Ode to a Shark

I’ve recently discovered the Ocean Voyager Live Cam at the Georgia Aquarium in Atlanta, and I’ve developed a parasocial relationship with a whale shark named Yushan. We’re planning a special trip to go see him in 2027. In the meantime, I have some ideas for how the Georgia Aquarium could get me, specifically, to send them more money to support their mission:

  1. A large poster of Yushan. I would like to know that the photo on the poster is of Yushan himself and not just any whale shark. Maybe it could say “Yushan” in the corner in large block letters, like a poster of a human athlete you might hang in a teenage bedroom—except it would be a poster of a whale shark, and I would hang it in my adult home.
  2. Photo prints of Yushan in different poses and available in various sizes. I would like prints of Yushan to hang on multiple walls of my office at work. I would also like a small photo of Yushan to keep in my wallet. Or, perhaps a shark-shaped locket with a photo of Yushan inside that I could wear around my neck and clutch dramatically while encountering any number of daily trials.
  3. An illustrated story book dramatizing how Yushan and his tankmate Taroko (who passed in 2025) came to live at the aquarium. This could also include a photo section in the back with whale shark facts and bios of Yushan’s caretakers.
  4. A subscription service where I’d get a weekly email introducing me to one of Yushan’s friends in the Ocean Voyager tank. What is the name of that guitarfish? How many different species of rays are in the tank? What does the zebra shark eat? This could include a weekly bonus shark fact, or a message from one of the aquarists who interacts with Yushan regularly.
  5. Either as a recurring series or a one-time event, a virtual talk with one of Yushan’s caretakers. They could show you different views of the tank, answer questions, and tell you how Yushan is doing today.
  6. The opportunity to record a message for Yushan that would be played aloud to Yushan before bed. I know that Yushan hears me through our magical bond when I say, “Goodnight Yushan, I love you!” before turning the shark cam off for the last time in the evening, but I would like him to hear it in person, too.

These are just a few ideas. I can probably come up with more. The Georgia Aquarium does offer the opportunity to “Adopt a Whale Shark” and receive a small adoption card and a small whale shark plush. This is obviously on my to-do list—though it raises questions about the validity of the adoption, since there’s only one whale shark at the aquarium. We’d also need to consider the name of the plush and how it would fit into the hierarchy of our existing plush shark menagerie. Easy answers: The plush is named Yushan, and could only be greeted with hero-worship by our larger shark plushes Sharkbert and Sharlotte. The Yushan plush is merely one of Yushan’s avatars. This is how one whale shark can be adopted by many. Yushan can be in as many places at once as he needs to be.

So if you are having a bad day, or simply need a boost, go to the Georgia Aquarium website. Navigate to the Ocean Voyager Cam. You may need to be patient. Yushan is a very busy guy and sometimes he has things to do in other parts of the tank. You can say hi to his friends while you’re waiting. And then, when the time is right, get ready for a hit of pure dopamine as a massive whale shark glides into view. He may swim slowly down from above the camera, or he may emerge gradually from the shadows in the depths of the tank. Yushan will take care of all your worries for a few moments, because it’s impossible to feel sad or hopeless when Yushan is there. You can just rest briefly in the knowledge that wonders exist, magic is real, and a whale shark knows who you are and loves you too. Thank you, Yushan! I love you, Yushan! Good night!

My Friday Night

Some foliage encountered on the Khao Pradu Nature Trail
Some foliage encountered last week on the Khao Pradu Nature Trail

I didn’t know what to do last night, so I went for a ride.

I could have done something more exciting on a Friday night, for sure, but it’s been a long week full of words and thoughts and I didn’t want the city, or a beer, or even company. The danger existed, lurked, of staying inside my air-conditioned bedroom the entire evening. I already knew I wouldn’t grade papers or write a homework assignment or even cobble together a few words of my novel, though, and thankfully hunger forced me out the door.

There’s a restaurant around the corner from the school that is open for lunch and dinner. The tables are made from fiberglassed sections of tree trunks, and at the smaller tables the stools are entire tree stumps. We call it AC Place, although I’ve found that the doors are open and the fans are on just as often as the air conditioning. When we leave campus to go to the city we turn left out of the driveway, but AC Place is a very small distance to the right and, until last weekend, was the farthest I’d traveled in that direction.

Last Saturday David, Ako, and I went to a Nature Preserve in Wat Bot where I took the photo at the beginning of this post, and on the way discovered that the drive was perfect. Last night I wanted a bit of perfect, so I drove past AC Place and kept going, over the railroad tracks, onto 1086, and down the curving two-lane road. Trees overflowing with greenery hung over the road, and I drove past rice fields and intermittent patches of jungle. Friday seems to be trash day, so I passed many roadside fires, always untended and burning gently by the side of the road, releasing fumes of plastic bags and bottles into the dusky air. Thai people sat outside their houses, near the road, sometimes selling watermelon or rambutans. Sometimes they sat at restaurants, but it was always hard to tell if they were restaurants. I peered into the darkness of tables and people sitting beneath roofs with no walls, looking for food or a kitchen and smelling good things, but I remained ultimately unsure and drove on, unwilling to stop. They don’t get many Farang in this neighborhood, and as I drove by people stared, laughter and a smile on the edge of their faces, as though wondering what I was doing there.

I marked a few roads to come back to at a later date, including the way to a local wat (temple), but ultimately this was a trip for getting out of the house, not one of wild exploration. (Should one always be wildly exploring? Can one be forgiven for feeling shy and wanting only a bit of air and the sunset?) I turned around a little ways after the road widened into a four-lane on its way through a miniature strip with shops and a 7-11, and just before it met the broader highway. (If you are traveling all the way to the Khao Noi – Khao Pradu Non-Hunting Area, you will turn off again after a very short stint on the highway and soon find yourself on a narrow and muddy dirt track that travels up and down hills and tests your ability to stay upright on your motorbike.) Where the horizon was wide due to the lack of foliage near the highway, I saw the sunset in my rear-view mirror, dusky purples sinking into grey clouds and a yellow haze. I turned to face it, but lost it soon after I began to head toward home. The road turned a bend and very soon the sunset was reflecting in brilliance, once again, in my rearview mirror. A metaphor? Perhaps.

I stopped at AC Place on the way back and had the chicken with basil over rice (it cost a dollar). Then I picked up some evening snacks at the convenience store and turned down the drive to the school. A dark and dainty shape ran out of the shadows and chased alongside my bike as I passed the empty school buildings: Lady Gaga, one of the school dogs. She is all black and slender with long legs and elegantly tufted ears. Moments later Rusty appeared on my other side, a red-brown dog who always seems competent and in charge of the situation. They are the parents of the four puppies on campus, three baby black dogs and one the color of rust. The two dogs flanked my bike like an honor guard the whole way to my door. I wondered if they wanted to play, or say hello, but by the time I had turned off my bike they had already run off side by side into the night.

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Rusty. Photo Credit to my fellow teacher David Owen.

Sick in Thailand

Hello. Sorry for the lack of updates. I haven’t even gotten around to taking the motorbike photo I promised. It’s just weird to stop during a daily activity and say, “Hold up guys I need a photo!” Zooming off to the city has already become far too normal to be event-worthy. But I will get you that photo, maybe this week!

Settling in has been good and bad. I love all the people here and the new friends I’ve made. I feel pretty insecure about my job and my abilities as a teacher. Somehow we keep getting through another four to five classes each day, but it seems like the material is always too easy for the kids sitting in front and too hard for the kids sitting in back. It’s hard to find a balance.

This weekend is a holiday weekend. There is no school on Monday for the Buddhist holiday of Vesākha, where (from what I’ve gathered from my students) it is traditional to visit a temple, light incense or a candle, and process around the temple three times. I was feeling a little bummed that I didn’t have any exciting travel plans for the long weekend, but simultaneously relieved that my lack of exciting plans precluded any exhausting overnight bus trips, since I never sleep well on those. I had decided to drive to Sukothai, a historical site a little over an hour away, but relaxation won out when I woke up with a fever yesterday morning.

It is a truly bizarre experience to be living in Thailand and find yourself unable to get warm. I had to get one of the comforters out of storage. It is a bright blue which actually matches some of the pillowcases I had bought, and the design features a child’s version of the solar system complete with all the planets. I stayed in bed literally the entire day aside from necessary trips to the bathroom—which is more challenging than it sounds, because there are stairs, and you can see through the stairs, and part of my illness manifested in a touch of vertigo. I thought I was feeling better in the evening, until I ran downstairs to ask a valiant friend to bring me some items from the convenience store (yogurt, and grape juice). I tried to move back up the stairs too swiftly, nearly fainted, and had to sit at the bottom for a few moments and regain my composure.

When I woke briefly at 3 AM my fever had lifted, and things seemed promising for today aside from the killer stomach ache which seemed to have manifested in place of yesterday’s headache. I couldn’t decide where eating was a good idea or not, but I eventually went with yogurt and plain, room temperature noodles. When I said I hoped to lose weight in Thailand, this isn’t quite what I had in mind. Now it is afternoon again, and the stomach ache has receded for the moment…. only to make way for the return of headache and fever! Huzzah!

Hopefully I will fell better enough to give you a more exciting update soon.