A fitter, newer DC
It's scary when spam mail comes to you with your name on it. Obviously it's generated by some stupid computer programme which is pretending to know you. Reminds me of the scene in Minority Report when various advertisments speak to the passerby directly. Don't pretend to know me. Don't pretend to know my name.

Fragments of a dream
Had a dream and not sure how it went, but it ended with Vaya putting on a disc that was playing either a Sarah McLachlan, Michelle Shocked or Suzanne Vega tune that I had heard before. Even my dreams have special guest stars.

Souvenir of the Ancient World

Clara strolled in the garden with the children.
The sky was green over the grass,
the water was golden under the bridges,
other elements were blue and rose and orange,
a policeman smiled, bicycles passed,
a girl stepped onto the lawn to catch a bird,
the whole world—Germany, China—
   All was quiet around Clara.

The children looked at the sky: it was not forbidden.
Mouth, nose, eyes were open. There was no danger.
What Clara feared were the flu, the heat, the insects.
Clara feared missing the eleven o'clock trolley,
waiting for letters slow to arrive,
not always being able to wear a new dress. But
   she strolled in the garden, in the morning!

They had gardens, they had mornings in those days!
  - Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Again?
Somebody from the NY Post read my SDU article and asked me to do a Sex in Singapore article. Well it's the NY Post, and you don't turn down a job like that! The rate isn't that hot but would be great for my resume, and do I have anything better to do? NOPE.

What Bohemia?
Can't believe they're calling Holland Village and Siglap Bohemian. These places are yuppie enclaves. Bohemia would be something like East Village in NYC or Telegraph Street in Berkeley. You don't see Starbucks or some other coffee joint around every corner.