Uncertainties

They managed to be thoroughly confused and still seize power because the Provisional Government simply vanished, just as the vaunted autocracy had vanished. Thus Kotkin makes a kind of sense of the events in Russia of October 1917 in his captivating biography of the young Stalin. The despot and monster to be isn't yet the Stalin we're all familiar with; indeed, in many ways he's very far from that figure in the year of the two revolutions. Not exactly likable, and obviously possessed of a drive that makes him far from ordinary, but not a man necessarily destined for power - and nor, as Kotkin makes clear from the quotation above, were the Bolsheviks. 

Previously in my encounters with the events of this period I've tended to read in the inevitability of it all. Not in Marxist terms, but just those of the common human experience of the betrayals of revolutionary energies. Now I'm thinking it was all a bit of a mess, a series of sometimes quite daft accidents & coincidences  - like all history. 

At one point Kotkin suggests that a couple of well-aimed bullets taking out Lenin & Trotsky would have changed everything, and that feels true somehow. How much suffering might have been avoided if someone with a gun and a bit of authority had listened to the British military attaché Alfred Knox? Mind you, things could have turned out even worse. You never really know, do you? 

Inside And Out

Have managed to get to the gym a couple of times since returning here from Malaysia. Happy to have done so, but didn't enjoy my time there one little bit. In contrast, running round the taman last week was a genuine pleasure. Am actively considering mixing my stints on the elliptical trainer with some running around the track outside. But aware this might be foolhardy, tempting as it is.

Still Jolly Good

Noi has been talking about going to watch Mansur & Liu again with some of her chums from these parts. It's not likely to happen, given the logistical constraints of her getting back up to KL again within a tight time frame to do so, but I'm delighted to see just how much enjoyment she's got out of the show. That's how theatre works. When you know there's something deeply special about your experience and feel you need to repeat it.

One thing that has taken me by surprise though has been the negativity she's told me about in the social media connected to the musical. It seems that the male lead is regarded as something of a bad boy in certain quarters of the Malay community and there's enough controversy about this to provoke some folk into suggesting boycotts of the production. The fact that the guy in question is pretty close to perfect in his role seems to escape these 'critics'.

I'm sort of reminded of how easy it now seems to be anywhere in the world to get 'cancelled' for not ticking all the boxes. Isn't it fairly obvious that anyone concerned with the arts - whether acting, writing, singing, painting, dancing, whatever - is likely to be at least a bit disreputable? So it's best to just get on and enjoy their talent for the good it brings to the world and turn a blind eye to their more questionable characteristics. 

Can't help but think of the delightfully succinct question put to Malvolio by the disreputable Sir Toby: Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? 

Mildly Glowing

Just successfully completed some mandatory training regarding the use of AI, Quite surprised myself by passing the quiz at the end, though I must say the information provided through the training (via a website for public servants entitled Glow) struck me as quite bland. But then I suppose it would be if mandated by the government here. Nothing related to the current scare stories associated with out of control, swarming AI agents, a la the Hugging Face attack. Or even the problematic ways in which kids are using AI platforms to fake the submission of authentic work.

Quite soothing really to deal with a comfortingly comfortable account of how easy AI will make life for all. Hope it's true!

On Being Provided For

Now back in our usual Far Place, happily feeding our faces back at Swensen's for their Unlimited Buffet this afternoon. This time the occasion was a wedding, as they host wedding dinners there, and we made good use of prior knowledge to scoff more of our now favourite dishes. And since our living quarters are piled high with the generous offerings of students from Teachers' Day we haven't needed to get in any further supplies for the weekend.

Noi made a reference the other day to it not being long to Fasting Month (though, in truth, it's still a few months away) which put me in mind of the much-needed sense of balance the fast gives to a life of abundance.

Jolly Good Show

Gosh, no one could claim that yesterday's performance of Mansur & Liu at the Istana Budaya didn't provide value for money. I reckon that it ran for a full three hours on stage, with a fifteen minute interval to add to that, accounting for the fact that we left the theatre just shy of ten minutes to midnight. That meant we only arrived here at Mak's house in the very early hours of this morning, but it was worth it, if only for the fact that Noi clearly had a great time and chatted merrily about the show for most of the way back.

And rightly so. It looked great - beautiful sets, and quite a number of them, creating a range of enchanting stage pictures, nearly always lit to maximum effect. At one point, following a particularly romantic duet, Noi whispered I love the moon, and I understood exactly why. The costumes were also strikingly handsome, so the cast looked great, as well as sounding great vocally. Which handily matched the first-rate musicianship of the live band. The only criticism I'd tentatively put forward is that it was all a bit too over-amplified for me, and some subtlety got lost as a result. But then I don't think it was conceived as a subtle sort of show - rather being intended as a family-friendly, crowd-pleasing, spectacle. 

Most of all I thought M Nasir's music was a triumph. Lots of hummable immediacy, supported by clever arrangements throughout. It didn't get boring, and considering the sheer length of the proceedings that struck me as an achievement in itself. I suppose if I had a caveat to offer it would be that I thought a script doctor might have usefully cut some twenty to thirty minutes of the running time by tightening some of the lengthier sequences, but I must admit I didn't detect any signs of impatience from the very receptive first night audience. I'm guessing that the creators of the show were driven by the generosity of their imaginations, and more power to them for erring on the side of letting it all out on stage.

On The Go Again

Now packing our transferrable worldly goods here as we're making our way back to Alor Gajah this evening. This after attending a musical that Noi was keen to catch. We'll be stopping by the Istana Budaya to watch Mansur & Liu, the first performance of a short run of a show concocted by the redoubtable M. Nasir. Should be interesting.

It strikes me that over a lifetime I've got pretty good at coming & going. Standing still remains the tricky bit.

Gently On The Go

19.45

A very unpredictable day. Most of it spent without our usual supply of running water, though with enough of a flow from a couple of taps to make life livable. Noi has been making great efforts to get a plumber in, and finally succeeded, though he arrived well on into the late evening and is endeavouring to restore normality as I write this. Also now preparing for a call across the miles to Jeanette & John to catch up on their news. I haven't set foot outside the homestead all day, yet I feel as if I've been relentlessly on the go - probably because life hasn't let me be quite as lazy as I'd originally intended.

22.04

Our catching up with family affairs back in the UK was successfully accomplished despite a frozen screen or two. Much laughter on both sides and few complaints, if any. So an unstated but distinct sense that life is good.

On Still Being Alive

I've been nursing a mildly aching head all day and have achieved precious little as a result. Fortunately nephew Ashraf came around today and achieved a good deal more than I've managed, fixing an irritatingly errant light switch, verifying that that our security cameras are still in good order, and sorting out a major crisis we found ourselves in regarding two very empty water tanks upstairs. It looks like some important taps got switched off whilst we were not around - now rectified.

So, despite all, it's been a good day. As every day is, as long as you're around and compos mentis enough to enjoy the fact, a lesson I learnt the very hard way; but learnt deeply and abidingly. That lesson goes hand in hand with quietly mourning one's ghosts - the best way of doing so being to remember the happiness that came with them being a part of the simple pleasure of experiencing it all together. It was on the Tuesday of last year's September jaunt to KL Maison that we were made yet again keenly aware of the irreplaceability of those who help us negotiate this thing called life.

In The Neighbourhood

Not sure if it was a wise thing to do, but I got out for a run this morning, circumnavigating the taman, for the first time in quite a few years. Since running at West Coast Park earlier this year didn't do me any lasting damage I thought it worth taking the risk of trotting around the estate and getting a bit of exercise here. And it was certainly enjoyable. In distinct contrast to working out in the gym, I don't feel running in the open air to be any kind of imposition. Far from it, in fact; it feels something like freedom.

And then there's the sense of genuinely getting up close to where we live. It engenders a feeling of something like belonging. There's so much detail to take in of the happy ordinariness of it all, of life just going on.