week the question was: Where are you from?
explored the boundaries that create our identity. This
week, I examine the limits of the number of friends
anyone of us can maintain, inside and outside those borders.
of us participate in some kind of social media. I have
a Facebook and Twitter account. I have ‘friends’ on both.
What does it mean to have ‘friends’ in the digital world?
What are the constraints on finding, grooming, and maintaining
this friendship network? How much time each day do you
find yourself checking timelines to see what your friends
are up to? How many times do you click on ‘like’? I have
some theories about these activities to share with my
resolution in sight for the on-going political conflict
in Thailand as ‘friends’ seek like minded ‘friends’ among
the various factions, sects, and movements. If the Thai
political structure had a black box in this crash, no
one has been able to recover it. Like with flight MH370,
evidence of pings are being picked up. But no one is sure
or what they mean. It is likely some resolution as to
the location of MH370 will precede resolution of the political
enter the Songkran season with a lot of heat being generated.
Songkran is the traditional time for Thai families to
pay respect to their elders. It is also the time of roving
bands of people who take great delight in throwing buckets
of water on strangers. It is considered ‘fun’ to do so.
The authorities turn a blind-eye to these activities,
leaving everyone a target of a high-pressured water gun
Songkran snipers. These contradictions of Songkran mirror
the contradictions of a political system under stress.
Most will have a good time, some will become angry, others
will let off steam.
body count on Thailand’s roads will start soon. There
is never a caretaker of souls over the Songkran holiday.
Remember to stay sober and alert, and not seduced by this
potential for ‘fun’ that seems to make us feel safe and
secure. Stay tuned for the post-Songkran analysis of the
political temperatures, grooming club news, and other
bits of debris that float past as we paddle along the
stream of life in Thailand.