Complaints from the 21st century

My plan to force my body clock onto US regional settings is half complete. I went to bed at 10:30, failed to sleep for a couple of hours, and then kept waking up either desperate for the toilet or horribly dehydrated. (I think I’m coming down with a cold, which doesn’t really help.) Reveille was at 3:15, and after a quick shower I kissed my wife goodbye and took a taxi to the airport.
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Fast is sometimes too much

I’m flying to Seattle in less than 36 hours, and I’d quite like to avoid jet lag while I’m there. On my last trip to London, I discovered the singular joy of a fresh set of clothes in my carry-on bag. Even having to change in an airport toilet, wearing clean unrumpled clothes did wonders for my wellbeing. Sadly, I touch down at Sea-Tac at 8am, then have to line up to face the grumpy belligerence of US immigration, rather than the robotic stare of the UK’s facial recognition system, and there’s nowhere I can think of to change between airport and office, unless my cabbie doesn’t mind me disrobing in the back of the car en route.
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Of babies, and saliva

Today was the third and final day of the Singapore Baby Expo, so we went down to take a look at all the baby related paraphernalia available. The Singapore Expo is like a sanitized version of Dante’s hell, but instead of circles filled with sinners there are aircraft-hangar sized spaces full of people having shouting competitions.

There is an eternity of suffering in hell. At the Expo there is an eternal electronics sale, which is always in its last day and is always full of men bellowing about bargains. The bargains are never that great; either the discount is only so much that you’re still paying 30% more than you would elsewhere, or you are buying a geriatric television manufactured from Bakelite and pig iron with a “massive” 6 inch screen (or a no-brand Chinese Android tablet, which is much the same thing).
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Sundown 2013

I think the course this year was tougher than in 2012, although that may have been because I was more familiar with Singapore this time round. Last year, running through the anonymous and mysterious building site that would become the Gardens By The Bay, I had little idea of where I was and how far I had to run. This time around, with whole year of running around the Marina Bay, I had a pretty good idea of where I was and where I should be going next, so when the route didn’t conform to my expectations that made things a bit harder to deal with.
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You’ll know when it’s your time

My brain and my body both knew I would be racing tonight, and conspired to make sure I slept in late this morning to get enough rest. It was a shame I had to get up before this sleep was complete; I shambled off to work, so dazed that I couldn’t see straight, and for the first few hours at the office my eyes weren’t pointing in the same direction.

Eventually this wore off, and luckily not many people were at their desks this morning, so there were no witnesses to my discombobulation. By mid afternoon I was approaching competence or at least some semblance of it, just in time to go home and have a pre-race nap.
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Thinking of things

Today I wrote half a script for a shoot on Saturday. At lunchtime today, I had been walking through Hong Lim Park, a small square of grass near my office, worried that we had no new ideas to shoot this weekend, and then I returned to the office, checked my emails and found one of my collaborators had sent me the skeleton of a script. It turns out it can be easier to fill in the gaps on somebody else’s idea.

Now all we need is a crutch, an eye patch, a musket, an old wooden telescope, a parakeet and the uniform of a British admiral. And there I was thinking that we didn’t need to invest in many things to make a video.
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