Five south of the equator
The current Visit Indonesia campaign is dull, uninspiring, and full of potentially awkward and troublesome sentences (“Your coming is our happiness” heh heh get it). If my passport country wants to bring in tourists, what we need to exploit is our exceptional sense of humour, like this blip I found in a glossy brochure by the Kepri tourism board: The Phallus and Pupendum Stone (stone...
Meanwhile at Kitchen Stadium
In the last two weeks, my father has managed to let toast catch fire, my mother has burnt boiled tofu, and my sister has microwaved two steel forks on separate occasions. As far as my family’s clout in the culinary domain is concerned, I am Ferran Adrià.
During my brief stint in Jakarta (where I hope future stints will involve less brevity and fewer wedding-related functions) I was reunited with my good friend, succinctly nicknamed The Nuclear Configurations of the Interjection Oh: watching my sixteen year-old cousin and her dance troupe sashay towards center stage at their high school festival, I thought Oh! How exciting! Several unanticipated...
This emotion is a month overdue
This is what we have in common: a restaurant in a Ukranian suburb west of Chicago, where everything looks like a movie script about guys who look like Wayne Knight and Viggo Mortensen speaking about “the family business” in hushed tones. “Has it hit you yet?” one of my cohorts ask. Has what hit me? “Baby, you are leaving a country where you spent the past four...
You know me better than I know myself
“Given the volatility of the land on which they live, Indonesians are remarkably good-humoured and phlegmatic when disaster strikes.” - Mourning Mount Merapi’s ‘spiritual keeper’ Oh, okay then.