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America, I sincerely, sincerely thank you.
And congratulations to McCain for a gracious conceding speech.

This post is a long one, so I won’t post tomorrow. I have a paper to write for an ecotourism conference instead… Besides, I am sure that most people will have something else to think about tomorrow. Right? Yanno, like elections?
The last week has been kind of peculiar – but the good news is decidedly good and outweighs the bad.
Really, really good news:
I can’t tell you. Yet.
Really, really bad news:
Discovered bad infestation of termites in the wood flooring of the family room. Much damage and very difficult to eradicate.
Encouraging good news:
Had a lovely email from a reader back in Western Australia who said,
“As for the Mirage series … I have read many series now from a wide variety of authors and this really hit the mark with me. One of the best reads I have had for a long time…”
Somehow it always means more when it comes from my home state. Thanks, Tony.
Scary bad news:
Found out someone tried to break into my next door neighbour’s house while we were in Fraser’s. The thievery continues unabated. Luckily they didn’t succeed.
Warm and fuzzy good news:
From great Australian writers and friends who lend a helping hand to their fellow writers with no thought of rivalry. I love my fellow Australian genre authors. You couldn’t ask for a nicer bunch.
Trudi Canavan‘s blog sends more people to my blog and website than any other personal site – and on a regular basis, too. Thanks, Trudi.
Jennifer Fallon‘s blog this month was singly responsible for one of the biggest spikes ever in my blog hits.
Russell Kirkpatrick – well, actually he’s a New Zealander* but he’s such a great chap we tend to think of him as Australian – touched me with a comment in an interview. Listing which authors he thinks are really worth reading, he named C.S.Lewis, Julian May, Dan Simmons, Alasdair Reynolds, Guy Gavriel Kay, Lois McMaster Bujold, Terry Pratchett…and me. He said that I write
Thanks, Russell. I am totally humbled at being up there with the names you mention.
Marianne de Pierres has put up the first chapter of Heart of the Mirage on her “Parrish’s Patch” – do check out this site, and Marianne’s kick ass books if you haven’t already done so. What a great lady.
And my pal Karen Miller has been having a ball as a guest at a con in France…she works incredibly hard and deserves the break.
Worryingly bad and sucky news:
Actually I shall blog about this separately, probably over the weekend. It is to do with yoga. Yep, you’d think that would be harmless enough, wouldn’t you? Wait and see…
Happy-making good news:
I was approached to do an interview in the afternoon newspaper, The Malay Mail, mostly about blogging – and bless their heart, today they did a magnificent spread (see above pix) – a whole page! – with a great advert for my books ‘n’ all. Thank you Gabey Goh!
Aggravating bad news:
Our water woes continue with unpredictable cuts, dirty water and lots of air blocks.
Lovely look-forward-to good news:
Younger daughter Nashii is coming to visit this month.
And just plain NEWS:
Which will be either very very good or utterly terrifying: we will shortly have a new President of the USA.
And by the way, did you all see that interesting blog post comment on one of my posts here on why some people still vote for a Republican candidate?
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* To any Americans or Canadians reading this, just think Canada-US to explain the NZ-Oz relationship…
Once, there was only a narrow winding road going up to Fraser’s Hill – 9 kms of it, and nowhere to pass. You went up on the odd hours until 40 mins past the hour, and people at the top came down on the even hours until 40 mins past the hour.
Worked well for 100 years or so, and was charming. One stopped and had tea at the resthouse (called The Gap) at the bottom gate while waiting for the time to go up…all part of the Fraser’s Hill experience. From what I have heard, the locals who lived on the hill didn’t want another road.
Some twenty years ago, someone had a bright idea that Fraser’s Hill needed another access road. (Who knows, he might have had an eye on all those lovely rainforest trees where the road would be built – green gold going to waste? Oh dear, I wonder why I am SUCH a cynic???).
The first pix below is the old road. It was built with shovels and buckets and donkeys (or maybe mules?). Occasionally it has a small landslide – the main range is very friable and ancient, the rains are heavy and frequent. But the road survives and looks lovely. I have walked it many times.
But they went and built a new road anyway, for no good reason. (Well, they might have thought green gold was a very good reason…) They used dynamite and huge earthmovers and trucks. Instead of gently winding a route around the hillslopes, they bulldozed and blasted a barren swathe through the forest and fragile slopes.
The road took four years longer than expected to build, because – er, well, actually the slopes kept on falling down into the valleys. I wonder why.
The new road was opened after much expense. You could drive up it and never come closer to the forest than several hundred metres, because all the forest along the road was, um…missing. (Look again at how pretty the old road is.)
And fairly promptly the new road was closed because of landslides. And stayed that way for a looooooooooong time. After much rebuilding, it was opened again. For a bit. Then it closed again last December. And it is still closed.
If you look carefully – just to get an idea of scale – right in the centre of the picture are some red dots in the middle of a slide of reddish earth. Those red dots are people wearing red work clothes.
And I just wonder – who benefited from the new road and all the timber that came out of there?
So when my husband had to go to Fraser’s Hill last week for a couple of days, I couldn’t resist.
And below is why – with apologies to John Masefield.
I must go up to the hills again, to the forest green, and the sky,And all I ask is a pair of ‘bins and a scope to see birds by,
And the crow’s cry and the wind’s song and the white mist’s snaking,
And a cuckoo on the tree branch and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go up to the hills again, for the drongo’s call in the pine
Is a wild call and a clear call that to me is so divine;
And all I ask is a sunny day with the high clouds flying,
Where the swifts fly and the jays fight, and the eagle’s crying.
I must go up to the hills again, to the vagrant birding life,
To the owl’s hole and the hornbill tree where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a birding tale from a fellow bird-lover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long list’s over.
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Ok, so it doesn’t quite scan – I’m no poet! The photo was taken on the way up to Fraser’s. And yes, I wrote while there.
This month I had visitors from 67 different countries, from Bhutan to Azerbaijan and the Virgin Islands. USA led the field, considerably ahead of Malaysia, Australia, UK and Canada, all of which provided 3 figure hits. More than half of you (55%) are return visitors.
And there are an amazing number of people out there who come to my blog by googling some variation of “beating a wife”.
Last Saturday I went to the readings at Seksan’s where Malaysian authors read from their works. It was an especial pleasure to hear both Preeta Samarasan and Shamini Flint give a reading – both are Malaysians hitting the big time internationally, well deserved in both cases, and great to see.
Read all about it from Sharon here on Bibliobibuli, and if you are interested in the KL literary scene, or Asian literature generally, and you don’t read Sharon’s blog, you’re crazy. It is one of the best blogs around.
Oh, and Sharon stuck a pix of me at the event there too. She’s a real menace with a camera…
Just learned that there was another armed robbery in our street last weekend – house just a few doors away was broken into just after 5 a.m.
I have lost count of the number of householders threatened with physical violence in home invasions in the past year within our housing area. Funny thing – I never hear about anyone getting caught.
Malaysia is becoming a very, very scary place. Our area is particularly bad because it is basically a Malay area, and Muslims won’t keep dogs and don’t like their neighbours having them either.
However, I am beginning to wonder about a dobermann…
Simpson ‘calculates $1 trillion could pave the entire U.S. interstate highway system with gold – 23.5-karat gold leaf. It could buy every person on the planet an iPod. It could give every high school student in the United States a free college education. It could pay off every American’s credit card. It could buy a Buick for every senior citizen still driving in the United States.‘
You can read Jenny’s blog or the Huffington Post for more – or you can go to Rob Simpson’s website and try to spend that trillion dollars yourself on worthwhile stuff like education and healthcare…
And when you finally realise just how much went into a war that will never be won and which was based on a lie, you can comfort yourself that the final cost has gone up by some estimations. To 3 trillion.
- Why do toilet doors always have gaps between the door and the wall?
- Why do Americans always burn their bacon to a crisp?
- Why, when the country is in a financial, military, environmental and health care mess, with educational standards slipping, unable even to deal properly with a flood disaster like Katrina, would anyone still consider voting for a president of the same political party that governed them for the past eight years?
Most mornings we go for a walk. We drive to a park, leave the car by the side of the road and walk inside the park (mostly because there are no footpaths in our housing estate). This morning, during the course of that half hour’s walk someone smashed the window of our car and took a small amount of money. I believe someone else’s car was broken into as well. The good news is that they cut themselves doing it.*
I just spent two months in the USA, including time in the heart of Los Angeles. I was forever carrying my laptop with me. Whenever we parked the car, I carried it. My daughter said, “Leave it in the car! Why do you want to bring it with you everywhere?” The answer, of course, was because in Malaysia it would be almost certainly stolen and I’ve gotten paranoid about it.
In the US, I was in numerous homes – and not one was surrounded by a tall fence with a locked gate. Not one had bars on the windows. People go out and leave windows open. They don’t have dead locks and alarms. They have glass panels in the doors. They never seem to get robbed. They carry sling bags and never get them snatched.
Here in Malaysia the only homes that don’t have bars and padlocks, fences and gates, belong to the excruciatingly poor.
During those 2 months in the USA, no one I was staying with, nor any of their friends or relatives, was robbed.
I come back home from the US to find that while I was away some people had tried to enter our house at night, simultaneously with a neighbour’s house. Fortunately, we both have alarms and they ran off. The neighbour’s fence was cut. My husband and another family member were in the house at the time and you can bet your life the thieves were armed.
It is now averaging out at one attempt a year to break into our home.
Meantime, the family house in the village had all the wiring stripped by a thief – with extensive damage. Everyone “knows” who did it – a neighbour’s grandson. A drug addict. In spite of knowing this, and a police report, nothing is done.
And here is a quote from the Malaysian Psychiatric Association website:
“… the potential numbers of addicts in Malaysia is quite staggering, a possible one million addicts in our country of 25 million, or 4% of the populace! In comparison, some statistics from the United States estimate that the number of addicts there is one in 3,000, or only 0.03% of their population.”
The really weird thing about the addicts is that a staggering disproportionate number are Malays and therefore Muslims.**
I wonder what the connection is? (The answer, of course, is usually to suggest more religion and more onerous religious restrictions as the cure-all, although that patently has not worked in the past and may in fact be part of the problem. I guess it’s easier than looking for causes…?)
Malaysia loves to present itself as a land of Asian values (whatever they are), full of people who would never cheat on their taxes, let alone be drug addicts and thieves.
Malaysians can’t even obey the law on the little things – every time there is a festival of any of the cultural groups, I hear illegal fireworks going off all over the place. The police turn a blind eye. Yep, everyone breaks the law and expects their kids to grow up with respect for the law.
But that’s not how it works, mate. You start with the little things.
We have become a land of thieves and drug addicts.
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* I hope they get gangrene.
**One figure I read was 97%, although I don’t know if that is accurate as it was hearsay on a blog, supposedly via a ministry official. Other figures I have heard – in 2005 around 66% of drug addicts arrested were Malays, figures for Kuala Lumpur – a city which has a high population of non-Malays. This figure is often touted as applicable to the whole country. I doubt anyone knows. Malays make up about half the population, although this is also a difficult figure to pinpoint as there are many other non-immigrant people of different but similar ethnicity who are Muslims.
All this has led to a sad joke to explain the sometimes 60-40 ratio of Malay women compared to Malay men in institutions of higher learning: the women are in university, the men in drug rehab.
Yay to Malay women, I say.