(1) Several weekends ago we went heartlanding in Potong Pasir. Potong Pasir looks like it was stuck in a time warp twenty years ago. They still have the old provision shops and kiddy machines and playgrounds of metal contraptions (rather than plastic and foam) and unpainted HDB facades. Toa Payoh, across the expressway, is all shiny and new and has gardens and benches and residents' corners. The sign says "Welcome to Toa Payoh Vista".
(The only people who will go heartlanding are those who do not, for one reason or another and despite their protests to the contrary, see themselves as part of the heartland.)
(2) I took my driving test - and crashed into every possible thing there was to crash into. I mean kerbs and poles, not people and cars. The funny thing was, I crashed into everything with perfect equanimity, feeling sorry only for the tester - something disastrous always does happen when I do anything which requires any degree of physical coordination and grace - and rather glad that at least I didn't kill anyone. I should give up driving, except that everyone needs one thing in their lives to reach out for and test their faith against.
(3) Yesterday I saw "Imelda". I'm not sure what to make of the documentary, or Imelda Marcos. The director, Ramona Diaz, gave her plenty of rope to hang herself with, and she (Imelda Marcos) availed herself of it. And perhaps it's true that she believes in beauty as a political principle (she says in the film that beauty is love made real, which says more about her marriage to Ferdinand Marcos than her politics). Perhaps she really does believe that she and her husband did good for the country. Perhaps she really didn't know her husband was systematically robbing the country's treasury. It's possible. It's an unobstrusive documentary - Imelda Marcos carries the story - in the way that a Michael Moore documentary (I'm thinking of Fahrenheit 9/11) is as much about Michael Moore as whatever the documentary's about. But I'd like to have seen more of her relationship with her husband. She had some political positions of her own - Minister of National Settlements (I think; can't remember), Governor of Metropolitan Manila - but far more political influence than her positions warranted. Ferdinand Marcos sent his Catholic wife to Libya to persuade Gaddafi not to send arms to the Muslim separatists in the Philippine South. She couldn't have managed that just by being pretty. She campaigned for him - the first time a political wife did so (the others had been content with keeping house). She made herself out to be a poor girl from the countryside made good, but she came from one of the powerful political families. I'd like to have seen more of the political machinations of the time. More of the Marcos dictatorship. What did they do? Besides build convention centres and cultural centres and other buildings (an opposition member said she had an "edifice complex").
(4) Have been reading bits of the New Yorker these last few days - Thurber letters/short stories, a compilation of "Talk of the Town" pieces I found in the library, Dorothy Parker book reviews from the 1920s/30s, the most recent copy - not the most impressive or up-to-date specimens of the New Yorker - but all this is to say, do you think we could do something like this in Singapore? Not to reproduce the New Yorker, exactly, but to come up with something irreverent and humorous and open to experiment while at the same time with impeccable writing and solid research? Something that reads like a conversation with a good friend. Could be about anything at all - a magazine with an inordinate curiosity about the world - and what would hold the magazine together would be consistently good writing and a sense of humour. Not that everything needs to be funny - a magazine that took its writing seriously but where the writers didn't take themselves too seriously and could laugh at themselves. Oh and we could have decent book/movie/music reviews too. By writers that enjoy good and trashy music (books etc.) both but can tell the difference. What do you think? Would you want to write for something like this?