Saturday, January 7, 2012

You'll have to excuse me...

I've been on somewhat of a hiatus, made it to Singapore, discovered that the pen was mightier than the blog, and have been slicing up pages in my journal in an attempt to qualify the thoughts and feelings I am experiencing on my travels. On paper. Period.

Now I am in Bali. There is a frog behind me making a hilarious noise.

To wrap up Singapore, I spent some time, as in Malaysia, trying to figure it out. Crack the Singapore Theatre Code so to speak. I wasn't getting close before I left, it's something best left in the can't-be-arsed-yet pile. It's clean, bureaucratic, hospitable, and faceless. How's that. Don't tell me the shopping is great and that the people are Singapore Girl friendly. Fuck that, desert ANY popular top-ten-things-to-do-in-Singapore-list if you can help it, get lost, and avoid the malls. Go to SAM, great art gallery. Avoid Wicked, because I saw it in Sydney and I doubt it got better (and perhaps it got worse).

I managed to catch up with Toi Whakaari alum Toby Papazoglou while I was there, currently teaching at Lasalle College of Arts . We had a great chat about identity, expats, the 'scene', the work, the lack-of-work, the plethora-of-work, Kiwis, Greeks, Singaporians, and architecture. To name a few. It was great to hear his thoughts on the place, why he lives there, why he works there, the potential, the culture, the shift that is happening because of the work he is doing.

I've managed to clarify many thoughts in my book, it would be a crime to regurgitate it for the purposes of this blog. Look, buy me a drink and I'll fill you in, in person.

Now, back to Bali. Tonight I went to a performance, I'll fill you in tomorrow when it's ordered. Currently, thoughts are...
- Pentatonic scale
- Syncopation
- Balinese and English
- Trance and 'Trance'
- Teeth and facial hair
- Animal mask
- Commercial/Tourist market
- Ensemble and collective breath
- Flash photography
- Bells
- Monkeys

It is a beautiful night in Penestanan, the frogs are chirping in harmony with the geckos. Stillness.

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