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24.11.06 Five hundred posts
Somewhere along the line today, I crossed the 500 mark on this blog. And I noticed my posts have got more personal, like a TV show where the writers begin exploring the characters more. You know, I dislike those TV shows. I wish they would stick to the characteristics that drew me in and left the characters two-dimensional and wooden. For those who have the same tastes as me, I apologize.
But it has been quite a journey this year being a blogger—and to observe how things evolve, including what interests me. I believe my writing about everyday things is my way of balancing an ever-busier life. And, as I have also noticed, blogging beats contributing to some Yahoo! Groups, which I notice have become quieter over the last year. For me, and I am sure for others, blogging has replaced the groups as our outlet to share our opinion, part of an evolution in the democratization of technology where we are now all publishers. Posted by Jack Yan, 12:37 ![]() ![]() Farewell to the distinguished gentleman![]() This is very sad. Most of New Zealand society is gentle, so if this is a democracy, Don Brash should not be the exception in being a polite fellow—yet he was. Even if I complain about him, at least I found affinity with this aspect of his character. I imagine many New Zealanders did, and wish there were more people with a sense of civility in Parliament. Our only solution is to bear this in mind at the 2008 General Election, or even the 2007 local body elections. Who, we should ask, represents our character? Yes, even I might go on about charisma, but our choice should be the person who best reflects not just our policies (for these provide little guidance to what someone does when they are actually in power), but our character and manner. And perhaps even our mana—Māori concepts often go further than Anglo ones. Maybe then we can create a Parliament built around respect, civility and public duty—something sorely lacking with this present administration, and the smugness of the likes of the less than competent Finance Minister and the Foreign Minister-outside-Cabinet. Posted by Jack Yan, 11:59 ![]() ![]() Radio plug![]() Some of you may remember Helen Baxter from Knowledge Board, and now she and Chelfyn have become rather well known here for commenting on digital issues. It’s a Digital Life goes out every second Wednesday. These are useful programmes, as they give a glimpse into a possible future, nicely summarized. No one can ever predict the future, but at least we can dream. And as Brigid will tell you, I like living a little in the future. Posted by Jack Yan, 10:28 ![]() ![]() 23.11.06 TradeMe just spammed me![]() I realize the chances of detection are not great, since so many people in New Zealand have TradeMe accounts. But I am always wary of spam, and have a reasonably active Spamcop account just for folks like this. TradeMe, which, as far as I can tell, was ethical with emails back in the day when it was independent, seems to have fulfilled the fears of some people: that, part of a large, offshore corporation, it has begun to act in a very strange way. To the Australian parents of TradeMe: we Kiwis don’t like spam. Spam is not media: there is a difference. We don’t like other Australian companies sending us spam faxes to circumvent your domestic telecommunications’ laws. So lay off. All this does is damage your brands, and make us remember just how much better these companies were before we were forced to sell them to you. Posted by Jack Yan, 07:31 ![]() ![]() The next right step![]() The reasons Dr Brash cites are reasonably coherent and logical, though it’s clear he has taken a beating this year, first over his alleged extramarital affair, and now the publication of a book, The Hollow Men, critical of his party’s election campaigning. It matters little whether Key is competent or not at this point, in my view. New Zealanders tend to vote out governments rather than vote any in with passion, and as long as Key presents an image of a credible alternative, then National has a chance. It will depend on policy. For starters, I do not know what this guy looks like, and I live here. There are no pics of him in Flickr (as far as I can tell). He has marginally more Google references than me, though I imagine this will increase as of today. And when he had been interviewed on the radio, he wasn’t exactly charismatic, though he is an improvement on Brash. Being from the finance and capital worlds, Key may find it natural to side with big business, but that does not really contrast him. Under Labour, big business has found it far easier to seep into ordinary New Zealanders’ lives, with small and medium-sized enterprises facing extreme difficulty under its employment law and other legislative régimes. Should Key wish to win favour among New Zealanders, and present a financially sound policy for the country that could lead to a 2008 election victory, then a common-sense, fair approach to business might just work. But what I want to see is recognition of everyday New Zealanders’ hard work and contributions, something that the 1999 Bright Future programme his party initiated was meant to do. By championing the best talent, the innovative thinkers that New Zealand is so good at generating—and often losing to foreign nations—might just think twice about staying and benefiting their nation. Labour, by contrast, has done a lot to damage that drive, with government departments that are far from useful in encouraging trade and enterprise, and policies that have plenty of flash and little substance. Design and export programmes have the right buzzwords but litle follow-through. At the end of the day, I do not care which party begins delivering common-sense policies—only that they emerge. But Labour has had since 1999 to do this, and shows no signs of making the shift. Posted by Jack Yan, 03:36 ![]() ![]() 22.11.06 Six hours in LA![]() What is odd about LAX is how poor the design is, at least the terminals I had to use. Did the airport authority never sample other airports? I remembered it being far better before, but for some reason, nothing clicked this time. There is, from what I can tell, one elevator at the Air New Zealand–Virgin terminal to get thousands of passengers between floors. It had one speed: dead slow. If you were in a wheelchair, then this airport was saying, ‘F*** you.’ The décor is crap and nothing like what we saw on the Heather Locklear–Blair Underwood TV series on a year or two ago, which actually made LAX look modern. Instead, we are treated to a terminal which even the Air New Zealand check-in counter girl said was dull: at LAX, ‘There’s nothing to do.’ The Air New Zealand lounge, therefore, seemed like utopia—if you could find your way there. Still, with six hours to go, I could go and see Casino Royale weeks before it premièred in New Zealand, and decided to go into Manhattan Beach. Barbara and Thierry at the lounge told me that there was indeed a cinema at Manhattan Village. Thierry was, by my guess, a French Canadian, so here we have a Yank, a Canadian, and a Chinese guy all knowing about Manhattan Beach. Sadly, that did not mean that Mr Hughes, the cabbie, had any clue. With his football game volume turned up to maximum, he proceeded to ask me the address. I said I did not know after I got him to repeat his question four times: surely Manhattan Village would be obvious to someone who operated in the area? At least Manhattan Beach? No clue. He asked if I had a phone. I could not see the relevance of that, nor could I understand whom I should call. Nine one one? Instead, Mr Hughes dropped me two miles away from the cinema, since I knew we were getting nowhere fast, and I had to ask locals how to get there. A normal cabbie would have asked himself, or even driven around, but no, he would rather look thick. Speaking of thick, I had to walk the two miles back, in what the Californians call fog. I am sorry, chaps, but that ain’t fog. I have seen fog in three other continents, and have walked through it, and whatever that disgusting mist was there on Saturday was closer to foul air from hell that surfaced with the last episode of Angel and the first episode of Bones. I could feel the carbon monoxide levels rise in my bloodstream as I walked the two miles, not a cab in sight, not that I would be dumb enough to let lightning strike twice on this journey. What I experienced in those two miles was a sterility that America can do so well, a characterless neighbourhood with folks peering at you from beyond the poison air, or from the air-conditioned comfort of their Bugatti Veyron (yes, I did see one). You see, you need a flash car in America because if you didn’t have one, you would die of boredom. I got to the cinema, called the Pacific Theatre (yes, they do spell it correctly) and paid my US$8 for my fare. The film, as mentioned in my last post, was very good. It was nice to see a Bond that wasn’t predictable, even if I had read the book countless times. The screenwriters, which included friend-of-a-friend Paul Haggis, kept the Bond–Vesper Lynd affair at the end, a nice change from decades of scripts that demolished Fleming novels far worse than what Dean Martin ever did as Matt Helm. Let’s face it: Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery was closer to Thunderball than Never Say Never Again. And the abandonment of the flashing dot title sequence (while retaining a very different gun barrel) worked: this was Bond Begins, as Daniel Craig sought to discover a character that the audience already knew. That element worked far better because it was the core of the story, quite unlike when Ben Affleck took over from Harrison Ford as Jack R. Yan, I mean, Jack Ryan, in The Sum of All Fears. On exiting the cinema, I realized: this is California. People do not hail cabs after a movie in California. Crap. A Crown Vic went by and that was the last cab in Manhattan Beach. I asked a local where the nearest ‘taxi stand or cab rank’ was—I still do not know which term is correct for these parts. Basically, Jay, the Californian, said, ‘Good luck.’ But there was a nearby hotel, 400 yd away, which he could drop me off at once he located his 13-year-old son, who had also gone to see Casino Royale. I was quite prepared to walk it, but Jay insisted that he give me a lift. We went off in his CNG-powered Honda Civic. For all the poison fumes that I had sampled three hours before, I knew Jay was not responsible. He loathed the inconvenience of finding a CNG station; I tried not to be too smug when thinking that CNG was in New Zealand a long time ago, at virtually every petrol station in the country, and that it was abandoned for the most part in 1996. Still, at least Jay was one of the conscientious Californians, and I applauded him—this was a guy helping out a total stranger and tried to give a sense of down-home American hospitality. The hotel staff were charming, too, and one chatted to me about the availability of Nissan Skylines in New Zealand; while my Indian cab driver was the antithesis of Mr Hughes, offering clever conversation, and why he was putting himself through college. I got back to the lounge to shower, drink and eat, though an apple caused me serious indigestion. Was there fertilizer in the apple, made out of Californian poison air? So we had one Yank who was less than smart. Only one. You find that in any country. I encountered heaps of folks prepared to extend a hand of friendship. They might not apologize for the quality of their air, but they sure as heck make up for it by having the same, universal human values. When a stranger is in need, you give him a hand. Thank you, California: you did your state proud. In the words of the Governor, ‘You people, you are the true action heroes. I’ll be back.’ Del.icio.us tags: California LAX humour Posted by Jack Yan, 05:41 ![]() ![]() 11.11.06 Six hours in Hong Kong![]() The building I lived in is pretty downmarket now, and the yuppies (people like my parents) have gone. Even the apartment block across the road, which was being built in 1976, has been torn down and higher ones erected. But look at ground level and the smells, the people, and the character are unchanged. The Reds will be happy I wrote that, proving that they have kept Hong Kong the same since 1997. I have written elsewhere about that and don’t necessarily agree that multiple recessions in the last decade and Politburo-meddling croneyism are good things. But this visit proves the resilience of the Hong Kong people and now character is not something that can be easily dismantled. The strange thing is the amount of Mandarin one hears in transit: on the flights to and fro, there were Cantonese-speaking attendants, but the announcements were mostly in Mandarin and English (with German first on Lufthansa). To us southerners, at least southerners who left in the 1970s, this is as foreign a development as American street slang would be to al-Qaeda. It may be Chinese, but not as we know it. And, despite being a native, I can hear a distinctive accent on my mother tongue. Pity: I can no longer pass as a local in my own home town. Further, being someone who has travelled is no longer a credential of any particular importance, since Hong Kong is very much the global city. I never saw so many people without yellow skin there before. Del.icio.us tags: Hong Kong travel character change language accent Posted by Jack Yan, 11:56 ![]() ![]() 6.11.06 An Oasis in the SAR![]() The stylized i of OASiS represents the essence of both our company and Hong Kong: international, innovative and inspired. … The energy of our brand identity extends to the aircraft cabin interiors, where the theme is “refreshing and cosmopolitan”. colours are warm, inviting shades of purple, magenta and orange for the seat covers and aubergine for the carpeting. Our specially-designed seat cover pattern is called “infinite oasis,” and features an ever-continuing flow of dots that represents the joy of mobility and discovery. I can only assume the same person who worked on this worked on the subtitles for early Jackie Chan movies. The actual livery on the planes and the web site look pretty neat, admittedly, but not the puffery that goes along with it. Posted by Jack Yan, 20:35 ![]() ![]() 5.11.06 The United states of Tom![]() Or, I think Tom Cruise is reading this blog and trying to prove me wrong. Call me paranoid. Just don’t call me a Scientologist. Posted by Jack Yan, 09:47 ![]() ![]() I bet Robert de Niro had a Pug for longer![]() But what if I need one on demand and reasonably urgently, prepared to provide the manufacturer with a page (worth thousands) of coverage? There, because my surname is not Clarkson or Setright, it can prove harder. Peugeot and Renault have leasing programmes in Europe, so last month I checked out whether I could get a comp in their home country for a week. It was an outright no from the former, with an offer of $500 if I sold them my story and it got published. I am (inter alia) a publisher, so why would I wish to give my story to someone else? When I total up the coverage we have given Peugeot over the last year, it adds up to tens of thousands of dollars. I’m not swayed by the negative response: if a vehicle deserves coverage, I will find a way to get it. But you’d think there’d be a tad more quid pro quo, especially since I have owned one of their cars. Perhaps they are not happy that I bought from the competition. Still, I am not giving up. I’ve just filed a request at head office in Paris, but I would not be surprised if I wound up driving German. As far as I can make out, the longest term use of a Peugeot by a celebrity was for Columbo and that was a long time ago. And I can’t recall anything after Ronin. Posted by Jack Yan, 02:46 ![]() ![]() 4.11.06 What is Kiwiness?![]() I was fascinated to see the latest issue of Top Gear NZ, and I should note this magazine is doing very well. It’s a real success story and it is perceived as a local magazine. And I have to wonder what is it about the mix that does it, because inside are the usual columns by Messrs Clarkson and May, and for a few pages, it is as Pommy as it can get. When I read the editorial and the editor mentioned a Cavalier, I thought he meant a Vauxhall, not a Toyota. The envy comes in where he can make these world-class mags and they are perceived to have a Kiwiness about them, hence translating well to the patriotic side of the Kiwi buyer. Dish, the food magazine, is world-class and it kicks all its foreign and foreign-owned magazines so hard that their coverage looks like it was done by Garfield. It’s come in a week where two more folks have told my team that they thought Lucire is foreign, and on sale is the issue that has the New Zealand flag and a Kiwi girl—Amber Peebles, the local MTV presenter—on the cover. They mean it as a compliment, and the theory is that because we are so used to putting crap to our name, that if it’s this good, it must be foreign. Ironically, it is one of the very few domestically owned titles on the shelves—indeed, New Zealand Fashion Quarterly is the foreign entrant. Perceptions, however, are reversed. But my theory doesn’t stack up when you look at Dish and Idealog. These aren’t “so good they must be foreign”. And Idealog is not a particularly local name. Maybe I should accept that Lucire needs to be exported more, and that this is spirit hinting at the next export deal—and that I should pursue accordingly. After all, the local magazine publishers’ association won’t answer our membership enquiries, and the logical thing to do last year was to collaborate with the US equivalent. The brand, when I developed it, was always meant to transcend borders, hence it was geographically indeterminate, and now that it does post a profit, maybe the decision one should take is financing expansion, rather than acquisition. But it still doesn’t answer my original inquiry: what makes Kiwiness? If Jeremy Clarkson and Amber Peebles don’t affect geographic perception, then what does? Posted by Jack Yan, 01:20 ![]() ![]() 2.11.06 Stefan goes to NYC![]() Earlier this year, he gave what was probably the highest-altitude business lecture on a FlyNordic plane filled with businessmen. Not many speakers are in the 30,000 ft club. Posted by Jack Yan, 10:54 ![]() ![]() Marc versus Martha![]() The community has sided with her, probably because they sensed that she got a raw deal: while Ken Lay and his mates were running free, she was hauled before the courts and got done. Had the Enron trials happened first, I wonder if things would have worked out as well. Post-‘Yale’ Martha is a bigger celebrity than ever, with the sort of worldwide reputation that she lacked prior. Mention Martha Stewart to lay people outside America, and they would look at you puzzled five years ago. But if jail made Martha more famous, why do I still feel bitter about New Zealand sportsman Marc Ellis? He’s marketing his book, has huge displays everywhere for it, and yet we knew this guy was buying drugs that were a bit harder than pot. New Zealand media have forgiven him, but I still find his comeback leaves a sour taste. Maybe it’s the sheer illegality of Ellis’s cocaine versus Stewart’s share trading. I am sure he is a nice chap, and it goes to show what a friendly face and adoring fans will do to soften the blow. If he looked like a harder bastard, I doubt his mug would be in my local Paper Plus store window. Will New Zealanders buy his book, or will we make a judgement that we won’t buy from a cocaine user? And if we do not shun it, then will we admit the media have had a greater role in our forgiving Ellis than we think? Posted by Jack Yan, 10:53 ![]() ![]()
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