Yesterday morning I came to the unwelcome yet unavoidable realization that a considerable set of “valuables” had gone missing.
Stolen from under me, a jab to the gut, and all I can do at first was sulk, and now as the aftertaste of the experience settles in, here I shall document the the loss and seek to gain meaning from it.
Without any evidence at this point, there is no point in me directly or indirectly speculating or accusing any of the possible suspects; but having carefully reviewed the scenarios and retraced all my steps in the 12 hour window it could have gone missing, I am convinced beyond a reasonable doubt that someone (or something) intentionally lifted my possessions, whether motivated by greed, economics, and/or an addiction, among the likely motives.
Everything was in a small, cheap, black, soft cushion computer bag.
IT contained an ASUS Transformer book, a handy little hybrid tablet/notebook computer, out of the box ready with Windows 8.1 software, touchscreen and keyboard dock interfaces. One USB port and USB-charge capability requiring it only 10 watts of energy to charge, making it a handy device to have off the grid.
In fact, I still owe four fixed B1300 monthly installments on it, no way out of this, but not the end of the world. One on the chin.
Though not likely going to be of much use to local police or me anymore for that matter, for the record, it’s a T100T model with Seriel number E6NOBC122598253 (see image in gallery above)
Perhaps future digital historians might have more hope to hone in on the “who” and more importantly “why”, and thus heal in hindsight’s history lesson.
Went with IT was a 500GB compact external hard drive containing some sentimental data – an ample archive of photos, pictures and other entertainment, education and research digital documentation.
This included my last 14 years in text and photos – more than enough raw copy from blog and email entrees, a good basis for a 300-500 word novel, easily.
What else did IT go with? Recently drafted Google Sketch drawings for the latest version of the MSALV project, were stored on IT’s internal hard drive.
Whoever gained IT also gained a small gem collection, temporarily kept in the computer bag, a humble assortment of gems, ranging from lustrous blue sapphires, opaque African green emeralds, maroon garnet, and even a bright white moonstone, all of them showcased into a hand-size (10x5cm) box. See picture in gallery.
There was also a paperback book I was 95 per cent through with reading. I had only two chapters to go!
What do you pack? If you’re never coming back, by Italian playboy writer. I suppose I can email the author and request a full digital copy in exchange for a review in the paper. I did a preview of the book for the paper a year or so back when they sent it.
To add salt to these material and personal loss wounds, there was a slight experience of panic when I realized that in the bag there was also a personal calendar, inside of which I had hand-written various digital passwords, banking & ecommerce portal access, the works!
Still, arguably the most “valuable” item of all aforementioned, was the personal and experiential digital data and documentation.
Thankfully a lot of it should be recoverable through another backup…Priority one will be to do more backups, locally and on the cloud ASAP!
The MSALV drawings wouldn’t be too hard to draft up again, and besides I don’t mind redrafting and getting better with Google Sketchup. Link to software here.
My last 14 years of Thailand in text and photos is already mostly in the cloud already, so work on this project will be ongoing.
I just have to go through the bits and pieces, and gradually introduce them locally when I need them (ensuring to back them up in the cloud). Meanwhile, I will archive my chapters on this website, but for reasons best left unsaid at this point, will protect each entry with a password, barring the table of contents and introduction here.
All my bank and commercial passwords have been changed already, so the old ones will not be of use to anyone anymore.
As for IT – the hybrid computer – whoever tries to access IT will be disappointed when prompted with a pin number password to log on.
While this will not necessarily be impossible for someone experienced and educated in hacking, for example, to breach this barrier, since it would require considerable experience, intelligence, resources and/or patience, one would thus hope, latent moral and ethical values kicked in by then.
I hear the thought process go something like this: “Geeze, stealing this object really was ‘not worth” the trouble n the end, and all I did was cause someone else inconvenience, never mind myself who didn’t gain much if anything from my stupid decision to lift this object.”
But, just as likely, the thief might easily sell the burden of cracking the login to someone else, who void of any moral consciousness, doesn’t mind going through the trouble.
That person might be motivated by not only greed, but a strong addiction, forcing their hand to go to any lengths, and do anything and everything to get their cheap fix.
Now the gems collection would be a little harder for me to replicate, and probably a likely incentive to convince the thief that lifting the bag was “worth their time” at least initially, before their karma becomes apparent, if not sooner than later.
Nonetheless, time shall tell if I even intend to replicate such a collection. The lesson is clear here, that the gems really had no place being kept in the computer bag, which I often take around with me. They were bound to get lost or stolen like that, especially since I didn’t keep it close to me at all times.
Besides, valuables should only be kept in safe places, like safes, which begs a big question. What’s the value in valuables that have no purpose beyond being stored or stowed away? It’s not like I had any intention to show off the gems beauty on my person any time soon.
To be honest, the reason why I had initially brought them from out of storage was that my interest in the “power of earth’s rocks and gems” had been re-sparked recently. The idea that the gems bring with them more “transferable” energy that will somehow benefit my life, when in close proximity… Crazy train of thought, right?
So for the time being, this “earth energy” hobby/interest will just have to continue with only quartz crystals which apparently may have more power and energy storing potential than all other gems, anyway, certainly on a scientific scale.
After all, quartz crystals power watches, and apparently nanomachines and microcomuters all the same. Link
But despite all these “losses” I continue to gain and evolve in the bigger picture of life and existence.
I’m alive and well and “possess” ambition, plans and purpose, and am continuously developing and assessing that purpose in relation to my chosen trajectory in life… so I’d like to think.
And it doesn’t all necessarily revolve around material accumulation and fulfillment, but rather acquisition of lifestyle and well-being capability, mobility, flexibility and thus resilience to pursue the optimal happily-ever-after outcome for me and my kin.
Speaking of kin, in the last two months, I’ve inherited a family of five dogs – two girls and three boys – mangrove mutts of Thai ridgeback breed. Really good tempered most of the time except when they’re fighting eachother over scraps.
Started off with just two, the two girls, which I went and got rabies shots and fed. Then, the rest of their family showed up and started getting in on the feed.
Named them, inspired by loss.
There is the black and brown one, almost looking like a mini dovermen. She’s had puppies in her time, so I presume she’s the mom, small, and as the time she had showed up was right before and after I went to the US for a funeral.
She was named “Donna”, and the girl who came right after her, we called “Buddy Girl” as she’s real friendly and loyal one.
The the other boys, who followed were named Ton or Don (after my Thai friend who died in a motorbike accident a few years back), Dan (after a Canadian teacher colleague who died back in 2003 in Phetchaburi) and the father of the family, the Alpha male, P’ Lek or Bancha.
But there is a new ethical dilemma arising here with such arrangement of keeping dogs around, who have grown attached to me and will even accompany me out to the front of the lane in the mornings – that is to continue to feed these dogs with what is most likely GMO corn and soy meal, packaged with pictures of steak and liver on the packages.
If I should stop feeding them, perhaps they would just start to wander off and find another master or two to feed them, perhaps their old master before they found me. Tis the life of a mangrove mutt.
But there is some good keeping around a few dogs, who serve as loyal companions who will chase and bark away critters and even stalkers slithering through creepy night mangrove.
That’s all for now. Till next time.