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  • Throwing identity around with abandon

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    There was a bit of a tempest in Singapore recently, with some anonymous Internet poster threatening to print the identity details of all/many foreign workers in Singapore. This is the result of common resentment in this country, where foreign workers are reviled because they take jobs from Singaporeans. It doesn’t matter that it’s the government that sets policy, the average Singaporean — bereft of many liberties — strikes out at the first person s/he sees, and that is the foreigner.

    The identity details that were printed however were interesting. They included the name, place of birth, identity numbers, birthdate and current address of the foreigner. And, also interestingly, only Asian (non-white) foreigners were targetted, thus indicating a lack of … what’s the word? ah yes … balls on the part of the poster.

    I didn’t take much notice, because the kind of information posted is the kind that every sales clerk in the country is privy to. It seems that you can’t even pay for something in Singapore without having to produce your passport, and who knows how many databases all this information is being written to? This was brought especially home to me when I was filling out the warranty form for a small appliance we’d bought and it asked for my identification number. I mean, what are the chances of another KS Augustin fradulently taking her broken Brand X kettle to the manufacturer to get it fixed? Am I expected to have my passport examined and photocopied ad nauseam just to get an element exchanged under warranty? … Well, yes, I suppose I am.

    Lest you be sitting there and chortling at my misfortune, I’d like to direct you to a recent article in The Register. In a nutshell, British banks are rolling out a new type of RFID-enabled card (backed by Visa and Mastercard) called Paywave, that will not require authorisation for any transactions less than GBP10. Now, here’s a question for the class — how many people think that’s a bad idea? As you can see, my hand is up.

    Information on items that use RFID technology are notoriously easy to pick up (that’s the whole idea) and the usual so-called encryption algorithms used by companies/the government are notoriously easy to crack. So, to bring this down to the level of reality, there is nothing stopping some grey/black hat from sitting on a bench somewhere, accessing your card from metres away and throwing a couple of GBP9.99 transactions on it. Of course, that’s just peanuts to the committed cracker. If the encryption codes can be cracked, then there are hundreds of identities swarming around that bench every hour, beaming their information into the ether, just waiting to be exploited, leaving the hapless victim with decades of frustration and angst in an effort to clear up his/her affairs after an attack of identity theft. I know of this to a lesser extent, because someone I knew was burgled (pre-internet banking days) and, more than 20 years later, he is still trying to clear his name and prove he didn’t defraud various businesses to the tune of thousands of dollars. Nowadays, you don’t even have to physically touch a possession of your victim’s … you just pluck the intel from the air.

    Here’s the thing I can’t understand. Presumably, the world has become a more dangerous place. Yet every major institution, from governments to banks to retail shops, are coming up with more and more insecure ways of throwing our identity around. Whether we’re talking about easily-cracked technologies, or giving every untrained, security-unconscious clerk and his/her dog the ability to openly photocopy and transcribe your personal information, the ‘initiatives’ from these major institutions open the door to widescale identity abuse, not close them.

    Which brings up an interesting question. Assuming that: (a) the world has become more dangerous, and (b) the institutions that have told us this are also making our identities less secure, what is the end goal in cases of inevitable infraction? Will justice be served … or will a judicious serve of scapegoating suffice? Hmmmmm …

  • What it’s all about, Alfie?

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    I had great difficulty getting to sleep last night. So J and I lay in the dark, listening to the night noises outside, and discussing things. In the mornings, we usually discuss politics. I hit my news sources, he hits his, and we share our insights and the latest developments over tea and coffee. At night however, we tend to discuss more personal things, which is much more relaxing that arguing foreign policy in the Middle East or domestic policy in Poland (which will often have us running to gather corroborating references).

    J started it all by asking what on earth I meant by including a review of Toer’s The Fugitive on the blog. It had nothing to do with either science-fiction, technology, romance, life in Singapore, or the kids, and it probably wouldn’t garner a single comment. I did it, I told him, because I thought it was important. People tend to think of their own communities as the only ones that can feel happy, sad, betrayed, hurt, torn. I wanted to present a different perspective. Of course it’s coloured by the fact that I come from this locale myself, but it’s vitally important, I said, for people to understand that everyone in the world has the same hopes and fears as everyone else. And exposing Toer’s first work on my blog (as insignificant as it is) was my way of trying to show that … as well as introduce some local writing to the population at large. Toer is dead, but there are many other Asian writers out there and I will review them, and write about them, in the future.

    Then morning came, and I went to my friend Maria’s blog, and she had a quiz up: ‘Which Fantasy/Sci-Fi Character Are You?’. And I did it, because I’m a sucker for quizzes, and the answer was personally profound because it encapsulates my entire philosophy so elegantly.

    Jean-Luc Picard

    Which Fantasy/SciFi Character Are You?

    An accomplished diplomat who can virtually do no wrong, you sometimes know it is best to rely on the council of others while holding the reins.

    [My emphasis follows because, gosh darn, these words have never been more important as they are now:] There are some words which I have known since I was a schoolboy. “With the first link, the chain is forged. The first speech censored, the first thought forbidden, the first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.” These words were uttered by Judge Aaron Satie — as a wisdom, and warning. The first time any man’s freedom is trodden on, we’re all damaged.

    Jean-Luc is a character in the Star Trek universe. This The Next Generation fan site has an outline of his career.

    Yeah, it may all be pop psychology but, as Maria says, I’ll take it!

  • Travel and glamour, Part I

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    Most people are envious when we mention where we’ve lived and worked. I can understand that. There’s a wanderlust that I think is part of everyone’s psyche and we are perceived as a couple/family who do what a lot of others usually only dream about. I like moving around because, I think, I have such a low boredom threshold. Or maybe it was because I was an Army brat from the time I was born and just got used to it. But there isn’t as much freedom in it as a lot of people might think.

    The first two months when you set down in a new country are incredibly stressful. Besides the quest for new accommodation, adjusting to a new grocery experience, schooling and finance pressures as you’re in banking limbo, there’s also clearing the stuff that you’ve carted along with you. We used our last move as a way of cutting down our possessions and over 60% of all our current possessions (by volume) are books. However, there was also a cute scooter we just couldn’t bear to get rid of. And this is where the receiving country has you by your secondary sexual characteristics.

    You see, there’s always something in your consignment that you’re worried about…that you’re not sure whether you’re going to get charged for. When we moved to Australia, it was a PC that we bought a month before. (And, yes, we ended up paying AU$400 duty on it. Yep, just the one computer. I’m still as mad as heck about that.) When we moved to Singapore, it was our scooter.

    At first we couldn’t figure it, because we thought Singapore Customs might want to get it cleared as soon as possible. We even gave them an inflated value for the scooter so we could just get the damned thing through. In retrospect, that may not have been a wise move because they kept coming back with more queries for the next 2 months. I don’t know whether they thought we had spray-painted a solid gold fuel tank on the bike, or stashed illicit drugs in the battery compartment, but they refused to budge. We wrote letters and emails to the Customs Service, provided the written registration details, gave them permission to carry out a full inspection on the vehicle (with us present), and directed them to websites around the world that contained valuations, all in an effort to bolster our case.

    In case anyone is wondering why we didn’t get a written valuation from Australia, well folks, we couldn’t find a single motorcycle dealership willing to give us one. The reason given was that we bought the scooter in a private sale. The valuation, we were told, was private proprietary information only available to new and existing buyers from the shop in question. WHAT?! The value of a vehicle is proprietary information??!! Exhausted by various hurdles exiting Australia, we thought we’d just dump our statutory declaration and paperwork in the hands of Singapore Customs and be done with it. But the government wasn’t finished with our little scooter yet.

    Two months later coincided with the 2% rise in GST in Singapore. I didn’t think much of it until, magically, a week after the increase went through, we got our Customs bill, based on on our original customs declaration. There was nothing we could do. Complain? To whom? To the government who waited 2 months so they could nab an extra 2% on duty? To an ombudsman? Who regulates the Singapore government? Are you nuts? The removal company told us to keep quiet and pay up or who knew what might happen if we ever wanted to move again and Customs had to vet our paperwork on the way out. Sounds a bit…unsavoury, doesn’t it? Well, I’ve got some news for you. ALL governments are like that, not just Singapore. If you move around a lot, you get used to it.

    That’s the glamour of travel at an international level. I have a story for you at the local level too, but that might just have to wait until next time…

  • So that’s what that means!

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    I try to stay current with the latest slang and abbreviations. I can understand, for example, “pretty fly for a white guy” (a little out of date, I know, but bear with me) and FUD (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt). (Example of usage: “They get funding dollars by spreading FUD around.”) But the real problem comes when you think you know what something means and you’re wrong. Thankfully, the latest example of that has not resulted in me spouting off, uninformed, to other people, so I can breathe a sigh of relief and pass on the knowledge.

    Yogi Berra. Y’see, for a couple of years now, I thought it was some smart way of referring to Yogi Bear, like people pronouncing the Target department store as tar-jhay, to give it some ironic cachet. I mean, I could so imagine the Hanna-Barbera bear coming out with such gems as, “It’s deja vu all over again”.

    I was wrong. Yogi Berra is a real person. He used to be a baseball player and manager, in fact. And he was renowned for twisting the English language into pretzels. Here are some more of his gems:

    It ain’t over ’til it’s over

    Never answer an anonymous letter

    I usually take a two hour nap from one to four

    When you come to a fork in the road…take it

    I didn’t really say everything I said

    When asked what time is was……” You mean now?”

    On why NY lost the 1960 series to Pittsburgh: ” We made too many wrong mistakes”

    You can observe a lot by watching

    The future ain’t what it used to be

    It gets late early out here

    If the world were perfect, it wouldn’t be

    If the people don’t want to come out to the ballpark, nobody’s going to stop them

    If you’re interested in finding out more about the man, he has his own site, which has autographed photos, baseballs and, yes, books for sale. I just hope you’re suitably cashed up.

    I’m just happy to help out anybody who isn’t as up on US cultural references as s/he thought. I hear the current US president is a big fan of baseball. Wonder if Berra is one of his role models…?

  • Tagged by Maria!

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    You can tell you’re slowly building up a circle of online friends when you start getting tagged for things. Hey, I’m not complaining! Maria tagged me for a meme, so here goes.

    Six Random Things About Me

    1. I have small feet, which has led several sundry people in the past to ask if my parents “bound” my feet when I was a child. Being Asian was the obvious tip-off. Not!
    2. I dream in colour and about a third of my remembered dreams involve buildings and/or cities I’ve never seen in my waking life.
    3. I worked in a shoe-shop for 6 years while I was at high-school/University and, in all that time, only ever had two customers with smelly feet!
    4. In primary school, I wanted to be a nun when I grew up.
    5. I wish I’d studied Economics at University.
    6. I’m an atheist.

    Oh dear, tagging six people with blogs. Okay…

    a) Liane Spicer, who is my friend from other exotic equatorial climes,
    b) Jordan Summers, who I hear is a sucker for memes,
    c) Lyn Taylor, who is a kick-ass cover artist imo,
    d) Gennita Low, who doesn’t know me from a plate of nasi lemak but who I’ll tag anyway,
    e) Brynn Paulin, a fellow Total-E-Bound author, and
    f) Rebecca James, who’ll at least have something to blog about when she starts up again … like, er, LAST WEEK!

    The Rules

    • Link to the person that tagged you
    • Post the rules on your blog
    • Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
    • Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
    • Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website
  • Fascism as light reading

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    [Firstly, sorry for taking so long to get to the Comments. I didn't know I had them! I've fixed the appropriate options now, so they should appear as quickly as they used to.]

    It’s been a very interesting yet tiring series of days for me. I meant to do some more writing on “The Turk” (my current wip) but got caught into a long series of hopscotching articles that led from structural engineering to global monetary systems; from electromagnetism to a recently released book called “Liberal Fascism”.

    I am not a fascist. Quite the contrary. And that makes it doubly important for me to read and understand the opposition. But the result of all that somber self-education is a form of mental shell-shock and I was somewhat happy to have, in the end, stumbled across a light-heavy 1941 article by a woman named Dorothy Thompson, and published in Harper’s magazine, that still followed the general mood of my ponderous journey but happily offered to shoulder some of the burden itself.

    Dorothy Thompson was an American journalist, expelled from Nazi Germany in 1934. Harper’s printed an essay by her in 1941 entitled “Who Goes Nazi?“. It’s a kind of parlour game, she tells us. A mental party exercise to analyse the attendees and guess who would “go Nazi”. She says, for example, that:

    Nazism has nothing to do with race and nationality. It appeals to a certain type of mind.

    It is also, to an immense extent, the disease of a generation–the
    generation which was either young or unborn at the end of the last war. This is as true of Englishmen, Frenchmen, and Americans as of Germans. It is the disease of the so-called “lost generation.”

    Sometimes I think there are direct biological factors at work–a type of education, feeding, and physical training which has produced a new kind of human being with an imbalance in his nature. He has been fed vitamins and filled with energies that are beyond the capacity of his intellect to discipline. He has been treated to forms of education which have released him from inhibitions. His body is vigorous. His mind is childish. His soul has been almost completely neglected.

    And so she goes, one by one, around the various people at her hypothetical gathering and dissects them. Have a read of the article. While I don’t agree wholeheartedly with all of Thompson’s analyses, I do agree with her more than I disagree. I think she leaves out, for example, the Deceptive Do-Gooder, but I can’t work up the energy to progress this thought right now. Maybe later. Reading her smooth style of writing, you feel you are being spoken to by a friend. And so the last paragraphs are all the more telling:

    [T]he frustrated and humiliated intellectual, the rich and scared speculator, the spoiled son, the labor tyrant, the fellow who has achieved success by smelling out the wind of success–they would all go Nazi in a crisis..

    …Those who haven’t anything in them to tell them what they like and what they don’t–whether it is breeding, or happiness, or wisdom, or a code, however old-fashioned or however modern, go Nazi. It’s an amusing game. Try it at the next big party you go to.

    If something in you resonated to what Thompson wrote, go to her Wikipedia entry and scroll down to her Quotations. You’ll find more food for thought there.

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