Good to hear from you Aven. It's always concerning when the silence drags on.
Thought of you and others through that heat, the
numerous waves of it. Ironically, here on the equator we've had a great run of
mildness, brilliant weather, only just now beginning to slowly stoke up post
CNY, as usual they reckon. For me a fairly productive period as a consequence,
going pretty much flat-chat, no interferences, some bits of luck. Back there I
have a number of you struggling pretty badly with serious illnesses and ops. Two
and a half yrs plus has brought signif. changes.
Will need a visa run in a couple weeks or so and planning now where/how. As interesting as a change of place always proves, you will understand how it's also quite disruptive. Hating flying doesn't help. Just hate the silver bird, all the complacency involved, the kinda behaviours of people who regularly fly; then all the carpet, the shiny airport cleaned by cheap labour, all the junk food outlets and hi shit-end stores luring the poor blundering dolts on and forever on. Here I strictly avoid the MRT, the train. It's the equivalent mode of terrestrial transport. An elevated track, suits, ties, skirts, make-up, palm-screens, ear-phones, dead eyes, eagle eyes, droopy eyes after inadequate sleep. By comparison the buses are another country entirely. All the aunties and uncles, the old folk who would be too confused with the rabbit-warren stations, the foreign labourers. A few months in a friend here pointed out the difference. Since then never the train, always the bus. You can bump along on some buses, one or two routes in particular, without a single example of puffery of any kind whatever among one’s fellows, not a one. If it wasn't SG I'd have to consider some kinda substance boarding the plane at this world class top-notch Changi. (How many times they photograph the little featured bullcrap arty installation there you wouldn't believe—a dancing wave of brass tears painted gold.... Whenever I pass the monstrosity it's head bowed and fast pace like the decent old Aussie housewives used to do passing a bloke having a piss against a fence!) Since air travel has become so cheap the ferries that used to be are no longer—made redundant. So on an island…
Get well soon Aven and back to the brushes. Put those lines and colours on paper. Still look at the repros you sent me. They still grip a viewer, take him by the short and curlies.
Cheers and best wishes
P
Will need a visa run in a couple weeks or so and planning now where/how. As interesting as a change of place always proves, you will understand how it's also quite disruptive. Hating flying doesn't help. Just hate the silver bird, all the complacency involved, the kinda behaviours of people who regularly fly; then all the carpet, the shiny airport cleaned by cheap labour, all the junk food outlets and hi shit-end stores luring the poor blundering dolts on and forever on. Here I strictly avoid the MRT, the train. It's the equivalent mode of terrestrial transport. An elevated track, suits, ties, skirts, make-up, palm-screens, ear-phones, dead eyes, eagle eyes, droopy eyes after inadequate sleep. By comparison the buses are another country entirely. All the aunties and uncles, the old folk who would be too confused with the rabbit-warren stations, the foreign labourers. A few months in a friend here pointed out the difference. Since then never the train, always the bus. You can bump along on some buses, one or two routes in particular, without a single example of puffery of any kind whatever among one’s fellows, not a one. If it wasn't SG I'd have to consider some kinda substance boarding the plane at this world class top-notch Changi. (How many times they photograph the little featured bullcrap arty installation there you wouldn't believe—a dancing wave of brass tears painted gold.... Whenever I pass the monstrosity it's head bowed and fast pace like the decent old Aussie housewives used to do passing a bloke having a piss against a fence!) Since air travel has become so cheap the ferries that used to be are no longer—made redundant. So on an island…
Get well soon Aven and back to the brushes. Put those lines and colours on paper. Still look at the repros you sent me. They still grip a viewer, take him by the short and curlies.
Cheers and best wishes
P
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