Sorry about my absence – blog-wise. I was traveling for work and simply did not have the muse to write. Even though, my entries often look like random “muse-free” ramblings, I still need to be kissed by a muse to produce even something like that. Throughout my school career I have dreaded writing essays. I think, it was because my teachers were not too impressed by my brevity. Get to the point and be done. I remember, in 12th grade writing about the ever-popular “Nathan der Weise” (not a lower ranked wizard from “Lord Of The Rings”). We had 4 full hours. especially my female classmates flooded up to 12 sheets of paper – front and back – wit their thoughts. I treated the topic most exhaustively in 90minutes and 3 1/2 pages – which yielded a C-, may have been a D+, too, try to forget these dark days.
Anyway, we will now stop to discuss my middle and high school career and focus on what’s been happening since the last entry – two toy fairs. Toy fairs are an unfair event. There are tons of toys – and if you are far away from China, companies actually show all their new stuff, too. If the fair takes place too close to China, everyone shows drones, triple copters, quad-copters, hexa-copters, octo-copters from cutesy palm sized to scary room-filling. The Hong Kong was a remote controlled drone extravaganza, while Nürnberg was the bees knees. You go to Nürnberg for the toy fair and Bob’s Your Uncle. Everyone shows what they have and people encourage you to try their products out (except for remote controlled aerial vehicles, some of them can kill a person). But slot car racing, I caught up on 25 years of missed racing.
Sidenote: A few years ago, my buddy Brian had a son – actually his wife had the son, he only made a key contribution during conception, but that is not the point. When I heard he had a kid I started suggesting that it would be time to start buying a slot car racetrack – preferably from Carrera. But he never did – I even told him where in Minneapolis they had a fantastic selection. He had to wait until I had left America, moved to Thailand and even then he waited for a few more years just to be sure, I was gone – then and only then, I think he finally bought a racetrack……bastard, you could have bought the set and extra cars and tracks easily, for Erik’s 6month jubilee – he could have watched as we had had so much fun.
So at the toy fair I played and it was oh-so-grand. At home, I brought up the topic, of possibly buying a racetrack myself and this idea was rejected even before i was able to complete the sentence explaining said idea. But back to the toy fair. I must say I was really impressed by the model railroaders. When i was little I loved going fast with the little trains, until my friend from school – Frank – corrected me that a steam engine locomotive would never pass an electric locomotive….but it just did. Also, there were far too few accidents. Needless to say, I am not a model railroader. But I can appreciate the art and engineering that going into creating the models nowadays.
Look at the tiny details of this black steam engine with a silver water tankard a coal tender (the coal carriage behind the cockpit).
Same thing here, the pushrods and linkages, that connect the wheels and then connect to the piston, the hydraulic lines and valves. That is amazing to me and beautiful to look at. Unfortunately, they are not toys for 5 year olds. In fact they goo far beyond the pocket money (allowance) frame of anything I or my buddies ever had…probably until I started to earn my own money.
The exhibitors for model railroad systems all had setup beautiful dioramas with detailed landscaping, houses, train stations – delightful and great to visit as an adult. Children would literally experience sensory overload and would likely start crying unconsolably (think fall the thing they would want – understandably so) or just faint (the realization that there is a heaven…I mean I was overloaded the first two days and slept horribly).
But this is all in the past. I am back in Bangkok going to work and making the best toy cars under the sun.
And if I have a bad day, I practice Muay Thai, where the sandbag gets it handed from me…or as in this case, I just take pictures of people sparring with a coach.
There you have it. I will now try to post in tighter spaced and more regular intervals again.
Until the next, stay sharp and Sayonara dudes.