The Diplomatic Years (2010-2014)

I have left the Singapore civil service, after 12 great years. It was not an easy decision. Whether it was representing my country as a diplomat in Washington D.C. and at UN conferences, working on climate change policy, or doing government strategic planning, I found what I did not just intellectually challenging but tremendously fulfilling. I am deeply appreciative of my colleagues at MFA and MEWR and MinLaw, and am thankful to everyone I worked with in other ministries and in other organisations. I am also grateful to the Public Service Commission and the Public Service Division for the opportunity to serve my country.

This was bugging me, so I figured it out. If you want a Mac’s spell-check to accept both American and British spelling, here’s how to do it: Go to System Preferences - Keyboard and choose the Text tab. Under Spelling, make sure it says “Automatic By Language”, then click on “Set up:”. Under English, make sure “American English” and “British English” (and Australian and Canadian English if you’d like) are all checked/ticked. By default, only one kind of English is checked (American English in the case of my bought-in-Philly MacBook Air). That should prevent the red squiggly lines from appearing in phrases like the following: “After analysing and scrutinising the man’s sizeable goitre, my judgement was that its colour might reflect anaemia.”.

I wrote a piece on why Bitcoin will never work as an interplanetary currency between Earth and Mars (due to the protocol and physics). In Space, No One Can Hear You Mine: Why Bitcoin remains resolutely earthbound

So, I’ve been studying how to use ArcGIS and here was the fun results of one project - mapping out where all the 26754 people who claim Singapore as their birthplace live in America. Map was created using ArcGIS and county-level data from the Census Bureau’s American Community Survey. (There’s also finer census tract-level data, but it was a bit problematic to use for a bunch of reasons that I won’t get into here.)

I recognise that people searching for my name online often stumble upon this site, and I thought I should put up this post to explain why, unfortunately, dsng.net does not quite capture the entirety of me, or even the persona I wish to project.

All these stories about Thanksgiving airport crowds reminds me of how different airports used to be pre-9/11. I recall having a ticket for a morning flight to London for an intersession break during college, and having stayed up almost all night the night before (probably to finish a take-home exam). After packing my luggage, I let myself sleep, telling myself I’d only take a short nap… next thing I knew, I woke up in my dorm room about an hour before my flight. Rushed out, grabbed a cab, made it to Logan Airport with about 20 minutes before flight time - and still managed to check in and make it to the gate in time. Those were the days.

“The Weight” has been the song that my iPhone chooses to sync with my car stereo for the last few days, even before the news came out about Levon Helm. Perhaps my phone knew something.

Some thoughts on Mad Men, Season 5, Episode 5: I really love that Mad Men is in 1966, since it’s one of my favourite years of American history. Last week after the Speck murders were referenced I said to my wife that I hoped the Whitman shootings would be next. But I was not expecting the World Cup win to be included, and was delighted to see it in this episode. 

Today I celebrate my second Fourth of July in Washington DC, and my fourth in the US, having spent one summer in Boston watching fireworks on the Esplanade and one summer in New York watching fireworks over the East River.

Attended a wedding in New Jersey over the weekend, where the band (the very good Time Machine) played these various Motown and 70s funk songs to get the older folks out on the dance floor. Which suits me fine, since any glance at my vinyl collection will show that I love Motown and funk. But I was struck by a thought: I wonder what present-day songs wedding bands will play in 30 years to get soon-to-be-old-farts like myself out on the dance floor? [Secondary question: what will someone in his or her 60s look like dancing to Flo Rida?]

I love American produce. Really fresh, particularly the vegetables. Such crunch the tomatoes have. I’m especially fond of farmer’s markets. Incidentally, why doesn’t Whole Foods, despite the name, sell whole chickens, head and feet? Such a misnomer…

Two sure-fire Oscar-bait pitches for 2011: A socially awkward King-to-be overcomes stammering by tapping into dreams of a lesbian couple’s ballet-dancing toys. To help a girl avenge her dad’s death, a boxer in the Ozarks cuts off his arm and pokes people on Facebook.

Amber and Toby say: Happy Year of the Rabbit! Enjoy the Lunar New Year, one and all, whether or not you get the days off. (Sadly, work never sleeps, so I’ll be working throughout.) And love your rabbits!

It has been astounding to me to see how the whole “Tiger Mother” furore has erupted in America, considering that the original text is so flawed. To be the cover story on Time magazine?

It’s not often I quote Christopher Hitchens, but his Slate article is right on about tea, at least teas of the Indian/Sri Lankan variety. Tea goes first, then hot water. As per Orwell. So much bad tea abounds.

New Year’s weekend in DC: went to Pho 75 in Arlington for pho. Why are all DC-area pho restaurants numbered? There’s Pho 14, and even Nam Viet calls itself Pho 79. Also went to the Fashion Centre at Pentagon City; Eastern Market, only to find it was closed (always call ahead!); and Great Wall supermarket in Falls Church.

Two thousand-one-one, party over, oops out of time… Happy new year one and all! And to warm up the new year, here’s Cute Overload’s Top 10 photos of the year. My favourite’s the seal.

It was cold and windy, but at least the snowstorm passed us by. Merry Christmas to one and all. I’m off to celebrate American innovation. In other words, I’m looking to buy a XBox and Kinect.

Kiwicam at the Smithsonian National Zoo. I’m a member. Somehow I always feel like the membership deals are a good idea, which has led me to become a member of the National Aquarium, the Phillips Collection, the Corcoran Gallery, and Mount Vernon. But the baby kiwi is so cute.

And I love that dirty water / Boston, you’re my home…