Low Energy Jim

Firstly, in spite of seeing 2 of the 3 previous poodles (Grey and Apricot; White roared by in a truck a few days ago) I declare the cats the winners.  Wandering farther has taken me to their turf.  Census taking  stopped; no statistical analysis (test of means?  some type of chi-squared or poison thingy?)  to be applied.   Sorry that's not my job anymore.


Onward to me.


Not sure what any of them are, but my thoughts are scrambled. 

I woke up feeling it.  So I tried a day on Valium.  I can't say it made a meaningful impact.  On the other hand, perhaps it would have been a tough day without it.

Guts are "unsettled" so I don't know what is driving what.  Unsettled is not illness, just a predictable and mild discomfort.  It's kind of like reefing a sail, if you think you need to, do it.  In this case, return to the hotel. Easy.

Problem is that then I also end up taking a nap.  So, I'm generally well rested, but still not in the solar/lunar cycle I want.  Mitchell Feigenbaum, a personal hero for so many reasons, once experimented with a 26 hour day cycle.  It did not work well.  For anybody. 

I'm not looking for that. If the rhythm ends up being: Sleep until sunrise (circa 0630), wake and walk until about 1000, rest until 1600 (including 2 to 3 hours of sleep), then wander and dine around sunset (you guessed it: near 1830), retire to bed around 2000 there are no real worries.  And, less sunburn risk.

The sunset dining is nice.  But I'm becoming aware of the need to choose a non-Halal restaurant ("serve no pork" places are very crowded at sunset during Ramadan) generally.  I feel like taking a table away from somebody breaking fast is ... unkind.  It is generally considered a basic courtesy not to eat or drink in front of the observant.  It's not illegal, just rude.  Next door in Brunei, it's illegal. 

All that I knew before reading this today with my Laksa breakfast:

The follow up on the next page does reflect the harmony sought.

The son stepped in to apologize

Laksa ("biasa"/basic or  'Normal" ) sans prawns.
Prawns just ain't my thing.
The green chiffonade is the laksa leaves that give it the name.

Yeah, I'm part of the younger crowd there.  I love the place.
If I smoked...
Reading the physical paper.
Drinking Kopi or Teh.
I earned my spot.

After a return to the room and a nap.  I decided I no longer will to worry about time, steps, rhythms, and patterns.  Like "Intuitive Eating" (I endorse the practice) I will "Intuitively Rest. 

Well, It's not really that simple.  I like a watch so I can tell time quickly and easily.  That damn Fitbit doesn't.   Intitive Resting with healthy eating and Intuitive Walking will be fine.  I'll never worry about the damn time synch issues again.  Time to dig up my old automatic watch when I return to close up the California situation.

Not entirely sure what I'm eating actually is healthy.  It's cooked real time; the local supply chains have always been farm to table.   That combo feels good.  The risk of added sugar and  Asian Culinary Cocaine (ajinmoto, my friends, do not fear it) is real.  Especially sugar in the ais lemon.  But overall I am surely eating less hyper-possessed crap and things like sugar alcohols.  No Snickers bars or the like so far.

From the last few days.

Look at that grain.  It's dense and durable.
Given what I've seen of timber slabs on the web, this is an opportunity.
I guarantee the shipping would cost a gazillion dollars but the markups are still there for a custom table builder. 

What I consider a hazard to navigation. Sarawak C.G. sailed right past it at least 3 times.
That makes me wrong.

Egret, Stork, Crane?  Gulligan's Isle.
I still think a log that big is dangerous near the channel.
Recent flooding (before my  arrival) devastated homes and villages up river.

Let's do the math.
1 flat * (RM 11 * $0.25/RM) < $3.00 per flat
$3.00/25 eggs = $0.12 per egg.
Farm to table.
I regularly see tens of flats at purveyors.

Tom Waits rules.

Gado Gad from my St. Pt's Day lunch.  

Boiled potatoes (Irish!), hard boiled eggs, shrimp toast, fried midin (think fiddlehead fens), tempeh.
All slathered with a delicious spicy peanut sauce.
It's Indonesian.  So is 70% of Borneo.

The infamous "Oren" or "Oyen" showing the infamous Oyen attitude.
No, I will not take just 1 space, I'll take 2!
Miri drivers will respect a cat, yet no other road sign or impediment.
Stop signs will get a pedestrian killed - better to jaywalk.  Really.

What, you want to enter the doors behind me?  

I'm not even an Oren and I still say NO

I missed the seahorses until today.  A dozen times sat right here.

Insert: Slap and Tickle.
The ONLY words in English on this whole sign:

Massage Parlor of BDSM Club?
I'll report more on it later.

The things I'll do for my readers...
...Maybe even tell a funny story about BDSM and me.

Trope but a good one.

Never folded 'em, did he.

Leftmost window on 14th floor is my room.

The Subjunctive...perhaps.

The Imperative!

No skill involved; credit goes to physics, computing, and nature.

 

A word on the photography: Not one of these was made with a filter or an exposure setting.  I swapped photo/portrait/nightshot modes all to see what the camera did.  The different color pallets are because the different modes use different W/B, ISO, and exposure setting obliviously.  I miss doing that all myself and deliberately. Post pandemic camera world is coming back.  I'm going to have to look into a new camera.  Eventually. 

"When I'm settled" is a pretty operative phase these days.