for The Daily Show. Here is an excerpt.

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Damn Glenn, I am going to miss a regular dose of your madness. To be honest, I think a lot of liberals will. Who will be the target of our outrage? Who’s name will we invoke as the ultimate broadcasting insult? The election season is going to be a lot less fun without his theories and his chalkboard. We can only hope Fox is in talks with Michelle Bachman.

Oh well, I guess we still have The Blaze.

Recipe Sunday: Passover Edition, Asparagus Soup With A Bitter-Herb Gremolata

What is a shiksa, a goy, a lapsed Catholic doing writing one of the Crasstalk Passover recipes? Well, because it’s a chance to delve into history that’s not my own, and possibly become a better friend – by making asparagus and leek soup with a horseradish gremolata.

My best friend in high school, (oh, so many years ago), is Jewish. And she left our hometown in Vermont after marrying a nice Jewish boy who was going to be attending medical school in Alabama.

But before she left, she asked me to hold the huppah at her wedding. For those of you who aren’t already familiar with the huppah, picture a wedding tent with – as you might expect – four poles. Now picture a tent whose four poles aren’t pushed into the ground, but instead held up by loved ones of a bride and groom. My friend “Dana’s” future husband’s brothers held up three of the poles and I, who in 1992 was a whopping 125 pounds soaking wet, was holding up the fourth. The tent was over 50-feet long and so incredibly heavy that by the time “Dana” started down the aisle, my elbows had buckled. By the time she made it to her fiance, my arms were shaking uncontrollably, and men in the first row were mouthing the question, “Do you need help?” I shook my head, “No.” Because I could not physically unclench my fingers.

They were paralyzed, as if I’d been playing that children’s game in which you curl your fingers into someone else’s fingers and pull back hard for a few seconds and, (voila!), you have paralyzed fingers. I thought of that game the entire time my best friend was getting married. It distracted me from crying, though.

“Dana” left for Alabama the next week, and she has been down there for nearly 20 years. Since then, she has become incredibly involved in an Alabama synagogue, and that has brought out a new and much more religiously devout woman, a woman I am still getting to know.

So, when the idea of this post came up, I was thrilled. I love any chance to work with food. But, then it dawned on me that I know nothing about a traditional Passover meal, other than “no leavened bread.” And to write this article I had to do a lot of research, and put some thought into the meaning of the food that means so much to so many people. Now, at least I know that forbidden leavened products are called chametz.

I chose this recipe specifically for its spring ingredients (hello asparagus!) and for the fact that the maror, (a group of bitter herbs that symbolize the bitterness of slavery under the Pharohs), would marry perfectly with the asparagus. Instead of using the traditional freshly grated horseradish I used homemade prepared horseradish. (This is made by my grandmother, who makes it once a year in a dedicated blender. She doesn’t do this to make sure that the horseradish is kosher – she does it because the horseradish is so pungent that it can’t be washed away.) In a nod to the fact that many people who celebrate Passover have special dishes that they serve it from – dishes that have never had contact with chametz – I used a pretty soup bowl that my mother gave me. I’m not a hundred percent sure that it has never come into contact with chametz, but I’m 99% sure; She’s not a big fan of crackers or bread with soup.

And just putting this meal together has helped me feel a little bit closer to my friend in Alabama, who I’ve only seen a handful of times over the last two decades.

At any rate, posting a recipe for Passover is more useful to “Dana” than the time I helped her get married.

Asparagus and Leek Soup With a Horseradish Gremolata
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

  • Olive oil
  • Salt and pepper
  • 1 large bunch of asparagus.
  • 4 large leeks
  • 1/4 cup of white wine (I used Pinot Grigio, but very few people will judge you if you use White Zin.)
  • 4 cups of chicken broth

Gremolata

  • 1 teaspoon of flat leaf parsley
  • 1 teaspoon of lemon zest
  • 1 teaspoon of prepared horseradish
  • 1 teaspoon of diced shallots (Garlic is traditional, but I loathe it, so I substituted shallots.)

 

Trim asparagus by bending the stalk until it breaks naturally. Place asparagus on a sheet pan with 2 tablespoons of olive oil and salt and pepper. Roast the asparagus for 10 minutes, or until it has browned slightly. (You don’t want to overcook the asparagus, you just want it soft with color.) While the asparagus is cooking, wash the leeks thoroughly, slice them, and saute them in olive oil in a soup pot. Once they have wilted, add the white wine and cook until they are very soft. Chop the cooked asparagus in half and add to the soup pot. Add the chicken broth. Blend the vegetables and broth until smooth. Either do this in batches in a blender or use an emulsifier. Then heat the soup, ladle into bowls and add the horseradish, lemon zest, scallion, and parsley.

The soup is simple to make, and it’s very thin – nearly a consomme. But, it’s incredibly delicious, and the gremolata adds a layer of flavor that makes this little soup big and bold. This isn’t meant to be the centerpiece of a Passover meal, but it would make a lovely springlike and kosher beginning to a heavier dinner.

(Special thanks to DahlELama for her help.)