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Last night I played with this. >>http://mike-love.net/touchgraph/

I know that the connections are arbitrary supositions made by the author of the graph. Some of these names are not connected to people I think should be connected, but I could only be wrong, as always. Yet, I am really surprised by the range and limitedness of my own knowledge.

Some of these names I have never even heard before. One of my favourite author are so far away from who my culture reveres most.

Is there amongst us that belong on the graph and yet be unconnected? Any of us are really that original?

We quote our teachers dead and alive even when they err. Errors combined errors are errors still. Let us hope we are digesting wisdom instead of poison. I toast a vial of hemlock to that…


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Last May, I, in my just recovered from a diseased tooth state of mind decided it would be cool for me to travel alone. In accordance to my plans of global ‘been-there’ dominion, I decided I’ll start with peninsular Malaysia.

I had planned to go to Penang, then south to Johor Bahru and then to the east coast. All this I intended by train. Alas, due to constraints of finance and of time, and with also due to my own pure, refined and amplified laziness brought forth by physical and mental exhaustion, I limit the journey to Johor Bahru.

Here, attached are pictures taken during this bout of wanderlust preceded with scans (thanks to the lovely pinkpurplecloud for scanning) of my travel journal.











(some information about Weld)















That concludes the journal scans. Click for larger size. Sorry for the handwriting, thats what you get writing on the move.

And now… for something completely different.

The train I rode on

The support train.

Early morning in Butterworth.





Georgetown’s firestation.






149!






This place stunk to high heavens.


































Love Lane, heh.







These seats go both ways.





Cancer ward.










Arabic letter ‘Jim’ and ‘Ba’, the city’s initials.



Note the guy squatting on the planter, watching the world go by.
















Nahar

Dining with danger

The bus I rode home on…

(I’ll annotate some of these pictures later…)


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