I’ve been remiss in my posting (if remiss is a term applicable to self-centered blogging to an audience of, lets say, 8) and I apologize. The internet at my house went out for a few weeks and I wasn’t going to blog at the office, so I was left in the horrible predicament of being unable to tumbl anything at all. I thought I might disappear if I did’t update my every emotion online, but lo and behold, I’m still here.

Here has been pretty hectic. NYE turned into a bit of a shit-show. I was in work until late so I tried to catch up on drinking after arriving at a rather classy bar with fancy looking people, patron and dangle-your-feet-in-this-pool Miami Vice vibe. Not having anyone to kiss at midnight, I did the next best thing and full on tackled a buddy into one of the pools. So much for his phone. So all my coworkers jumped in and we had a dance party while appalled do-gooders looked on. Quite nice really. Then we did some rather less exciting bar-hoping and 2010 more or less started with a hangover—appropriate, I think, after the aughts.

Since New Years, it has been mostly work work work. But there have been a few exciting (for me) developments.

I bought a moto! She’s orange and white, jerky as shit in first and second, and, for the moment at least, the apple of my eye. I can now zip around the city saying “Ciao” to people who smile and nod a lot. I’m calling her the Creamcycle for now, but I think it sounds a little dirty, so I’ll probably change her name down the road so to spreak.  I feel like an adult again, not having to ask to go to this or that place; it is like getting my license all over again. The key difference, of course, is that I don’t have a license. But whatever. Sometimes you just shrug and say, “its Cambodia, what ya’ gonna do?”

On a more professional note, I’ve been asked to do a feature story for a fairly prominent architecture magazine back in the states that I’m very excited about for two reasons. The first reason is that I haven’t gotten to do a magazine feature before and the subject, Khmer Modernism, is interesting despite sounding completely ridiculous. The second reason is that I get paid very little and I like to eat food. I have some other nibbles from stateside mags so hopefully I’ll be doing some real freelancing soon, which would go a long way to making me feel justified in coming here.

All these happinesses aside, it was a long week and there is a certain pool with a certain lounge chair and a few certain bloody marys that I need to go see about.