We keep discovering new attractions in our neighborhood. A few days ago, Poe led us deep into the byways of the Suan Plu market, which is several hundred food and merchandise stalls that seem to have been flung off the back of a convoy of trucks, shoved one on top of another by a bulldozer, then roofed over. It's a lively and redolent hodgepodge of Suan Plu humanity and its needs and habits.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Suan Plu nice life
We keep discovering new attractions in our neighborhood. A few days ago, Poe led us deep into the byways of the Suan Plu market, which is several hundred food and merchandise stalls that seem to have been flung off the back of a convoy of trucks, shoved one on top of another by a bulldozer, then roofed over. It's a lively and redolent hodgepodge of Suan Plu humanity and its needs and habits.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Bill Ullman on Egypt
Our friend Bill Ullman sent Joe and me what I think is the keenest take on Egypt and world press coverage of the uprising that I've seen anywhere. It is reproduced below. Bill is a former Africanist business operative/do-gooder/good world citizen. He now lives in Undisclosed Location, Maine. Bill has been this blog's most faithful reader and busybody fact checker and persnickety copy editor for four years. Over the years he has performed the latter task for others, including the late Ted Sorenson. There are many Ullman Africa stories. My favorite is, the newspaper in Windhoek, Namibia, once referred to him, after he left the country, as "the mysterious William Ullman."
Hello Dick,
I probably spent more time glued to Al-Jazeera over the past two weeks
than anyone other than Mubarak’s intel goons. The unfolding of the
drama/chess game had me enthralled from start to finish. First ever
experience watching (most of) a revolution live from beginning to end
(of the first stage only, to be sure). Emotionally I was on the side of the
protesters, of course, and occasionally shouted out in glee or dismay
as the tide seemed to be running one way or the other. My enthusiasm
was informed, but not diminished, by the uncertainties of the
geo-political consequences of success, the possible costs to U.S.
strategic interests (I’m not sure I give much of a shit about Israel
anymore, though we cannot allow its annihilation) and the knowledge
that revolutions often replace the awful with the horrible. The pot
boiling over in Egypt entails all kinds of risks for the stability of
the status quo, but in my view the status quo has been heading us in
dangerous directions for a long time. We’re going to have problems, but
they won’t be quite the same frozen in place problems that were on the
table up to last Friday. (And frankly, losing much of our access to
Arab oil might be the best thing that could happen to us, bringing a
little reality into the mixture of myth and delusion that governs many
American perspectives these days.)
You correctly note that A-J’s coverage was biased, but it was a
different kind of bias from what we are unhappily getting used to from
Fox, MSNBC, talk radio, et al. While the emotional tilt of the
reporters was clear, they didn’t express it in the words they spoke;
they pretty much simply described what they were seeing and what the
people they had access to were saying; and since what they saw we did
too, it didn’t take any pro-protester presentation-bias to persuade us
about where we stood. The actual events, day-by-day, said it all.
As for the actual events portrayed and the hundreds of interviews
conducted, the A-J producer on the ground and his many reporters
repeatedly said that they were trying to interview pro-government
people, whether village peasants, cops, government functionaries or
thug groups. What they invariably met with was threats of violence,
actual violence, confiscation of equipment, detention and a refusal to
say anything or be filmed. This response was orchestrated non-stop by
the regime, whose state TV was broadcasting until early Friday morning
that A-J was not a legitimate news organization, but an arm of U.S. and
Israeli intelligence. Still the A-J kids had the guts to keep trying.
Bottom line: the coverage bias was not A-J‘s doing; it was the product
of the regime’s fear of letting even its own supporters speak out
freely.
The A-J- “kids” (they were mostly quite young) were superb. When it
came to providing background info, they were vastly more informed and
relevant than just about any of the U.S. press; they had Egyptian and
regional history at their fingertips; there was absolutely none of that
relentless self-congratulation that pollutes CNN coverage, or that
“Look at me, a big personality reporting from a dangerous location”
crap. Being both multilingual and multi-cultural they knew how to do
interviews that spoke both to local and foreign audiences, and they
took full (often risky) advantage of mixing with the crowds while
almost all of the big-shot western reporters were clearly comfortably
removed from the immediate action. There were a few isolated
exceptions, but not many.
I’ve been tracking Al-Jazeera for a long time. I can’t speak to the
quality/bias of coverage by the Arabic division which has different
producers and reporters, but the English section consistently offers
better coverage of international (not just middle eastern) news than
anything we still have after the budget cuts and general dumbing-down
that have reduced American TV news to the level of a morning cooking
show for women, mixed with what could pass as trailers for the
latest sadistic chainsaw movie. A-J has the money, the technology, the
reporters and the motivation that CNN has lost (and sadly, BBC is
losing, though it’s still pretty good). As for NPR & PBS, their
international news budgets were gutted years ago (and the Republicans
may well succeed in a few weeks with their efforts to totally de-fund
the Corporation For Public Broadcasting).
Viewership of A-J in the U.S. has been extremely limited by (1) the
refusal of big cable companies to carry it, partly no doubt influenced
by (2) our government’s frequent insinuations that A-J is somehow
related to terrorism (channeling Mubarak!) and (3) the willful, utterly
self-defeating ignorance of the vast majority of our Know Nothing
citizenry whose indifference to the rest of the world and its
widespread child-like credulity about domestic issues are now earning
it the fucking that the Republicans (and not a few of the Democrats)
are so eager to deliver.
I feel good that this year you have up-graded to air conditioning.
=Bill=
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Update
There’s a scene in one of Charles McCarry’s superb Paul Christopher espionage novels where Christopher and his wife---or girlfriend, maybe somebody can help me out with this---return to Italy after a sojourn in cool, tidy, reserved Northern Europe. In the morning, the wife throws open the shutters in their Rome pension and declares happily, “Oh, it’s the human race!” That’s how I feel about Thailand every day when I wake up to it. The Thais are voluble in a quieter way than the Italians. And they certainly don’t parade from place to place in seried ranks of fabulousness. Here only the royal family does that. But Thais give off that same air of “I’m so glad I got up this morning, and I’m lucky to be alive.” We sleep in an air-conditioned cocoon, and I can’t wait each morning to open the windows and balcony doors for the aromas from the food stalls to come drifting up, along with the nonstop gabbing and good-natured industriousness and kidding around.
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, where we went on a visa run over the past weekend, is markedly different. It’s mostly Muslim, it’s multi-ethnic---Malays, Chinese, Indians---and it’s tense. It’s not really dangerous, even though there are signs downtown warning shoppers to beware of “snatch thieves.” But it’s a city of the Big Hustle---sidewalk touts selling knockoff watches and swindler taxi drivers. The first night, Joe said, “It’s the wild west!” People on the street look somewhere between glum and bitter. The Islam in KL has been described as “Islam-lite,” like Turkey’s, so it’s not entirely religion that’s the problem. But the clerics do put a damper on things. On Monday, the government warned people not to observe Valantine’s Day because that could lead to “immorality.” We heard later that the cops hassled young people holding hands in a park, raided some “clubs,” and arrested 16 people.
On the other hand, there’s a discreet but lively gay scene in KL. Our American friend Dick Sandler was there from Thailand for a few weeks visiting his Malaysian boyfriend, who’s a teacher. We didn’t meet the BF---he was off teaching jungle survival skills to other teachers. But we had a nice Dim Sum lunch with Dick’s friends Gabe and Paul. They are Chinese Malaysians; Gabe works for an NGO promoting corporate responsibility, and Paul is the marketing rep for a Swiss watch company. Gabe went to college in the U.S., and interestingly he said he has encountered more racial prejudice in Malaysia than he ever did in America. Because the Chinese long dominated the Malaysian economy, quotas are now in effect guaranteeing ethnic Malays a percentage of certain jobs and contracts. These two young men and their British boyfriends (yes, they are “potato queens,” their boyfriends “rice queens”---a couple of unfortunate terms) have pretty good lives. Although, Gabe said that in conservative Sarawak, where he grew up, gay men are careful not to congregate, out of fear that their families or employers will put two and two together and have a fit.
The best tourist attractions in KL---a city that looks like a kind of Tulsa with palm trees and afternoon tropical downpours---are the gorgeous Islamic Arts Museum and, next to it, the KL Bird park. The museum, a modern white marble wonder of an edifice, has one of the best collections of Islamic decorative art in the world. The ten-plus-acre bird park is a rainforest under a high net with resplendently feathered red and yellow and green and iridescent blue birds of all sizes and national costumes on delightfully garish display. We also hiked over to the Petronas Twin Towers, KL’s signature skyscrapers. They look like the Chrysler building with boils. I had assumed they had been built by somebody named Nick Petronas, but it turned out that Petronas is the National Petroleum Company, which produces Malaysia’s vast oil wealth.
Here in Bangkok, Joe has been continuing to research his pocket guide to Thai street food---he is happily eating his way across the city---and I have nearly finished writing Strachey-12 (no title yet). A distraction has been our TV set. We receive just two English language channels. One is a CNN-like news channel from Singapore. The other is Al Jazeera, which we find impressive. Its 24-hour-a-day live coverage of the Egypt uprising was biased in favor of the demonstrators, and why shouldn’t it have been? Watching this was terrifically suspenseful and finally thrilling.
Plans: we’re off to the seashore at Hua Hin and our friends Simon and Poe February 26-March 2. Then we go to Burma March 14-27. This afternoon we have to haul ourselves over to the Myanmar Embassy , crawl under the razor wire, and apply for visas. It’s a dreadful place, every visitor’s first taste of that dreadful government.
You may have read that Thailand and Cambodia are having a border-demarcation spat and are on the verge of war. The dispute went to the U.N. a few days ago, and the Security Council wisely said, “You’re grown-ups. Work it out.”
Monday, February 7, 2011
A morning of revelation... and several snacks
The first year we were in Bangkok we visited the small island Ko Kret, on the north edge of Bangkok on the Chao Phraya river. It was our second day in Thailand, and we were thoroughly doused in royal palaces, gleaming gold Buddha images dripping with jasmine garlands amid clouds of burning insense. All this made it hard it differentiate between the jet lag and the otherworldly feeling of the place we actually were in. On the island of Ko Kret we passed a banyan tree wrapped with layers of colored fabrics and more garlands and offerings and a concrete turbaned man on a horse. The next sight was a vendor with a wheeled cart selling an array of deep fried flowers and greens.
We started our snacking with a bowl filled with an array of deep-fried flowers and vines with a sweet hot chili sauce. I was unable to differentiate the subtleties of flavors, but the textures were quite different. And after all, there are worse ways to start the day---how bad can deep-fried batter doused with a spicy, tangy sweet sauce be? Thai fried food is rarely greasy, as they fry in very hot oil and always cook small batches. Although it was the flowers that drew me, they turned out to be the least interesting of what I was to encounter.
The second encounter was with Kao Chae. This may be the most remarkable dish I’ve eaten since I first had tom kha gai 25 years ago. We sat on locally made clay stools around a small table. There were six small clay bowls. Two were filled with a couple of tablespoons of white rice, some ice chips and jasmine water. The other four dishes contained sweet shredded pork, stir-fried salted white radish, pork stuffed banana pepper wrapped in egg and tiny shrimp paste balls fried with a light egg coating. Now, I know that none of this sounds like what you want to have for breakfast. But I can assure you that having a spoon full of chilled jasmine water with a few grains of rice in it between bites of the savory side dishes was all quite remarkable. I felt giddy with delight with this discovery. Normally khao chae is eaten in the summer to cool oneself.
Next we bought some banana leaves that contained fermented rice. With them came a small square of chewy coconut sticky rice flour pudding with bits of peanuts in it. A little like having a little Noilly Prat vermouth pudding with coconut and peanut bits. Very fun.
Next came the Khao Kuai (black grass jelly).
Grass jelly is made by boiling the aged and slightly oxidized stalks and leaves of Mesona chinensis[1] (member of the mint family) with potassium carbonate for several hours with a little starch and then cooling the liquid to a jelly-like consistency.[2] This jelly can be cut into cubes or other forms, and then mixed with syrup to produce a drink or dessert thought to have cooling (yin) properties, which makes it typically consumed during hot weather. The jelly itself has a slightly bitter taste, a light iodine lavender flavor, and is a translucent black. It can also be mixed with soy milk to produce a milky white liquid with black strands in it.
Very sweet but again very tasty.
I marveled watching a woman who was making skewers of tiny green pouches ever so deftly. These were meing kam. Normally this snack is make-your-own. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to try these. Wrapped in small spinach leaves they contain a mixture of chopped shallots, ginger/galangal, lime with skin, fried garlic, shredded coconut chili, and a sweet dark salty sauce. The ginger and lime rind were wonderful with the sweet paste. Tasty and weird.
As we were about to leave I noticed a woman selling what I thought were some kind of flower bulbs. I had run across a woman cooking orchid bulbs on a trek in Burma. It turned out that this Thai woman was steaming what are called buffalo nuts. Of course I had to try them as I have never seen them before. They tasted and had the texture of roasted chestnuts. These were apparently cultivated but quite a rarity. Naturally they too were tasty. The Devil Pod, also known as Bat Nut, Goat Head, Bull Nut, and Buffalo Nut, is the seed pod of Trapa bicornis, an aquatic Asian plant. Glossy and black, it averages 2 1/2 - 3 inches from tip to tip, and when dried and oiled, its surface texture is similar to that of a chestnut.
The New years throngs had arrived and it was time to get off the island. Soon we were on the ferry heading back across the Chao Phraya dodging the clumps of water hyacinth and trying to figure out where to have lunch.
Deep fried pea flowers
One of the flowers they were deep frying