Monday, June 29, 2009

notes from the conference - The Obliteration of Memory

I was at a conference about international development in Africa and Asia - a small one, almost insignificant one, and it surprisingly led me to insights about SG.

Met new friends too, which is always nice. And I shall change my blogging habits. Shall try to condense thoughts in a more readable fashion.

Alright. Was at the conference about urban planning and all, and heard a lot about what SG was doing. Took some field trips to cool places that I would want to go to!

Was at the Barrage, then realised that the old kite flying open space was gone. A childhood memory gone! Then it led me to think about the small estate near Kallang MRT that was gone too!

No wonder SG doens't have identity, because things change TOO fast! There is no inter-generation connection, where the old can say something, and the young can see it! My parents point to a patch of growth, and say its the kampung where the grew up in - I can't connect! There is something said about the need for some symbols, some manifestation of an idea or a memory that is so vital for linkages. But as things change so fast, memories become lost, and people can't attach themselves to a place when the place itself changes. No wonder there is no attachment to SG - no rootedness at all. How can a collective social memory emerge when there is nothing to based these memories on?

But I know that change is still required. Schools need to be destroyed relocated, or simply closed down. Facelifts and upgraded are still needed. But the centuries-old European cities? How did they do it?

I remember standing at the open space, where my primary school friends used to live in, had fun in. Its all gone now...

Saturday, June 20, 2009

my non-fascination with cities

I have books piled high on the left side of my desk. Correction. Notebooks and books. At the top of my pile there are 4 thick books that I got from the NUS library, and they are threatening to topple anytime. I don't really care.

The books that threaten to topple are all about cities and sustainability, and increasingly I ask myself why I am interested, maybe even interested in the topic of cities. Seriously I don't really know why. It happens to be one of those things that I got stuck on to, and since then, haven't really got it out of my system. I guess it started with architecture, with William McDonough and ecologically living, then this whole cradle-to-cradle thing, and now Heather tells me her work in it, and I'm stuck on to it even more, even though I can't find that impulse to be interested in it, or maybe its buried somewhere underneath all the negativity. Maybe that.

Its been a long time since I had some meaningful intellectual exchange about something I care about. I still care about the environment, its just that I realise that I can't really do anything about it as an undergrad doing sociology. The angles are much tougher, since the real hardcore things about the environment are about the hard facts, and the flows, and its difficult to just have words of theories and conceptualisation without some raw data. In that respect, I would have chosen to do geography - but that's out of the question, becomes my funda-funda-fundamental interest is still in how people handle their place in societies, how people know, and think stuff together - and that is still a place of word-ed discussion. There are still areas in communication theories, sociological theories where its all interesting for me. Which then reminds me that I need to learn programming, starting with IT1002 next semester. Getting back to the environment, I find it tiring to have to remind myself that I'm interested in cities, and 'sustainable' is becoming such a bad, bad, bad, overused word. I think I'll just use, green, or eco- cities next time. Sus-tain-a-ble is too much a mouthful. Green, eco, is better, conveys so much more meaning within a shorter space of speech.

I'm living a crazy undergrad life, taking modules all over the place, but I need to do it. Very few people share the same interest, and its difficult when even the same interest starts diverging and you realise that there are different roads to work on, but some roads are more important personally than other words.

My special sem hasn't began, but I'm tired already. Oh Lord, help me.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

not blogging as much...

I last posted on 13th June, according to blogger, and its 17th June already today. Currently I am occupied with... gaming :( , reading, and doing a lot more writing, and so the time allocated to online stuff is being drastically reduced. I haven't been twittering or updating on Facebook, so... already my online time is being reduced... not to mention the delicious bookmarking...

But before I go on an "online sabbatical"...

Results of faculty transfer appeal will only be out at the end of June or early July.

I have finished the photoshoots for the freshman booklet for USP.

After 3 weeks of bleeding and dripping, my wounds from downhill disaster at Ubin are nearing complete recovery except for the lingering scars, which can't really be helped.

In the last week, I've had a bit of sore throat, sneeze, cough, but I think I'm at the tail end of that irritation.

I'm happy for my friend who had the law interview yesterday.

The USP academic cluster/community development gig is barely starting.

I stalled for TED in USP.

... Thats about it for now.

Like I said, I'll be spending a lot of time offline, and in addition to writing, I will be learning a bit of programming, and praying and reading, and then some more writing and then praying again.

So yeap.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

A curious MRT train ride

Today I did a couple of things that might have been wrong.

I got fed up with MRT commuters that I deliberately pushed an oncoming MRT passenger. I felt his buay-songness as he shoved back.

I'm not feeling exactly proud of it now, but after-the-fact, I think about the fact that Singapore's social engineering isn't working in some of the areas it SHOULD work. Commuter courtesy is definitely something that leaves much to be desired.

I really shouldn't have pushed that oncoming innocent fella, but I was just so fed up that people don't know what to do, despite them being in the same situation as I have been many times.

Why can't people just understand that they need to step aside when people need to move out?

This line of thinking got me started on... the notion that Singapore is really a place where there are first-class infrastructure and maybe, third-world people. I know that phrase is a cliche but still, I can't help but think that the notion is quite spot on.

Which leads me once again, to the acknowledgment that there are many different Singapore(s) that there are sections of Singaporeans that live life very differently from that presented by the government. Which means there are rifts and gaps that need to be SEEN, and bridges need to be built. Some of these rifts are taboos, words spoken in private, but hardly in public... Things need to be seen as they are, not imagined to be, nor glossed over.

Some stray thoughts that jumped...

Education is the key to... courtesy? One could imagine comparing commuter behaviour between the rush hour traffic on weekday mornings, which compose of office executives... and the commuter behaviour during weekend rush periods. Different crowds, different behaviours, perhaps?

Because in the weekday rush hour, people do get out from trains at stations to let people alighting passengers exit. Whereas in the weekend evening rush hour... civility... ?

I am making some casual correlations, and observational studies might prove or disprove my correlations. And of course, the golden adage in all statistical studies: correlation is not causation. Anyhow, the observation of different behaviours might also be the result of entirely different reasons, reasons that are independent of education level or socio-economic status. Carefully designed social experiments might be able to tease the details out. But one wonders whether the appearance/inner gaze of the office suit and its behavioural entailments might figure in somewhere.

Next, I wonder about foreign workers, and thinking about their social integration... but thats an open-ended thought, which leads to nowhere, at least for now.

More importantly, I'm looking at the notion of different Singapore(s), because like I said earlier, I stood opposite someone who might be called an Ah Beng, who professed, in his conversations to his young brother, to aspire to be a gangleader, summoning man with the twitch of his finger. So somewhere along the lines, gangs have been romanticised, and the guy seems also to disregard his education, saying, 'whether i study or not, the results are still the same' which might seem to reflect nothing, until his young brother says he aspires to university and trash his elder brother in that area. Note also the coarse use of language.

The entire sequence on the train was rather... interesting. Fact that the supposed Ah Beng is still with his mum could mean that he is still at least, financially dependent on him, and that deep in his heart, he's still also a mother's boy who simply found alternative ways of social involvement (note: gangs) that might make his mother proud of him. But that might not be the case.

I mean, I don't know, actually. I wonder if its alright to say that these kids went 'wrong'. That might be politically, socially correct, but right/wrong statements are limiting. These statements merely 'state' things. Nothing changes. But if these people do commit socially destructive things - ie, hurting other people, hurting themselves, physically, emotionally... then... no one is better off, eh?

"Productive" is such an economic term, I avoid it. But one can't help but feel that something went wrong in their lives... some misguidedness.

Anyhow, this post is going nowhere.

I really wanted to talk about education, and how the parenting and social environment very much affects the individual's response to it.

I really wanted to talk too, about the kind of education that exists, and I think I finally get it! We receive an Administrative-ended education, an education system that really trains people to become administrators. Even university is not untouched by that attitude. Really smart people get training and amazing things do get done, but within a box, within a system. While that is really cool and all, the box exists.

But then, every education system is the same in that respect. People do become administrators, oversee, supervise, project management, plan... Very, very few visionaries. They are rare, hence highly sought after, anyhow. Hmm... something to mull about. Singapore has smart people. A lot of them. And there are mindblowing things being done. But... but... something is missing, eh?

Shall blog about these things another time, another space.

Friday, June 12, 2009

epistemic hunger

There's something that I've been trying to figure out for a while now, and I the only term that I've been trying to wrap around it is something called 'Epistemic Hunger'.

Epistemic refers to "knowledge" and "Epistemic Hunger" is simply the hunger for knowledge. And nope, this isn't simply about curiosity or inquisitiveness.

Although unsubstantiated, I would like to believe that every person has an epistemic hunger that requires fulfillment - hence the explosion of mobile media. People want to know the things that are happening around them and in the world, and I think part of that might explain the popularity of facebook and twitter, and people log on to these services to find out what others are doing, thinking. That part, the utilisation of social media and mobile devices - that corresponds to a social epistemic hunger that we have about the people around us.


Then there is the other kind of epistemic hunger, one which is satiated by the daily consumption of information from the news outlets.I would like to think that NYTimes succeeds in this epistemic hunger rather well especially on its online resource, since NYTimes is able to connect news consumers to a wider network of information that is already out there. They have amazing graphics, and every article is linked to that wider background, not to mention the ecosystem of blogs by journalists who report back on the relevant news.

And NYTimes too, is moving towards a social model of news consumption, in getting readers to participate in rating the 'goodness' of news through user-driven recommendations. The entire setup is rather sophisticated, but it is a model that all news providers could strive towards to.

That said now, I'm turning to a more generalised view of knowledge networks, one that is driven entirely by the individual, where the user is able to develop their own Web of Knowledge in the process of satiating their own epistemic hunger.

This is going to be a long, long project...

Sunday, June 07, 2009

why i love NYTimes and why Singapore media... well... frankly, it sucks...

I love the NYTimes. And I can't say the same thing for the SG media.

You go to the NYTimes website, the website is cleanly designed, there's a lot of exciting news, but more than that, there's an intellectual depth to the NYTimes , where the journalists are producing top quality news stories of their own, especially blogs such as Green Dot... and others... http://www.nytimes.com/ref/topnews/blog-index.html

This is in contrast to the ST blogs, where the journalists are just giving their opinions on certain items of popular culture. http://blogs.straitstimes.com

There's no... gravitas? There's no intelligent arbitrating of information for the intelligent reader. Going in this direction of thought, it seems to reflect as much about SG readers as much as it does about SG media.

Thursday, June 04, 2009

literary stuff

sometimes i do a bit of mental exercise and do a bit of extra writing...

A group of young people - 5 of them, are throwing frisbee by the beach. They don't throw very well, and the frisbee keeps dropping into the sea. An amused passer-by looks at them, and wonders what was so fun about throwing the disc around. He hears the laughter, sees the sand that flys off the frisbee as it spins. There's a tall guy who throws alright, a stocky guy who throws weird throws.

Another guy joins them, wearing a white polo t-shirt. He's handsome, and three more girls, all pretty, not quite proficient with the disc, but still having fun. One of them lays on the mat, having played a bit, but got tired. Another girl, wearing a red sleeveless shirt, and another girl, wearing a brown sleeveless shirt. They were playing frisbee but now they lay on mats, sunbathing, the light rays washing over their bare, fair skins. The iPod lies in its speaker-cradle, from where soft rock complements the mood of sunbathing.

The tall guy sits on a rock, writing, the other two guys off to explore the beach with their cameras. He has taken off his shirt, and reveals his sunburnt shoulders and the outlines of his shirt. He should have applied sunblock, but he doesn't care.

It's June 2009, and I'm the tall guy sitting on the stone, writing on the beach. It's a splendid June day, with nothing but fun right now.