Archive for August, 2009
1. Pass stare down test administered by Burmese Embassy official for visa. Check.
2. Get crisp, unfolded Benjamins dated odd years only from 2001 on. Check.
3. Store ‘journalist-like’ equipment with local contact in Bangkok. Check.
You know that scene in Deer Hunter when De Niro is coaching that other guy through a round of Russian roulette in the Viet Cong POW camp? I was channeling something like, “You don’t do it, they’re gonna throw you in the pit. They throw you in the pit, you’re gonna die. Go ahead. You gotta do it. You can do it. Show ‘em you got balls” …
We just saw him buy his granddaughter some acne cream from the local pharmacy and he’s carrying it in that cute red plastic bag. What’s less sweet is the position his granddaughter will find herself in later this evening — sans acne cream?