So we’re off to the US tomorrow to catch up with family and friends. With less than 24 hours to go, the apartment is a mess, I’ve only just started to pack, and I’ve somehow acquired a mountain of trivialities to distribute around New England: Chiki Balls, Seaweed Cheetos, Kopi Susu candy, silly video clips, and notebooks with strange sayings on the front (“You and a friend are pleased at measure. Can you make a good friend with me?”)
Of course, I do think nothing says “I’ve really missed you for the last year and a half” like a Double Chocolate Peanut Butter Beng-Beng. But if you’re expecting to see me within the next 30 days or so, consider yourself warned. As for the blog, I probably won’t be writing much for a bit. See you later!
A trash-picker makes his rounds shortly after the Jakarta flood in February
1. Is it immoral to eat three times a day if some people only eat once?
2. Is it immoral to pay $40 a month for a fancy gym if, from the window of said gym, you can see people living in a garbage dump?
3. When Marie Antoinette said “Let them eat cake,” did she tell herself: “I’m doing my part. I’m promoting the local cake industry. A rising tide lifts all boats”?
Here’s another from the archives. I like this picture even though nothing in it is properly focused. I guess that’s what happens when you try to photograph something 238,855 miles away with a cameraphone.
Here are some photos from the vast Kopi Susu archives, taken a few months ago on our first language-school trip to Yogya.
I’m always fascinated by construction sites. This one used a lot of bamboo, which is cheap and very strong.
Not everybody was happy to get their picture taken, though.
This guy struts around our end of the street like he owns it. Which he does, in a feline sense. I usually see him scavenging in the trash bins or menacing other cats, so I was surprised to find him sprawled in front of our gate the other day, snoozing in a way that said: “I have nothing to worry about. There are no cats tougher than me within at least a two-block radius.”
I was trying to shoot an enormous Spiderman cellphone ad on the building in the middle here, but a public minivan (mikrolet) and a motorbike snuck in. Then I decided I kind of liked the picture this way.
We are at the tail end of a Spiderman blitz. Spiderman on multiple screens at the movie theatres; Spiderman in ads; Spiderman blowup dolls and posters being hawked on the streets. But then Ocean’s 13 and Pirates of the Caribbean arrived, and suddenly Spidey was yesterday’s news.
On Saturday, Chad and I and a friend went to check out the city’s new water taxi. Having a water taxi in Jakarta may seem like a bad joke, given how polluted the canals and rivers are. But I love the idea of getting around the city in boats, and I love the idea that maybe water taxis will inspire people to stop throwing trash in the canals.
Maybe others agree, because there was a pretty long line to get on board.
This first route is clearly just a touristy thing. It only runs on Saturdays and Sundays, for a few hours a day, along a brief, 1.7 kilometer stretch of the Ciliwung River.
Yes, the water was dirty and yes, the engines clogged with garbage. Twice, actually. But it really wasn’t very smelly.
People seemed to have a good time, especially the kids.
It looks almost romantic in the sunset, doesn’t it?