I think I look different since moving to Bangkok, and acting strange if you can believe that  I found myself walking through the lovely Lumphini Park, talking out loud and gesticulating.  I was on what they call the Floating Island trying to figure out if it was really floating.  When I passed two sweaty Euro-Americanos they hesitated, running in place, stared at me for a minute, then continued on.  It wasn’t like I was saying anything insane or threatening.  I was trying to think about the new economy of ideas:  a dime a dozen.  A kind of Ebay of ideas.  You post an idea, a metaphor, teaser of a story and if you want more you click on the paypal button.  If you posted 100 such things a year and 100 people were curious enough to pay $1.00 you make $10,000 a year. With, what 3 billion Internet users, that’s possible isn’t it?  Then if  they want the whole Chihuahua you enter a more lucrative contract stage.  I think I did say louder than I should have: Its the Long Tail.  Maybe that sounded like good afternoon in Thai, Sat wa de.

But, not as bad as my really bad days after a night of drinking in Forest Park.  But I was so much younger than you know.

Or my Fantasy nightmare that I wasn’t naked giving a talk in public, but a chicken.

I do like this idea.  Academics are forced to stand in front of audiences of random specialist professional associations and forced to present someone else’s Powerpoint Presentation in their style.  I can imagine many clashing incongruous ones in my academic world but just imagine your own.