The Language of Water

The Botanic Gardens in Singapore.

The quiet language of running water.

Perilous existence

The cumulative evidence that we originated from one small location in Africa, and from one mother, is persuasive. How precarious was our early history is portrayed well in the animation "Journey of Mankind - The Peopling of the World" from the Bradshaw Foundation. It is a slow meditation to offer while pondering the slaughter and suffering that is everywhere. Mumbai, the once great Caliphate of Baghdad, Darfur, the list rolls on and on. How that ancestral mother must weep.

(Site found on the blog of the Canadian Cartographic Association).

The sun globe

Each morning I pass this globe, and each morning I think of how deeply the sun is buried in our unconscious, how many times we watched the sun set to leave us alone with our fears and rise to give new hope.

Air conditioning

Monday was the coolest day so far. A long rolling thunderstorm for an hour at 04:30, some rain and then grey skies. Wonderful. The pity was it was a workday!
The energy expended in air conditioning here must be enormous, and you can't help thinking that a different style of building, rather than a tranposition of Western glass and steel, would both give Singapore a unique architectural fingerprint, and save energy. Smaller deeply recessed windows, natural heat exchangers perhaps? Given a free hand and deep pockets, I'm sure architects would relish the challenge. Instead, system building, functional rather than beautiful, built to the lowest cost. Stores everywhere, big and small, with open doors pouring expensively chilled air onto the pavements.

And then there is China to come.

Orchids

Strange flowers, landing platforms for insects, small faces almost. And, so many. A hint of scent mid-morning, but I suspect that it would be much stronger late evening. At this latitude (1 deg N) there is no twilight as I know it in England, more like switching off the light.

When it rains, it rains!

It doesn't rain by half-measures in Singapore: twice a day I walk by what looks like a canal with no water in it. But when it rains, as it did this morning in the botanical gardens, it rains hard, and you realise the canal is really a storm drain. Within minutes it becomes a fast torrent of red muddy water (this picture was taken on a "dry" day - I have other priorities when it is pouring down). One day!

An upgrade too far

I have long felt that you should leave your computer alone once you are comfortable with it, and not be forever upgrading. I try to use Linux (as the Ubuntu distribution) wherever possible, but still need Microsoft Windows occasionally, and so have a dual-boot laptop. Security upgrades I install, be they from Microsoft, AntiVir or ZoneAlarm. After the last upgrade for ZoneAlarm, the disc drive is now accessed very few seconds in two quick "chirps", annoying and distracting. Shutting down ZoneAlarm returns me to blissful silence and as I live behind a router and have AntiVir running, I think I can safely live without ZoneAlarm. So, goodbye ZA, your last upgrade was too much.

Of course it is all much simpler under Linux ;-)

I noted in today's FT that the EU will likely rule next week that Microsoft has failed to comply with the antitrust decision that led to a record fine of 497 million euros in 2004. They now face fines of up to $5.5 million per day.

If you must use Microsoft at least switch from IE to Firefox or Opera.

Manga

Singapore's Kinokuniya with 500,000 volumes is said to be one of SE Asia's largest bookshops: not surprisingly, it has a large selection of Japanese books, including Manga and graphic novels. Manga is highly developed in Japan, and is spreading west. Blackwells in London now has a manga section.
I came across the first two volumes of Buddha by Osamu Tezuka ("the godfather of Japanese graphic art"). There are eight volumes in total, all in print as far as I can tell. Not scholarly works, nor making claim to historical accuracy, they are nonetheless a compelling read and cover the essence of Buddhist teachings well as best I can tell. A good introduction for young and old alike.

Now to read the other six volumes!

Essentials

Moving into a new place means buying some essentials. By chance there is a large Japanese department store in Singapore, Takeshimaya, and even better, June is a Sale month. So along with bed-linen and tatami mat, I bought two bowls and a small tea pot. Simple, functional, and while not Sen no Rikyu pieces, not unattractive. The tea pot and small bowls are for Sencha. What more do I need.

The camera is unforgiving, and I just did not "see" the reflected window in the bowls. Interesting how much filtering the brain does. You see what you expect to see, not what is "there".

Torpor

The humidity is getting to me: it is the cloying dampness, paper that feels twice its normal weight, air that does not move, clothes that do not dry. Of course there is air conditioning, but welcome though it is, it is a solution of last resort. Some days are better than others, a thunderstorm helps.

The picture is the conical structure on Orchard Road known as Wheelock place. Taken at night, looking upwards, it is very different to the day. Indra's net perhaps?

Now to sort out a new wireless router whose default settings are devoid of any security - open to the world.

Added later: set a 128 bit WEP key, not impossible to crack, but better than nothing!

Passing thoughts

From today's FT: shares in VeraSun Energy Corporation, the second largest ethanol producer in the US, soared by 30% on their listing in New York. Shares in ADM, the largest US ethanol producer have risen by 85% in the past year.

Are we collectively mad? The idea of using cultivatable land to produce fuel for cars makes no sense - morally, scientifically or economically. Even if those without food were fed, it would still make no sense.

An hour in one of SingTel's shops tonight, and I will have a phoneline, broadband access and a number in a week's time. I move at the weekend.

Reverend Master Mugo of Moving Mountains is also moving: my thoughts are with you.

Hot?

They laughed kindly when I said I thought it was hot!
An excuse for a green tea ice on the way back.

Standards

The British three-pin plug, big and bulky for travelling, impossible to pack, is alive and well in Singapore. But there is always an upside - I bought a small adaptor block with the three-pin monster on the cable and European and US / Japanese sockets on the short block. This is will be very useful for my motley collection of non-UK devices. I now don't need a tree of adaptors hanging from the nearest socket (in hotels, always too few and inaccessible). The Japanese are masters of such things, and I treasure a laptop power supply from the railway arches of Akihabara, at least half the size of the official one, with pins that fold flat into a recess in the body. That and my "Road Warrior" plug and I am ready to travel!

No room for error

I watched this ship coming very, very slowly into the already occupied harbour: when very close to the point of no return, it began to slowly rotate on the spot and edge into the berth — sideways. No white churning water, just power applied carefully and at the right spots. I thought of the officers in charge, watching their instruments, absolutely no room for error. And yet mistakes are part of being human. Why mention this at all?

Momentum is mass times velocity: a slowly turning ship has very low velocity but enormous mass, so the momentum is very high and will destroy anything in its path. Likewise, listen or not, my true Nature works within me, cares naught for my thoughts and is unstoppable. Sometimes I don't listen and get in the way.

70 Cents of Bliss!

This has been quite a week. Leaving for Singapore's Changi last week on a 22:25 flight from Heathrow, I wondered what I was doing. One week on I still wonder when I wake up at odd hours, but the week has gone very well. The first apartment is back on the agenda again, and will now be painted and cleaned up this week. Servicing the air-conditioning every four months is one of the conditions of tenancy – step outside and you know why. I move in next weekend.

This weekend I caught up on some sleep, and wandered about a bit. Inevitably I was drawn to the electronics quarter, Sim Lim Square, but escaped relatively unscathed, just a cheap headset to use with Google Talk and a replacement disc drive for my laptop as the existing drive is "ticking" loudly as the heads park. The toys get more exotic as you go upwards, regular stuff on the ground floor, spy cameras and hidden microphones higher up, until at the top, the PC graveyard and everything you might want customised! Repairs, over-clocked PCs - water cooled with glowing cases, 19"-racked blade-servers, build-to-order, you name it, they do it. People cradling their dead PC cases waiting to see the doctor - there must be a place for that in the UK.

From there to Little India. In the Tekka Centre market wandering with the very colorful crowds amongst the food vendors, I discovered Ginger Tea. If I have an award for the week, it must be that, Ginger Tea - and only 70 cents. I thought I had mis-heard!! Nothing in this world is 70 cents. Now I can die!

And the flowers!

I do believe Singapore might get under my skin!

Bad for your health?

I read the FT, not because I have money and need to know about "hedge funds" and off-shore "instruments", but because I find the cynicism of much of the "red-top" and broadsheet press cruel and destructive, inflammatory comment rather than serious analysis. Most people remain, in my experience, decent and generous, as they always have been, yet journalists would have it otherwise. From supposedly sinister criminal immigrants carelessly released from prison, to knife-toting lads on every corner, you yearn for a sense of perspective. Some calm remains - Polly Toynbee is always worth reading: her article in today's Guradian on-line deals with this very issue. Simon Hoggart, Polly Toynbee and "The Northerner", are all I can read in the Guardian these days.

The FT here has, as you might expect, an Asian slant - and the weather map looks unfamiliar. It's also $3.50! I take it with my morning doppio macchiato as the world streams by. Then I join it.

Wednesday, I think.

They don't hang around here! Work permit collected, bank account opened, metro-card bought and loaded, twelve apartments visited, one selected, lease being drawn-up, two candidates interviewed for my new team. I think it is only Wednesday! The jet-lag is fading and I feel almost human today. A vegetarian Indian restaurant is nearby which I suspect will become a regular haunt. Hot and humid, what did I expect!

Update: took another look at the apartment before signing, and noticed a lot that would need attention. Decided to hold off, and revisit some, now having a better idea of what to look for.

Where did the day go?

Left at dusk, arrived at dusk. Likely to be a busy week.

Airport Training

Airports are good places for training and trying to hold on to that still centre. Indeed you have little choice. I have never enjoyed the departure process, and the thought of the future Airbus 380 with two decks fills me with dread. As Singapore Airlines takes delivery later this year, it is possible that I will put this foreboding to the test. Everything about airports seems designed to induce stress, an extreme version of a consumer culture distilled into a small space, devoid of anything calming and natural. Amsterdam's Schiphol has a meditation centre, and I'm sure many would welcome similar quiet oases, no talking, no mobile phones, peaceful lighting, calm. A friend used to find obscure stair wells in distant parts of the airport, and sit on the steps, but these days you are as likely to be cautioned or worse. So, I will make my own calmness.

It has been a graceful ending to the week, most things "resolved" (fine word). What isn't can wait. Bag packed, checked-in on-line, laptop backed-up, keys disbursed, taxi ordered.

Many small things have helped this journey, most unremarked. That includes several blogs whose authors have a lightness of touch I have yet to achieve. "Teaching without teaching". I thank you all.

If there are mountains, I look at mountains;
On rainy days I listen to the rain.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter.
Tomorrow too will be good.
Tonight too is good.

Yama areba yama o miru
ame no hi ame o kiku
haru natsu aki fuyu
ashita mo yoroshi
yūbe mo yoroshi

From "Mountain Tasting" Haiku by Santoka Taneda, translated by John Stevens, Weatherhill

Almost done!

Hopefully the last trip to the recycling centre today. Running down the food, cut back sharply on caffeine. Leaving Saturday night, arriving 24 hrs later. Start Monday 08:30!
Not much time for posting, but I noticed the following in yesterday's FT.

"The two companies fined a record £13.5m for safety breaches in the fatal Hatfield rail crash have received £21m from the government to cover legal costs".

The figures were released under the relatively new Freedom of Information Act that we now have in the UK.