I was emailed a really interesting question about fundraising in the wake of large disasters, and wondered, in addition to my own response, what you all might have in the way of advice.
As I jaunted about town (town currently being Singapore) today by taxi, bumboat, escalator, staircase and metro, enjoying restaurant, museum, statue, skyscraper and crowds, I found myself musing on a general theory of tourism. The way I see it, all tourism can be reduced to six categories.
I’m sitting outside the large, covered bird park in the Lake Gardens just north of Le Meridian hotel. I’m sitting, waiting for the rain to run out so that I can see the world’s largest aviary, something it will be difficult to do with water in my eyes.
When you’re bitten by a mosquito in Singapore, you ought to worry about dengue. This is what the local newspaper has told me. This, I think, is the least of my worries.
At breakfast today, I noticed a fellow with impeccable posture. Posture isn’t something you notice often, except in its lack, or in excess. Like, across from me right now there’s a guy working on a laptop whose posture makes him seem far more like anorangutan than I think he’d like to know.
Today, Susie and I went early to the Batu caves. They’re just outside of KL, to the north, still well within the urban sprawl. In the side of tall limestone cliffs, there are several caves, though we visited just the main one. It was adapted long ago to be a Hindu Temple, and is called Temple or Cathedral Cave.
Anyone who believes that “all Asians look alike” should be sent to Kuala Lumpur immediately for corrective conditioning. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a disparate, jarringly diverse group of people in my life. It’s like a game of “Memory”—every passerby is a new card being flipped over, and you’re left to wonder, “Have I ever seen someone like you before?”
We flew on Japan Airlines, and boy, whoever is in charge of Japanese stereotypes, well, they ought to get a raise—they delivered absolutely to our expectations.
By the time you read this, I will be gone. You know, for a few days. Then I’ll return. Singapore and Malaysia travel tips are gladly accepted in the comments.
I wrote a few days ago about my friends who weren’t going to donate to Katrina victims, and why. Several things have happened since then: a newspaper article, a radio interview opportunity, and other voices weighing in.
Susie and I have rented a place. It’s between Burrard and Granville bridges, on 1st street. It’s a nice place: quiet, safe, third floor with balcony. We were told several times that it was 1200 square feet. Today, by email, the real estate agent handling the rental told us that it was in fact only 900 square feet. What do we do now?
I’ve decided to be a friendly neighbour. This building I live in, The Palladio, is probably one of the least friendly buildings I’ve lived in. So I’ve made it my mission to say Hello and start a genuine conversation with everyone I see here. What’s that expression about being the change you wish to see?
I took a bit of a plunge and did a model shoot with a friend, Mandy, just last weekend. I had a great time, and I’m now looking for another subject to direct my lens upon. If you’d like to spend an hour or two with me, and get a very large number of pictures, a few of which might be quite good, please let me know.
I had a disturbing conversation with several friends this weekend over breakfast. Basically, they said they didn’t think Canadians ought to donate to the rescue efforts for Hurricane Katrina. They’re mostly Canadian, one’s British. I’m a dual citizen. Here’s some of their reasoning, and my responses.
I subscribe to a mailing list called Online-News. On it, a fellow posted his list of top ten reasons why he still reads the newspaper. I posted this as my reply.
“Almost every American I know does trade large portions of his life for entertainment, hour by weeknight hour, binge by Saturday binge, Facebook check by Facebook check. I’m one of them. In the course of writing this I’ve watched all 13 episodes of House of Cards and who knows how many more West Wing episodes, and I’ve spent any number of blurred hours falling down internet rabbit holes. All instead of reading, or writing, or working, or spending real time with people I love.”
“Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.”
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