Monday, October 30, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
After The Play, Comes The Work
Saturday, October 28, 2006
In Praise of the Local Lingo
But let’s be honest as well. Many of his podcasts are hilariously funny, tinged with sartorial wit, and before coming here, I had some nice moments back in the office listening to them along with my colleagues. The quality of his output can vary, with some definitely more pedestrian, but among my favourites are this, this and this.
It’s been fun downloading his podcasts here in London. They remind me, just for a while, of home, and of how people speak at home. And by that, I mean Singlish, of course, which is used liberally throughout the mrbrown show segments. Often, I think the humour, even if it may be slapstick in nature, is achieved mainly through the use of Singlish. And that’s why so many of us enjoy them, because it presents settings and situations to us that we can readily identify with.
I was reminded last night of the bonding effects Singlish has, when I gathered in the Singapore Doctor’s room with two others – one from Singapore and the other from Malaysia – for an extended evening of gentlemanly conversation. Or, to put it more precisely, we had a long talk cock session.
We chatted about various issues – about the pressures we’re facing in school, about the plans we had for the year-end break, about what brought us to London for studies. There was wine and whisky and cheese and crackers. But we chatted exclusively in Singlish – well, Malaysians are equally adept at speaking Singlish – which made the evening all the more comfortable.
For me, at least, it was this use of Singlish that allowed us to relate to each other immediately, enabling us to hit the right nuance, to grasp at the exact connotation, without having to resort to any linguistic exertion. I felt entirely at ease in my identity as someone from Singapore, and happy to be with others from home, who were able to understand me equally easily. And so, there were very few barriers between us. If we had spoken in standard English, it just wouldn't have been natural. Instead, it would have been downright weird.
I know what the official government arguments against Singlish are – that we must make ourselves intelligible to the rest of the world, that many of us are not able to distinguish Singlish from proper English, that English represents the key to success, and so forth. These are valid points.
And indeed, I do realize that the four of us gathered there last evening are fortunate in being able to code switch effortlessly when dealing with non-Singlish speakers, where we revert to standard English. This blog post, too, is composed in standard English, not Singlish. Generally, being in London, we have no problems with communication at all. And we know not everyone might be similarly equipped.
But far beyond its obvious functional and utilitarian purposes, whether here or back home, Singlish serves as a strong marker of identity which distinguishes us from other people in other countries. It confers a sense of who we are and where we’ve come from. It’s not so much that we should celebrate Singlish, or even venerate it. Rather, we should recognize that Singlish represents one of the few organic attributes that makes us Singaporean. It is a living verbal language that symbolizes the people we are.
This isn’t an entirely fresh or new insight. And my aim here isn’t to launch into some sustained defence of Singlish. State sanction against Singlish will persist, and perhaps rightly so. Yet, I think that so long as there are Singaporeans around, I have no concern that Singlish will not continue to flourish. Meanwhile, I'll continue to speak Singlish whenever I'm with other Singaporeans. It's an eminently natural thing to do.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
I Can't Wait For Sunday
Took some time out in the middle of the day, however, to head out for a run with two Singapore ladies from across the road. Goodenough College actually comprises a few units, including two permanent halls of residence. I’m in London House, while there’s also the William Goodenough House – where the two of them are – located a short walk away, with a nice garden separating both Houses.
Perhaps it’s just typical of Singaporeans that we were chatting about food even as we were running. We ended with one of them issuing a invite to me for a home-made laksa dinner on Sunday that a few of them were planning. I said yes in an instant. Laksa’s one of my favourite dishes from home. I can’t wait.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
What Is To Be Done?
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Unmistakably Miró
These were among the many paintings by noted Catalan artist Joan Miró which I managed to view in Barcelona over the weekend. They're really appealing, aren't they? I've always liked Miró's works, and the trip to gave me the perfect opportunity to tour the Fundació Joan Miró, a gallery and institution dedicated to his works, located in a nice hilly area overlooking the city centre.
It was only in his later years that Miró formed an increasingly personalized style, moving more and more into surrealism and abstraction, as typified by the three examples at the top of this post. To me, this developmental process was similar to what his near contemporary from the Netherlands Piet Mondrian went through. But whereas Mondrian located art in the form of straight black lines at right angles, Miró's style was much more expressive and free flowing, although both displayed a penchant for using bright primary colours.
In Miró's art, you typically see a bland single-tone background, with no depth and no sense of perspective. There are certain recurrent elements, such as representations of birds, insects, faces and even individual letters, all rendered with a whimsical, almost childlike playfulness. But they all stemmed from the hands of a true master - someone able to translate visually a dreamlike world we can only imagine. And with rare exceptions, the sense you get from is works is that of charm, innocence and fun.
In his later years, Miró experimented with other media, such as sculpture and textile-making, examples of which were also displayed at the museum. I certainly enjoyed myself thoroughly, so let me end with two more examples of his works - or what I'd call "Paintings I'd like to hang in my bathroom if I were rich enough":
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Barcelona!
I left London early on Friday for an easyJet flight departing from Stansted airport. This is one of those budget airlines that now dominates short-haul flights to Europe. It's pretty okay, the long lines at the check-in counters notwithstanding. But the passenger screening process at Stansted was extremely tedious, with all the new security arrangements in place. I was glad when the plane finally touched down in Barcelona. Fortunately for me, this wasn't my first visit to the city, and it was quite easy getting around. Barcelona's a really modern, well-developed and tourist-friendly destination, and one hardly feels any sense of culture shock getting around.
The actual wedding ceremony was held the following morning at the Basilica de Santa Maria del Mar, an amazing Catalan Gothic structure located in the middle of Barcelona's Old Town. The interior was rather sparse and austere, except for panels of resplendent stained glass works, but that added to the rather hallowed atmosphere.
The wedding mass was pretty novel. Because the bride was Spanish, the groom German, and with quite a few of the guests from the UK, the ceremony was conducted - amazingly - in three languages. I believe the priest spoke mostly in Catalan. At least, I think it was Catalan, and not Castilian Spanish; I can't tell between the two. At times, the priest branched out into the other languages. The groom's sister delivered a reading from the Bible in German. Other readings were done in Catalan. Most interestingly of all, when it came to the actual wedding vows, the groom said his in German, while the bride did hers in Catalan.
It was very inclusive, and I'm sure all went well, and this was the sight we all beheld as they walked out of the church at the conclusion to the event.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
This Is Not A Food Blog
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
At Midweek
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
I Think I'm Gonna Be In Deep Shit
Sunday, October 15, 2006
My Running Soundtrack
- Coldplay - Politik
- Coldplay - The Scientist
- Coldplay - Clocks
- U2 - Pride
- U2 - Where the Streets Have No Name
- U2 - One
- U2 - All That You Can't Leave Behind
- Dave Matthews: Grey Street
- Dave Matthews: Crash
- Dave Matthews: Bartender
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Winchester and Beer
Friday, October 13, 2006
Three Cantatas and an Opera
How Terrorism Ends
- The decapitation of the top terrorist leadership
- The failure of the terrorists to pass on the underlying ideology to the next generation
- The attainment of the cause
- Negotiations with the government
- Loss of popular support by the terrorists
- The use of military force against the terrorists
- Transition from terrorism to other aims
I took no issue with many of her arguments, but I felt she wasn't very convincing over some key points. For instance, in applying the first formula on Al-Qaeda, Dr Cronin criticised the apparent obsessive focus on capturing and killing Osama bin Laden. His death, she stressed, would not end Al-Qaeda terrorism.
So far so good. Everyone nodded in agreement. No one can dispute that. But it was interesting how she chose to use the passive voice in presenting this view. Because what I felt she did was merely to conjure up a false phantom. I can't recall any serious political leader, certainly not President Bush, who is on record arguing that by the death of Osama bin Laden would rid the world of Al-Qaeda terrorism. Of course there are good reasons to focus on killing him - both symbolic and substantive reasons. And of course it makes for good media airtime and copy to personalise the struggle. I may stand corrected on this point. But it's a pretty safe bet that no notable political figure has actually asserted publicly that the decapitation strategy would serve to end terrorism as we know it. And therefore it was rather unproductive of Dr Cronin to have criticized that viewpoint.
She also acknowledged that the Al-Qaeda had many regional affiliates, and that the network could be weakened if governments focused attention on dealing with those groups at the local level, many of which held separate nationalist-political objectives. But the only example she could cite was the case in Morocco. Applying her tenet to Southeast Asia, I wonder how Jemaah Islamiyah could ever be classified as a nationalist group, with negotiable aspirations. For their vision of a Daulah Islamiyah Nusantara stretching across much of the regions is maximalist in nature, just as Al-Qaeda's notion of a reconstituted global caliphate is. There is, undoubtedly, no easy solution. Except that I don't think what Dr Cronin proposed was tenable at all.
I got the sense as well that Dr Cronin was seeking to draw too many parallels between the Al-Qaeda terrorist threat of today with the disparate and diverse forms of terrorism yesterday. To be sure, policy makers need to open themselves up to competing perspectives, before deciding on the course to take. Indeed, we should learn from history. But by focusing so much on what has happened in the past, we run the risk of being blinded to the unique danger that Al-Qaeda presents - an unprecedented global threat that is deeply ideological in nature, sophisticated in method, catastrophic in outcome, and sustained in duration. Techniques of old may not necessarily work right now.
I'm just getting this off my chest now because I don't think I was in a good position to speak up yesterday. The event wasn't really interactive in nature. I think both the chair and the audience preferred that only questions were posed, without any pontificating, although quite a few did manage to sneak in comments disguised as questions. But generally, it's a good rule or norm - one that I would endorse, except that it constrained me from challenging the speaker's assertions openly. Heh.
The talk next week also focuses on terrorism. A professor from Georgetown University is coming to speak on "The Preventive Paradigm in US Counterterrorism Policy: Why It Has Made Us Less Safe and Less Free" Let's see how that goes. From what I've observed so far of the questions yesterday, it's a mostly left-wing and liberal crowd here at UCL, one which is critical of the current administration in Washington. Therefore, I don't expect his talk to go down negatively.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Readings
Monday, October 09, 2006
Into Regent's Park
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Another Sunday
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Friendships Old and New
Friday, October 06, 2006
Perspectives on Leadership
Major-General Andrew Ritchie is the newly appointed Director of the Goodenough College. Last evening, as part of a series of activities for Welcome Week, he delivered the inaugural Port Talk, speaking on "Perspectives on Leadership". It drew a capacity crowd, with most - myself included - having just come from enjoying the first Dining In night at the College. No one turns down a free meal.
I had broadly understood the concept of after dinner seminars, but had also been wondering what Port Talks could mean. Yet it was a no-brainer, really. Plenty of port was served. The only thing missing was some good cheese.
The General was able to draw upon his vast and long experience in the British Army. With a very approachable manner, he shared many anecdotes and stories, but he sought also to present what he considered were the five key principles of leadership:
- Integrity
- Loyalty
- Humanity
- Communication
- A Sense of Fun
I enjoyed the talk thoroughly. To illustrate these principles, Gen. Ritchie brought up many examples from his military background. The five qualities he cited are certainly worth emulating, on both an abstract and a practical level.
But I think what's difficult is how one then interprets and translates these principles into reality, applying them across different contexts. Take loyalty, for instance. What does that mean? Loyalty to whom?
I am reminded of this scene from Yes, Minister, one of my all-time favourite classic British comedies. In the episode A Question of Loyalty, the Minister Jim Hacker is caught - as he always is - between the civil service department which he leads, and the political Cabinet, to which he also belongs. In short, evidence of civil service waste has surfaced. A parliamentary select committee's breathing down his neck. Should Hacker defend his department? Or should he take a more contrarian approach? You can get a brief synopsis of the episode here.
Midway through the episode, Hacker is summoned to Downing Street, where he meets Sir Mark Spencer, special advisor to the Prime Minister. They discussed the concerns raised by the Select Committee. What course of action should I take, Hacker wonders. Spencer replied that the answer was obvious. "There's only one course open to you. Absolute loyalty."
Hacker agrees immediately. On the surface, it seems an easy principle to agree with, a platitude, almost. But then he freezes. "Who to?"
"That's your decision," Spencer responds tersely.
And therein lies the problem. Loyalty to whom? We all have multiple roles and identities. When we're faced with a problem in the office, perhaps even an ethical issue, it's easy to proclaim the need for loyalty. But does that mean loyalty to oneself? Loyalty to one's family? Loyalty to one's department? Loyalty to one's superior? Loyalty to the political leadership? Loyalty to the public interest? It's never an easy decision. Perhaps, a true leader is one who'd be able to make the correct judgement.