tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862216000300765627.post2330413725415276942..comments2024-01-16T03:42:46.705-05:00Comments on The Downward Spiral: Holiday in CambodiaBill Hickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17551954408189665078noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862216000300765627.post-2182247269869603802012-09-03T22:36:50.329-04:002012-09-03T22:36:50.329-04:00I imagine the ruins of New York will look far more...I imagine the ruins of New York will look far more decrepit for a couple of reasons - the Cambodians built more massively in stone rather than concrete and totally-rusted rebar and there will be no problems with ice in Angkor Wat. Once water gets into the buildings' fabric and freezes there'll be massive structural damage.<br /><br />Oh, and another great post. Sadly the forces of global tourism are way ahead of you, although the sanitised golfing in a third world resort type of tourism might be on the way out.<br /><br />Conradnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862216000300765627.post-15058214675742278262012-09-03T22:24:13.262-04:002012-09-03T22:24:13.262-04:00Welcome back to the Land of the Lost, BillWelcome back to the <b><i>Land of the Lost</i></b>, Billstarskeptichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02661141833059602897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862216000300765627.post-49622301454392581372012-09-03T19:26:46.061-04:002012-09-03T19:26:46.061-04:00Oh wait. That was California Uber Alles. Whatever....Oh wait. That was California Uber Alles. Whatever. With the DKs, it's all good. :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862216000300765627.post-53609770486320947502012-09-03T19:24:55.039-04:002012-09-03T19:24:55.039-04:00This was wonderful, Bill-thank you! I appreciate h...This was wonderful, Bill-thank you! I appreciate hearing about far-flung places that speak to the transience of this life. It makes me think of this: When I was just a kid my grandma took my mom, my sister and me to Mexico. I kept asking where the people were that created the Pyramid of the Sun. I never got an answer. This haunted me to the point that I worried about it a lot. <br /><br />Then, in a well-intentioned move, my family gave me some history books (they noticed I liked that sort of thing) that detailed the Egyptian era. I asked about them as well, with similar dismissive results. I started crying a lot when I'd look at the books and I became very scared. I didn't yet know how to hide my weirdness. I'm better at it now- as most of us are as we get older.<br /><br />I worried about it to the point of having stomachaches in grade school. I couldn't think that such powerful people could simply vanish and I wasted time when I should have been playing, worrying about disappearing like these people. I was probably about an inch away from being taken to a psychiatrist.<br /><br />But now that realization is forgiving and comforting. I am older and can ignore the fright. The daily nonsense will pass; all that matters is rising above the petty- it will all be dust soon anyway, even with the best intentions. It won't matter who made the most money or who had the most power. Only the soft impressions will take.<br /><br />I think a person is only fully human when the passing of others moves them - even if it was so long ago. And it's a manner by which to be fully connected to those who lived before. It's fully possible that we might be one of the last generations that will walk this earth and I figure that all that matters is love and caring while we are here. I fail that often, but it's good to remember that the concrete and powerful will not last. It is a heady topic for those not anchored down with religious dogma- you actually have to examine feelings that weren't given to you as a birthright, but I think it feels obvious what is important, even if it comes to us at 3 am or in a shadowy notion when other thoughts quiet. Okay, that's my moment of soft for the day.<br /><br />Now this joke from my daughter to clear the palate:<br />"Why did the waiter pee in the old man's soup?"<br />"Because he really wasn't a very good waiter."<br />Jim Laheyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12440909311757922295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862216000300765627.post-72555520184580540102012-09-03T19:21:32.222-04:002012-09-03T19:21:32.222-04:00"Come quietly to the camp.
You'd look nic..."Come quietly to the camp.<br />You'd look nice as a draw string lamp." Perfect choice of song. There are insufficient words to describe the degree to which the Dead Kennedys rocked ...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com