After I publish a post, I entertain myself by checking to see how many views my blog is getting. Usually, I am disappointed by the number while striving to remain philosophical that I write mostly to please myself.
A nice feature of WordPress, the platform I began using in 2009, is the statistics I see and the surprises they offer.
For one thing, I am continually surprised by two sets of numbers: One is how individuals from the all over the world seem to find my blog and the second is how old are some of the posts they discover.
Nearly two years after having moved to Cambodia from Manhattan and retired from selling and writing about real estate originally in the Washington, D.C. area and then New York, I am amazed Continue reading
My gym, which is situated in a prime location in a prime neighborhood of Phnom Penh.
If you are a regular reader of this blog, then perhaps you remember the story of a trainer at my gym who was in serious condition after an accident on her motorbike. I am happy to report that Poul is recovering nicely and eager to get back to work, perhaps in a couple of months, once she can start working out again herself.
Not so another trainer, the 35-year-old married father of two boys, whose name I’ll pretend for now is the common Socheat.
In a nation where much of the populace, even 30-year Prime Minister Hun Sen, is superstitious and believes in the power of curses, some Cambodians might well take seriously the notion of Continue reading
When I got my first rent bill here in Phnom Penh, I promptly wrote a check.
And therein lay the problem. The building manager took a hard look, frowned and gave it back to me.
What had I done wrong? It turns out that I had Continue reading
Still from “The Virginity Trade”
Variations of one Khmer proverb go something like this:
Men are gold, women are cloth. . .
The implied meaning is that men who do something unacceptable are like gold; they will be as clean as the metal after it is washed. The converse is suggested for women; when sullied, even washing won’t rinse off all the dirt. They will be perpetually dirty objects of scorn.
Two one-hour documentaries Continue reading