tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93292712024-03-14T13:33:40.835+08:00transfer_protocolRamblings.stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-67962845167523338882017-03-28T02:26:00.000+08:002017-03-28T02:26:01.590+08:00Prague beginnings - should I stay or should I go; Darlin' you've got to let me knowI feel like I am starting my life over again. Which I probably am, when all is said and done. Been here since Feb 23 and still no meaningful resolution to my discussion with the CEO. I am now in my 2nd residence of this episode of my life, and the plot has yet to thicken. First was an AirBnb, which tenure ran out 5 days ago; now in an expensive residence/hotel thing. Junior suite is the name. Butstuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-29782511020906587532017-03-28T01:45:00.000+08:002017-03-28T01:45:18.087+08:00The side we don't see. Until we see it.Thursday 15 December 2016:
No need to be alarmed. At this stage, anyway. But I have been having thoughts of suicide of late. And of late, I mean for the past year or so. My life has been punctuated by extreme highs and extreme lows.
Wow. Friday 16 December evening: Chorine tells me she "wants out."
My world has collapsed - no to be overly dramatic. But I do feel like everything's fucked.
I stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-11244755625269260852014-01-29T14:01:00.000+08:002014-01-29T14:01:07.675+08:00Goodbye momToday my mother died.
I woke up this morning to an email stating her time of death as some time around 8pm South African time.
She had collapsed from lack of oxygen in her blood, and was admitted to ICU.
It took about 2 hours for the shock to become real for me. By the time I arrived at work, I was a complete wreck.
I suppose that this is understandable, although I had not imagined that it stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-77113527834108996532011-10-06T10:18:00.002+08:002011-10-06T10:21:41.809+08:00For the record- Steve Jobs 1955-2011stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-60463889696066925292010-07-16T10:29:00.004+08:002010-07-16T10:45:47.186+08:00Godwin's law and ObamaI came across this while reading something in a completely unassociated context:Godwin's law (also known as Godwin's Rule of Nazi Analogies or Godwin's law of Nazi Analogies) is a humorous observation made by Mike Godwin in 1990 which has become an Internet adage. It states: "As an online discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches." Put another stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-32777078592223268982010-06-05T08:30:00.003+08:002010-06-05T08:37:28.377+08:00Art TheftI have become the victim of art theft. Does this make me a famous artist?My friend, Duncan Wales, who lives in Accra, Ghana, snapped this pic; the jeep was one of the images from my exhibition in KL in 2009.stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-36897030173958607762010-05-21T12:08:00.001+08:002010-05-21T12:09:45.152+08:00fortyfuckinthreeAnother year has gone by. 43 and all washed up.stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-52096663370508625472010-05-09T13:14:00.001+08:002010-05-09T13:15:45.103+08:00Recurring nightmare #2I'm at the psychiatrist. I tell him that I am being pursued by monsters.He looks away and says: "You mean like this..."When he turns back, he is one of them.stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-5571258678451987762010-05-09T13:08:00.002+08:002010-05-09T13:14:02.001+08:00Recurring nightmare #1I'm in some industrial place - think the deck of cargo ship, or something similar - it's never the same place twice, but always the same in spirit. People unknown are shooting at me. I cannot shoot back; I have no weapon.Andrew appears and informs me that he has a vehicle secreted nearby, on which we may make good our escape. We go there; sometimes it's a scooter, sometimes a car.Anyway, a chase stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-990500013033525042010-05-04T12:23:00.001+08:002010-05-04T12:23:55.438+08:00And the nightmares are back.stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-45139678046441104442010-03-23T23:36:00.003+08:002010-03-23T23:42:29.355+08:00Singapore transitTher's a certain civiliz-ed-ness (where the last there syllables are pronounced in an old fashioned manner, by way of emphasising the point).I'm here at the sunflower garden of Changi Airport (T2) for those who whish more detail - for a snoke and a beer (or two). I can see stars above - not sonmething one sees in KL very often.On top of all of this, the airport is impeccably clean. Unbelievably stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-514855478398229462010-03-15T15:52:00.001+08:002010-03-15T15:54:41.196+08:00yesterday was...Pi daystuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-69239571360743427602009-12-31T19:30:00.003+08:002009-12-31T19:54:25.059+08:00No tuk tuk, no sunrise at the temple, no sunset, no postcards, no guide books, no maps, no silly little fucking charms, no cold drinks, no massage. After several days in Siem Reap the milk of human kindness has curdled somewhat. At the temples one is beset by children peddling all manner of crap. They're all over you like rats. One is tempted to swat them off like so many blowflies.The entire stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-26955328500672143222009-12-26T12:43:00.003+08:002009-12-26T13:13:59.283+08:00Down in Cambo...And so now the list of places I thought I'd never get to visit is complete. Cambodia.Siem Reap, to be exact, in the shadow of the great uncle wat - which I shall visit once Chomaine joins me on the morrow. I'm here with 25 pounds of camera equipment and an open mind. Yesterday I ate something made from pickled fish - a dipping kind of thing - into which I deposited lemon grass, chillies and stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-48225829299662552832009-04-14T19:53:00.001+08:002009-10-31T12:28:07.302+08:00teststuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-30699019826299057372008-07-16T19:26:00.001+08:002008-07-16T19:27:53.768+08:00Fat people and wide screen TVsI've just noticed something unfortunate. Wide-screen TVs stretch the image right? It's not a good thing for fat people.stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-19123369714329020602008-06-17T17:57:00.002+08:002008-06-17T19:59:47.727+08:00Internet Balloon RaceHelp my balloon. stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-69792344633849521842008-06-11T18:41:00.003+08:002008-06-11T18:58:07.723+08:00Meritocarcy is a dirty wordThere is a culture in this part of the world that views competition as evil, rather than boosting standards and quality. Words like "meritocracy" are debated in parliament, and ultimately swept under the carpet just in time for lunch.An example here in Malaysia was when the powers that be realised that Malaysian Universities rated badly in comparison to those in other countries around the world, stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-68857426270346603452008-06-04T19:17:00.000+08:002008-06-04T19:19:07.123+08:00More from the interiorstuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-38817412417699241652008-06-02T19:47:00.001+08:002008-06-02T19:49:47.892+08:00The madnessThis should give you an idea of ho busy it is in Hanoi. Madness. stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-38362018054075394352008-06-02T19:42:00.003+08:002008-06-02T19:45:27.712+08:0037 centigradeHere's one of my favourite shots from the trip. I was sitting at a little hole in the wall drinking local beer. The little old lady didn't know I was snapping her. stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-78583563843660321752008-05-27T19:32:00.000+08:002008-05-27T19:33:28.065+08:00Viet Nam continuedSunday 25 MayThe vehicle was military green. Tick. It was a 4x4. Tick. It was a Toyota Landcruiser from the old skool. Tick. The driver smoked War Horse Brand. Two ticks. That’s where the ticks end.My quest for inner peace took me through the industrial outskirts of Hanoi. Whe3re I might add, the road manners are no better than the old quarter. A journey of 150kms took all of 4 hours. Anyway, stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-23722121284251051612008-05-27T19:07:00.001+08:002008-05-27T19:07:47.859+08:00Ha NoiFriday 23 MayGood god. First impressions of Vietnam: madness. The journey from the airport to my hotel (if one can call it that – US$20 a night) was like being a passenger in a dodgem car. Motorcycles are everywhere. And I mean everywhere. There seems to be no sense of self preservation among the riders. The hotel itself is a quaint affair. The foyer looks like a 1950s movie. A ballustraded stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-10072822758901498552008-05-23T15:12:00.000+08:002008-05-23T15:13:24.047+08:00BangkokIt’s raining like a bugger. Chubby, malevolent, monsoon-practised drops with floods on their evil little minds. The kind of raindrops the Matrix creators could only dream of. I mention this simply because I’m due to leave Bangkok for Hanoi in about 5 hours, and at this rate not even Buddha himself is going anywhere.Here in the dining room of the Woraburi Resort/hotel (a type of outdoor, lanai stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9329271.post-43542553372064999172008-05-11T12:34:00.001+08:002008-05-11T12:34:56.679+08:00Gritpype repliesHello DukeThe matter you speak of sounds a little bit too good to be true. After all, as we say here, there is no such thing as a free lunch. However, you have piqued my interest. Before I start to send my particulars to someone unknown, and to parts unknown, I like to understand a bit more about this transaction. And of course, I don't actually know you personally, so I am understandably stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122330128924243667noreply@blogger.com0