Where We Have Been
As our dear readers may have noted, its been a good couple of weeks since any of the High Levels put out an entry. Hardly the attitude of champions, we know. One good reason for this absence is the fact that all the High Levels, as Tryathlete noted a post or two ago, are not to be confused with High Flyers. The last few weeks have been spent desperately trying to compress the work of a semester into an extremely short cramming period. Which honestly, could have been circumvented had we the foresight to put those many hours idling at Fong Seng and Breko into reading during the course of the semester. In other words, we ought to have spent semester time studying instead of sitting around impressing each other or looking at women walk by.
Our readers will be happy to know, that as I gently tap these letters on my keyboard, Tek Sappot, Techno Telegu, Tryathlete and their two lovely lady friends are on the undulating byways of Malaysia in a rented Trajet, possibly stopping here and there to splash about the waterfalls, or simply immersing within the lush landscapes and endless horizons. Well, not really. In all likelihood, they're sitting at a random coffeeshop in Ayer Keroh or Seremban, sniggering at the price of cigarettes, while pausing only to exhale reflective clouds of smoke.
As I write, Topspin Thamby is sitting at his desk doing his internship at the LKY School of Public Policy. Or was it the Institute of SEA Studies? One forgets. Whichever it may be, he assures me that his work calls for him to be constantly surrounded by beautiful Bulgarians, Slovaks, Magyars, Bosnian-Herzegovinians, or generally anyone with an appetite for political inquiry or the role of agriculture in the sustenance of the North Vietnamese Army in the battle of Dien Bien Phu. Or something to that effect.
The HEAT? Last we heard, he was in Bangalore directing a documentary on the geo/economic schism between different Indian communities. The theoretical frame will be Jacques Derrida's notions of differance. Reports note that he was seen not a week ago giving food to impoverished villagers, while helping repair broken water pipes and electric cables in between takes (as in like, when the director says "Take 1! Action!"). Apparently the documentary will be titled "From Sixth Avenue to Bangalore". Wote for him when it gets to Cannes.
In their absence, it would be my distinct pleasure to publish some photographs of Topspin Thamby, The HEAT and Techno Telegu in a variety of compromising positions. Really. I can't tell you enough how much of a pleasure it is. Unfortunately, I haven't the foggiest idea as to how this Photobucket thingamajig works. So I'm off to reread the rather beautiful One Hundred Years of Solitude. Toodles for now.