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Little girl dreams about farms, fairy tales and flying tigers

As we come closer to reverse engineering our own brains questions like this come up:

When we look at a glass of iced water, we perceive the liquid and the solid ice cubes as independent things even though they are intimately linked as part of the same system. How does this happen? Out of all possible outcomes, why do we perceive this solution?

No clue and I’ll raise you one: When do we begin to perceive that the liquid and solid ice cubes are dif? Because, guess what — I don’t think every baby does. In fact, just betcha that when they’re really little, kids see stuff a lot cooler than when they get older. Dr. Seuss and Sasha Shulgin (1925 – 2014) cool. Like liquid ice.

I mean, nobody knows what babies dream — right. Or toddlers. Just look at all the crazy illustrations below for some artists’ impressions. Because arguably the reason we tell kids fairy tales is because no one else would believe them. It’s obviously part of the process of peeling the water away from the ice cubes and getting your reality on.

Life starts in the barnyard, correct. My daughter, for example, knows very well that “horses like hay and goats like to play” — even though she’s only seen a couple actual horses, no goats, a few cows, the odd flock of wild turkeys. Because she’s into it — Massey Fergusun tractors, anthropomorphic scarecrow technology, old-school cowbells — all the stuff. Very basic, you say. But look how young you (probably) got involved yourself. So, yea, it would seem basic.   P1140141  Continue reading

Dump old spice and other tips for Indonesian cooking

After 500 years on the global #spice map, Jakarta is one gourmet -friendly city. This post is about how to make the spicy goodness of Indonesia work for you.  

Remember how you turned onto Indonesia? Was it about cooking? Food? Spices? Are we getting warmer?

Indonesian essential oils

Essential oil — Indonesia

We really are getting warmer, ’cause this Indonesian spice and herbal thing has begun to heat up. It used to be you could go for years in Indonesia without anyone making a big deal about spices. Because, after all, we’re talking about the Spice Islands where people demand savory food. But recently you see more restaurants catering to locals as well as expats that invoke the East Indies’ spicy history.  

After all, this is where even the poorest of the poor awake before dawn to spend hours grinding weeds and seeds into a savory base used to spark a flavorful paste to season a sauce which may just be one of the key ingredient of — shall we say — a dumpling . . .  to be elaborated over the course of hours or days, together with other exotic and disparate elements — some fresh, others not,  into a “simple” traditional Indonesian dish like siomay.

And not to miss the value added, in the take-away context, that’s going to come with three to five toppings and sauces, each individually-wrapped in leaves, plastic (and occasionally newsprint or recycled office paper). Depending on whether you ordered fish, fowl or neither, the toppings will range from dried onions and tiny chili peppers (eaten raw, as in Mexico) or shredded coconut, raw cane sugar, etc. Among the most common optional sauces you’ll to choose from a soy-based one, a peanut number, a spicy one — a million more but I forget them and can’t describe them at all in any language, but no reason to chose either, have them all, it’s included. And that’s how we make two-for-a-buck street food around here.

While the glut of fast food and convenience stores  that has accompanied the explosion of middle-class Indonesian consumerism over recent years will surely take its toll on the Indonesian palette sooner or later, for now I see peeps sticking fairly close to their culinary roots  and, I might add, bark, leaves, stalks and stems.

Yet buying spices in Jakarta is perhaps easier written about than done. Fact, is there’s a couple missing links in the supply chain. Women who grew up shopping at a traditional or village market (AKA wet market or pasar tradisional) and producers who used to sell there are now wandering around Carrefour, Ranch Market, and Hero looking for each other. But things are sorting themselves out fast and what I’ve seen over recent years mushrooming options and falling prices.Uh huh

Language and labeling is also a challenge.  Indonesian has many words for spice (rempa-rempabumbu, or hasil bumi) and yet for the most part cooking know-how is coded in regional languages like Sundanese, Javanese, etc. — not Indonesian. So sometimes it’s hard to hunt down spices that are actually here in Indonesia, let alone trying to substitute your way to French, Italian, Mexican or other gourmet greatness while based in Jakarta. It’s possible, but requires patience, as do special spice/herbal applications such as for diet, detox, jamu (traditional medicine), essential oils (minyak astriri), aromatherapy or other purposes.

Be as creative as possible because there’s a lot to (un)learn. Basically, the gist of it is to demand more from the Indonesian spice experience. Just think: if you can get the most essential oils at the mall in Melbourne and the sexiest of  shallots in San Fransisco, then it ought to be that much better here Jak, especially once you factor in prices. Right?

If you want to make this work, do yourself a favor and drop the “gingko is for grandpa” and “hops is for beer” riot upfront.  Hops is a brilliant sleep aid and, while the gingko research is ongoing, so far we know that it works for young and old men and women — at least for sex (get blood flowing several places).

It’s important to know the horticultural, historical background and cultural context for spices — like nutmeg and mace are the same species; black pepper and chili pepper aren’t related; and green/Bell peppers (which Indonesians, Dutch and others call paprika) and chili peppers are related.

And what about “old spice”? Just dump it. Ground nutmeg, ground black pepper, and whole cinnamon bark ,just to name a few, very frequently have funky stuff growing in or on them, or a funky smell, after just a few months of sitting in the spice rack in Jakarta. And sometimes the funky junk is already present when you purchase them at the store. I picked up some Mr. Boemboe dried basil that was infested with tiny beetles the other day and you can often see the little worm folk doing a Swiss cheese number on the nutmeg seeds while they’re still on the shelf at the supermarket.

Here’s some more Indonesian spice advice:

  • Start with the basics and focus on one spice/species (same root) at a time. As you might expect with kitchen science, it’s about building blocks and baby steps. So, learn as much as you can about varieties, sources, quality and uses of one plant.  Some of the most rewarding phytonutrients sources, mood changers and sex pals are roots, shoots, weeds and seeds you already know and love — coffee (biji kopi), tea (daun teh), ginger (jahe), tumeric family (kunyit), chili pepper (cabai), cinnamon (kayu manis), coriander (ketumbar), cloves (cengkeh) and pepper (biji lada) — sorry, for the short list.  That last one, BTW, is (indirectly) how we ended up with the piperizine family of chemicals, including everything from antidepressants to pepper spray weapons.
  •  Get some simple tools like the mashing stones, some mesh wire for drying things, a kitchen scale, etc. Now go buy some cinnamon sticks and make sure your outfit is robust enough to reduce them to a fine powder.
  • Re-task the maid from the ironing board to the kitchen to help with the unlearning process. Why not startw ith the bawang category (garlic and onions belong to this group), then move on to the non-pepper group which includes chili peppers (cabai), black pepper (lada) and green peppers (paprika). (See, even though in English the word pepper suggests a close relationship here, there really isn’t one.) Very soon you’ll remember from Anthropology 101 that food — especially spices — is entirely cultural. So, it’s really important not to say “as far as I know nutmeg is mostly for eggnog”;  or “yea, I think everyone knows that tumeric is good for you.” Ask instead, why the hell were people killing each other over nutmeg and what can tumeric do for you today.
  • Get in touch with your inner wet market. Sadly and despite a fairly solid traditional market lobby and even some well-intended regulations (which aren’t working), the traditional market may be on its last legs in Jakarta. And the situation is mirrored throughout Indonesia. (Yes, indeed — I’m talking about those horrendously freaky, leaky, smelly, dark concrete caverns where the maid buys veggies in the early a.m.)

But not to setres out, since something nearly as funky will surely take it’s place — just wait and see. If you’re near Block M, it’s already in place — that wet market has been relocated into a normal shophouse directly across from Blok M Square where it appears as a lovely “Asian produce” store. I suppose it’s resembles the original, more or less, except not as dark and cleaner and more user friendliness.

  • Jump-start your upstream spice knowledge by growing an herb garden. The only reason Jakarta isn’t a huge hippie magnet is I guess that people can’t imagine a Muslim hippie (actually yuppie, because you pay a pretty premium locally for seedlings, soil, fertilizer etc). But I can tell you what the Indo hippie /yuppie reads and it’s Trubus. Anyway, no need to read. Nothing could be easier than gardening in Jakarta. But have an Indonesian help you with it, if possible, to increase local relevance.
  • Reverse engineer a hot mug of jamu.  Jamu is Indonesian herbal medicine and it’s so universal you may never have heard of it if you live in Indonesia. But people overseas know about Indonesian spice and once they’re get hooked on classics like ginger coffee fortified with love herbs or cajuput oil  (little dab will do for aches and pains), hell with that revenue we may even be able to quit logging off the rainforests around here.
  • Find the local herbals section/shelf of your favorite Jakarta pharmacy (AKA apotik) to see for yourself how it all starts coming together. Yes, there is some risk in shelling out hard-won rupiah on an obscure botanical product from an unknown outfit in Central Java, but mostly just cash you’re gonna lose if it sucks. The  established cosmetic/spa/herbal makers (it’s a growth industry) lobby hard and the local press snoops pretty good on this one, to keep a good thing from going down the drain. There are exceptions, though. I would consume local/unknown essential oils a drop at a time only (build up gradually) and be very suspicious of whether or not cupid has figured out how to spike your pasak bumi (a relatively expensive natural aphrodisiac) with throw-away chemical sildenafil citrate (tell me if you need a ton, it’s also got some curious larger-than-life side effects ; )
  • Go for a little ethnic flavor. Remember, Indonesian is a catch-all, not an ethnicity. Tap centuries of traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) wisdom in China town at bespoke, made-while-you-wait herbalist shops behind the electronics market (that spans both sides of the main drag) in Glodok.  Or to to Pasar Baru for a little Indian touch. As for other go-now brick-n-mortal fix, you’ve got tons and growing retail options for spice/herbal/spa products at the mall these days (including Botani at Gandaria City). The grocers and fruiteers are also stocking more exotic natural teas, etc. There are also a couple people who do small scale wholesale and you can email me.

  • Just keep clicking to learn and buy in large quantities.  For instance here, on Nature’s Herb Form, you’ll find just about as much grass & oil info you’d ever need (local analog here if you’re pretty sure you’ve got the next-gen Coca-Cola almost market ready, check Indonetwork, Agromaret or even Kaskus for a wholesale hookup.
  • Make it good, but not too good. Eggnog and beer are pretty good examples. Remember, as a patent medicine, Coke had non-secret ingredients cocaine and kola nut. Now only one of those is still legal and there’s pressure on the other. Then, during prohibition they had to quit putting alcohol in Coke. And now they’re forcing kids to drink it without caffeine some times. As always, however, it’s still flavored with nutmeg.
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Homemade spice dyer

Calon Arang: The Lion, the Witch and the WordPress

Newer than the Odyssey and older than Hansel and Gretel?  Beowulf of Bali? Am I warmer? Hotter?

Are tongues of flame leaping from my nostrils and my mouth, devouring banyan trees and instantly turning nearby soldiers to charred mounds of flesh ??

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Friends, I really have no idea what to say about Calong Arang besides:

  • she was a witch and her name seems to mean “ready to barbecue” (swear! best translation I can make/find)
  • who practiced the blackest of magic and sacrificed kids to Durga
  • it’s a seminal tale, about 1000 years old, remembered better perhaps in Bali than Java
  • totally connected to Rangda (witch), Barong (the lion), and trance dance
  • Pramoedya covered it in The King, the Witch and the Priest A Twelfth-Century Javanese Tale
  • one of the first Indonesian films (1927) went there; but now it’s lost (not the 1985 one)
  • crops up a lot in Indonesian plastic arts, wayang and theater
  • Gregory Bateson, Margaret Mead and Hildred Geertz (once married to Clifford) are among the only folks who’ve managed to comment at all without wholesale  copy-pasting Wikipedia and ripping off jpegs from DeviantART

So Hildred Geertz (it seems) pointed out that, in Bali, it’s real magic — not just a story about magic — and the costumes are a big part:

 [N]otions that [it’s] just a story are dispelled on recognizing that … the play is a practical act of attack and defense in a world teeming with … invisible beings …. who are willful, irritable and easy to anger, but [can also] be … benevolent ….  [I]n Balinese rituals, the masks and [the] play bring the spiritual beings into contact with humans where they can be … bargained with, entertained and even threatened. 

Enacting a narrative such as Calong Arang is a means for communicating with these beings and one of the main channels are the masks themselves, for masks can be, in Bali much more than mere costumes [77]. 

Images of Power:  Balinese Paintings Made for Gregory Bateson and Margaret Mead

I warn you, stick with Google images. No matter what language you speak you’ll find nothing relevant about this topic. And if you go to a performance titled “Calon Arang,” again, that’s like saying “Hansel and Gretel.” It could be almost anything.

Spooky, man. Real spooky 8 ]

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Dances with horses — from jatilan & kuda lumping to gangnam & merengue

Four-legged men and women, which are common in global mythology, prove the human-horse connection is an old one.

From Indonesia’s mystical and trance-linked jatilan (also jathilan) and kuda lumping, to the refined steps of the Korean gangnam style — the equestrian tradition remains an inspiration for choreographers and dancers.

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Video below shows Indonesian horse spirit possession, although with horses rare in the archipelago, monkey spirit possession — being possessed by the spirit of a monkey– may actually be as common.

While in Indonesia trance dance is a time-honored way to put the whole village on edge, possession by the spirit of Janet Jackson (videos below) only began gaining popularity in the early 1980s (Jackson was born in 1966).

A relatively uncommon hybrid form of Indonesian dance/drama: simultaneous possession by the spirit of Janet Jackson and a horse (unknown breed):

In the inimitable “merengue” idiom, here’s one from the inimitable Kinito Mendez:

EDITOR’s NOTE:

Why yes, a little editorial horseplay may be involved, but all in good fun, and to celebrate the fact that #jathilan was recently deemed the “world’s worst art form” by the Bibit Waluyo, the governor of Central Java (where an estimated 500-plus jathilan dance troupes and groups).  He said he didn’t mean it. Perhaps he was simply embarrassed by a bad performance. It’s just kind of a funny statement.

Jathilan and dance/performance traditions shows are truly on the weird end of the horse-play spectrum, but very popular here in Indonesia. Based on You Tube and Flickr, it looks pretty cool. So, I’m sure towns all over West Java, East Java and Malaysia will take the reins if Central Java decides it really is over the bamboo horse dance, after all these centuries. Bali separate but related forms of mane-ia and circumstantial evidence suggests the Madurese are also  hot to trot.

PLEASE COMMENT or FOLLOW, especially the trance dance channel for objective information about trance dance and spirit possession in Bali, Java and Madura.

Tips for Managing Domestic Staff in Jakarta

I’ve  revised my two-year old tips based on a couple more years of experience as well as a dozen underlying assumptions about what its like to employ and be employed within Indonesia’s “informal sector.” By the way, the Indonesian word I have in mind is pembantu —  literally, “the help.”

These tips apply more to expat families who are in Indonesia for longer periods; who employ household staffers for a broader range of tasks; and who employ Indonesian at least some of the time for managing them. So if someone says they “could care less as long as the laundry is done” I suppose that’s fair enough.

Finally, I’m going to assume  your housekeeper or hired help is female. In fact, that’s not always the case, please forgive me.

Tips for hiring household staff

  • Indonesians say a domestic staffer (pembantu) should be jujur (honest) and kerja keras (hard working). Here are three more traits which ought to make sense to you no matter where you’re from (if you can guess what they are : ) inisiatif, kreatif, and berdisiplin.

Maids in Jakarta

  • Try to find a happy medium between wait-and-see and make-the-shoe-fit while a new staffer is still on training and probation. It may be a disappointment to spend a lot of time only to determine she won’t work out.  But it’s more likely to work if you go ahead and manage all those expectations early on.
  • Make sure your staffers know that the traditional “thirteenth month” bonus system is in place (it should be). Making it work for 12 months is a reasonable goal on both sides.
  • Working as a maid doesn’t require necessarily literacy (sure helps); but hiring one does. The basic terms of your maid’s employment, the agreed work calendar, and your expectations and notes about her performance should be written down, even if it’s just in a notebook sitting on the kitchen table.
  • Can’t figure out why your maid works so hard? Possibility because you do; although the reverse could be true.

Tips for tasking and training household staff

  • Does it work to have an interpreter, personal assistant or friend who also does your laundry? Maybe. But try to keep an eye on the “mission creep” and identify potential unhappy endings. Otherwise, hire an actual personal assistant so your maid can focus on the housework.
  • Your maid likely isn’t trained as bank teller or accountant.  Make things easy on yourself by not leaving valuables lying around or insisting she keep careful track of money. This is a waste of her time, especially in a paperless world like the traditional market. (I’m not saying to “let her keep the change,” which seems obviously a bad idea.)
  • Keep track of the relative strengths and weaknesses of your staff and use this for tasking. The relevant skill set is broad; you could conceivably have a “maid” doing anything from gardening to nannying and you may choose to re-task instead of re-hire. Still, it’s hopeless to have someone who is spatially unorganized tidy the closet, etc.
  •  The day your staffer fails to show up is the day that you must not. A decision has to be made and communicated to everyone involved about what happened, why, what happens next, what happens next time, etc. Likely as not it really was flu, flood or funeral — just like she said. You did catch what she said, didn’t you? If not, ask for an SMS. Try to figure it out. This shouldn’t require much time nor should it be postponed too long. Tips for losing household staff

Tips for losing household staff

  • Communicate as succinctly as possible how expectations weren’t met and follow up immediately with action, such as requesting return of keys, belongings, etc.  It will be easier to fire your staffer if the expectations and communications are already there in the first place. This is not the time for “misunderstandings.”
  • Don’t share the details. Third parties must be content to know that “she had to take some time off” and the confidentiality will generally be to the advantage of both household and staffer (especially if she reapplies in the future).
  • Sometimes it really is easier to do it yourself: don’t be surprised to discover that a dozen household bugs are zapped the day your maid walks out. That’s why she’s gone, right? Then in three days when you’re sick-to-death of doing things the easy way and start interviewing again, don’t forget to share your best practices with the new maid.
  • Someone you can’t trust who has access to your house should be released. But avoid paranoia. Install CCTV and do periodic security audits, including the servants quarters. But try not to worry about what happened to the Rp 20,000 you left in your pants pocket last Thursday. Whether it’s sneakiness or poor stewardship, being suspicious will undermine trust and worsen the situation.

Cara bikin blog — tips & trips untuk blogger baru

Apa artinya blog?

Blog itu adalah : web + log, sedangkan sebuah log adalah buku hari-harian — seperti pakai kapten kapal. Sering kali kapten, penjelajah maupun ilmuwan berwajib mebuat buku catatan (log) — kecuali mau lupa/rugi/tabrak sekalian.  Tapi siapa bilang semua blog mesti menarik atau keren. Tidak mesti. Semua tergantung.

Blog bukan rahasia malah umum dan publik. Jadi, jangan mencoba ngblog dalam isolasi.  Silahkan ngcek duluh pendapatan orang sebelum posting. Kalau sudah di posting sama orang lain, tidak usah di ulangi — kecuali kurang jelas, tidak menarik, jadul, dll.  Kalau emang begitu, silahkan di rapikan atau meperbarui aja. Dan jangan lupa kasih link kpd aslinya.

Kenapa post blog biasanya pakai link?

Karena kami ngblog dalam lingkungan publik sedangkan link adalah teknik untuk menujuk, seperti   . . . . .>>>>ini (cara bikin blog WordPress) dan/atau  ini (bedanya blog gado2 dan blog niche).  Pemakaian link  bisa menciptakan konteks, kredibilitas dan kedalaman secara cepat.

Yakin gak orang akan membaca posting saya?

Sebenarnya, pembaca anda yg pertama dan utama selalu menjadi Google, Yahoo, dll. Jika Google suka blog  anda, dewa itu akan di promosikan, secara tidak dikubur lagi dibawa konten orang lain. Setelah itu, pasti orang datang. Jangan lupa: Google menyukai  tulisan yg menarik, terfokus dan  unik. Tidak usah rumit atau canggih – sederhana juga okey. (Tentu, Google senang juga kalau pakai foto yg menarik, unik dan berkualitas.)

Apa saya mesti modalin banyak waktu untuk memiliki blog bagus?  

Beberapa aset dan keterampilan yg relevan untuk anak blogger: mata utuk theme/meme/dream unik dan menarik; latihan menulis; disiplin sebagai editor ; ) keberanian menghadapi teknologi baru (tidak pernah berenti belajar), keyakinan desain grafis, dan keramahan dan kesediaan untuk terhubung dengan orang lain (networking, promotion).

Waktu juga penting. Pas kemarin ada blog visitor yg pasang comment kpd posting  lama  yg justru itu. Makanya, minta izin beralih kdp bahasa inggris untuk jawap seperti berikut:

How much time does blogging take?

(The Indonesian above says about the same as the English, below. I just wrote it twice to prove a point about how much time you can waste blogging ; ) 

Comment 

Howdy! I understand this is somewhat off-topic but I had to ask. Does running a well-established blog such as yours require a large amount of work? I’m completely new to blogging however I do write in my diary daily.

I’d like to start a blog so I can share my own experience and thoughts online. Please let me know if you have any kind of ideas or tips for new aspiring blog owners. Thank you!

Response: 

Well, I had one blog b4 this one. I proved to myself it was not only doable but good for cheap thrills, a type of instant gratification publishing (aside from business purpose, which many blogs have, including this one).  So I started Instant Expat  with this particular post, which prolly took longer to write (and was separately published). But at the time I felt it was like “an anchor.”

Blogging is fun, challenging and good therapy but — as you say and as I learned — a time sink. Comic  writer and clue-giver Warren Ellis says something about blogging that seems on topic:

I think blogging is a muscle that most people wear out. Also, Twitter’s taken over the curational role in large part, so that the interesting weird stuff comes to me rather than me having to seek it out and paste it on my blog so I don’t lose it. Tumblr’s my visual notebook, these days.   

Anyway, for sure as hell it depends on how you do it. For the most part, if you care about hits, when you create a web blog (blog) you need to log more than just your thoughts; although straight-up  thoughts might be well suited for a micro-blog  platform like Twitter. Because isn’t a blog  more about how your experience is connected  to others’ ? Kind of like,  where you see things going from where you’re coming from; backed up with examples on the web. But  linking requires research and that leads fast to expertise, even credibility, thus further increasing time investment (but not necessarily hits).

Still, it’s entirely possible that what you think and write about every day is unique and falls in an organized way into some type of  niche that  Google knows about. If so, then yes, just keep doing what you’re doing in a new format. The free version of WordPress isn’t great (OK, it sucks : ); but someone like me would have no problem wasting days on end blogging even with state of the art subscriber tools.

Unless you literally have secrets to share — or plan to leverage real-life popularity (friends, esp. bloggers) or maybe graphics/ photography assets (another time sink) then — totally wild guess — in a market like mine, it may take a year or so of semi-diligent posting (three times a month) to reach a point where you can step back, take a breath, feel some accomplishment and decide what’s next — another blog, a wider audience, another online business endeavor, another genre of writing etc.

Of course if you live a fascinating life and you know crazy cool stuff is going to happen to you, no sweat. Just kind of open an online channel and broadcast. Again, Twitter might be better. Although a tweet ain’t much to look at there’s an immediacy with Twitter that makes a blog feel last year (as I recently discovered).  And the “followership” with Twitter is  totally dif. than a blog or Facebook.

But no matter what, just you do the opposite of what I do and you should be OK. The thing about blogging is that it seems to be a mature genre — lot of pros, i.e., content specialists posting on a daily basis on behalf of an employer or client. Drudge was a blog (and still looks like one) –and Huff post. So it’s a long wayz baby already. While there’s no need to go head to head with pros, it has driven up expectations of web visitors regarding blog looks and functionality.

Here’s a blog that also covers Indonesian street-level wackiness (among other things) but with much more method to the  madness. Not only is it based on a better blogging platform with bells and whistles (these work), the dude has also found a way to simply spend less time per post and still get the hits he’s after.

http://al-terity.blogspot.com/

Are there reasons to blog besides getting hits. Surely. But there aren’t too many reasons for spending countless hours on posts that  few will ever see. Depends though. Maybe it’s part of how you’re writing a book? Maybe it really is for your grand kids? Can’t really say.

One more thing — and I guess this is the real reason you should spend only a fraction of the time I do on each post — you just don’t know what’s going to be a hit.  And when something turns out to be a hit — I don’t do this either — then you really need to find out why.

Reduce, reuse & recycle in Menteng and Kuningan — MY DARLING Garbage Bank

I took these pictures for  my neighbor Yennie Moelyanie Hidayat who runs our just-launched neighborhood garbage bank, Bank Sampah My Darling.

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HOW TO RECYCLE in MENTENG/KUNINGAN |

Address:   Jl. Sultan Agung 20, near Apotik Merdeka (between Jl. Guntur and Jl. Halimun)  

Hours: It’s open on Wed. and Sat. from 10:00 to 2:00. 

This project is based on a locally recommended model that is in line with Jakarta city bylaws and other regulations listed below.  However, Ibu Yennie’s creativity — especially her concept of reuse —  makes this project different.  Just look at what she makes out of Aqua bottles!

Most (not all) of the creations are Ibu Yennie’s and you can purchase them or learn how to do it yourself.  Please email for  more information.

Here’s how the garbage bank system works:  you drop off your pre-sorted aluminum, paper, cardboard and plastic (Weds or Sat). It gets weighed and credited to your account using the passbook system. Later you can withdraw and convert to cash.

More important that the cash,  this is an opportunity to join a creative, fun, practical local community. The hard part might be finding the place, so here’s a clue:

Start at Pasar Rumput as if you were going to the Shangri-La hotel. Stop after you pass the military police headquarters on Jl Guntur but before you reach the Halimun intersection and busway — just before the Merdeka drug store. In other words, it’s directly on the main drag that follows the canal between Menteng and Kuningan (on the Kuningan side). 

If you’re looking for an easy win-win recycling solution in this area (incl. CBD, Setia Budi, Benhil, Tebet, Thambrin, etc) then why not start with aluminum cans.  You’ll instantly make new friends if you by with a bunch of cans.

Concept based on:

• Perda DKI No.8 Tahun 2007
• UU No.18/2008 tentang Pengelolaan Sampah
• Draft Naskah Akademis Rancangan Perundang-undangan Pengelolaan Sampah
• Masterplan Pengelolaan Sampah 2012-2032

Please email for more info.

Kuningan Cowbow: free range Jakarta

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They call Jakarta the “Big Durian.”  There’s no fruit in the world that turns off the average Joe like a Durian. But sometimes you find a guy — and here I’m talkin’ about the fellow pictured below, who  . . .

Well, let’s just say that sometimes there’s a man who just kind of fits in there: he’s the right man for his time and place. He’s the dude.

Looking chipper and smelling only faintly of cow dung, the dude recounted how he’d spent spent several decades herding out there (approximately, counting a few years herding around Mampang, too) — the lonely life of an Javanese cowboy.

Just holler and I can swing by his camp in the wee hours when Stadium waxes and BATS wanes to see if he’s really out there on the prairies behind ANTV at all hours and in all types of weather. But with no hired hand and his wife and kids just a stone’s throw away (roughly behind KPK), I think maybe he is.  As I reckon criminal and civil mayhem would hunt him down forthwith if he were to leave the animals unattended (any more than they are at present ;  )

I snapped a couple shots of Jakarta folk soaking up the pastoral/urban anomaly as a convoy of cement mixers rumbled by en route to a construction project visible on the horizon in Meteng Atas.  Exposed now, this vacant lot was formerly where Jakarta hid the unwashed and unwashable — like this guy  approaching now, pedaling a vast block of melting along on his bike, his head bundled in rags like  a true peasant. And this kid  — whoa, missed him, no photo  — wandering aimlessly and then exiting stage left, wearing a big ol’ smile but no pants.  Nothing. And the men and women hunker atop a pile of rubbish, sorting it, just on the other side of the wall from the garbage staging area shown dozens of times in the recent  BBC’s video special “Jakarta: Worst Place in the World to be a Bin Man.”

I asked Djoko about how his herding operation had changed over the years, as banks and law firms slowly and unsteadily replaced squatters, in line with the conventional wisdom that trying to get the kampung out of Jakarta makes about as much sense as filling the holes in Swiss cheese.

With a twinkle in his eye he let on that the relevant folks —  real estate developers, facilities managers and building security, I’d guess — aren’t always thrilled to see just how at home he and his herd are, ranging out there between Menara Imperium and Taman Rasuna in search of grazing options, which he says are now much harder to find. As personable and chatty as the next guy,  the lone ranger intimated that he didn’t take bullsh*t from new kids on the block, either. (Although, in fairness, he does provide a little now and then ; )

So I don’t know about the Cohen Brothers, but I take comfort that the Kuningan Cowboy’s out there “takin’ ‘er easy for all us sinners.”

[Background

So I started blogging because I wanted to extend the shelf life of a book review I wrote and published about a  Leonard Lueras coffee table book on Jak.  (Mr. Leonard was actually staying at the Sharehouse while working on the book.) And so in the book Irfan Kortschak has a chapter about the Betawi that envisions somewhere, “thirty-some floors down” in a “soon-to-be-developed” patch of green a guy is herding goats and smoking a kretek. 

And I really like the zoominess. Plus he invoked MC Escher. Anyway, since the patch still isn’t developed and the cows aren’t going anywhere — well, except for occasionally down to the Bakrie ranch for a little line dancing and so on — if I could take pictures, I’d eventually have something kinda trippy. ]

Instant Expat bluffing, holds single pair of unsolicited Internations endorsements (Malte Zeecke & Simona)

OK, I admit it. I’m an amateur blogger, I never read other people’s blogs, I can’t  optimize my own — not even the blogroll  using WordPress.

And when I  post — which is rare —  it’s stuff that would seemingly  appeal to only the most  severely limited subset of who’s online:  people who actually can’t read or use the Internet but would still like to see some antique photos of Jakarta back in the day, junior high fans of  Indonesian reggae, and people  interested in what a 19th century Java-based German mushroom expert  who published in Dutch had to say about atheism.

So let me just apologize in advance to readers (if any) for the Internations stunt. I know it was unfair and unattractive. In fact, I’ve never been to Brussels and they never asked me to be Internations 2013-14 Blogger Partner or help on Millennium Development Goals (MDG) 4 or 5.  Those  times I did make it mid-week schmooze-and-booze?  I just walked in. They did not waive the specially-negotiated Rp 300,000  per-event fee one pays (unless one has already paid Internations membership fees, in which case its Rp 250,000 ).

Meanwhile, back on the farm in Madura . . .

What I’m holding is a single pair of unsolicited endorsements, to wit:

  •  “Most Captivating  Read,” for our “About” tab (from Simona, June 2012);  and
  • “Most Convincing Quality” [no laughs], (from Malte Zeecke), for our  March 2012 post titled ” Instant Expat Phenomenon — why Jakarta is such mad fun and how to get a piece. “

Thing about expats these  days — you know, those  oddballs  who abandon baby, best friend and bathwater  to live weird  in different places — well they’re  spoiled when it comes to  a shot at community and a chance to misfit-in even better.

Example: it’s Expat Blog, a self-explanatory, interactive channel providing society action for the socially challenged. Here you’ll find some 50 pages of Jakarta listings, each with links to 30 blogs, for a grand total of nearly 1500 Jakarta-based expat bloggers representing 75 nations and including the Instant Expat (running on the Puerto Rican ticket ; )

So what does three-of-a-kind beat?

Neil Young in Jakarta

Expat Neil Young was the guy who said “every man needs a maid.” Funny thing is, my mom used to clean house for one of the members for CSN&Y.  I wonder if it was British invader Graham Nash. He had all his gold records in the bathroom, that’s what I know for sure. That would have been in or near Portola Valley, CA ca. 1974. It was not honorary American Neil Young who, turns out,  is yet another Canadian.

Anyway, on somewhat inexplicably grey day here in Jak, as I was saying, his funk stuff’s amongst us.

As Ben Harper said about Bob Marley (paraphrase), I don’t mean no nonsense or nothing, you know? I mean, I think I’m about as grounded as the next guy. I think I have a relatively realistic perspective of things — from where I’m coming from. But I know, that Neil Young — this rock star I just barely learned about  — is more than just an ordinary man. I’m convinced of that.

And not only is the Youngish, fun-loving, avacado-w/-maple syrup -flavored spirit present here in Jakarta (the homeland of the free and home of the brave), but you can also access his website by clicking  http://www.neilyoung.com/ (which you should do by all means — fun and funny as hell).

Another funny thing — maybe this happened to you — is that I liked Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young and the Byrds but still didn’t know who Neil Young was. (I just barely discovered the Hollies, thanks to a friend .)

I had a vague notion this Young dude may have been moonlighting as as a high school art teacher in Texas because — do you remember Beavis & Butthead’s long-haired, guitar-playing art teacher who sings Lesbian Seagull accompanying himself on acoustic guitar as the school bus is going over the cliff? That guy. The other bands  are the CSN&Y pedigree, background or whatever you call it.

Gunung Gede-Pangrango, Jakarta’s Twin Peaks

I’m been thinking of a city by the mountains and the sea. A dozen million people and it’s pretty as can be. LA? Rio? Nope, it’s Jakarta.

Because this is where, on a very clear day in Feb. — if you can just find a south-facing window about 25 stories up . . .  that opens,  you’ll see the lush volcanic range that backgrounds and backstops greater Jak.Mt. Pangrango — let’s call her Gede-Pangrango.

Mt. Gede means big in Javanese and reminds me — why would it be — of the Grand Tetons back in the other state abbreviated ID.  And it does beat all, since up there it’s covered with sage brush.

Anyway, here’s what the official tourist literature from around 1900 had to say about these twin peaks:

In the west monsoon [Dec.-Feb.] the volcanoes of the Preanger district are (p. 50) often visible from [Jakarta Bay]. From West to east they are called the Salak, the Panerango-Gedeh, and the Tangkoeban Prahoe.

Lithograph by German-born naturalist Franz Junghuhn (1809-1864)

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Jakarta pharmacies that don’t suck

I’m going to update my post on 24/7 drug stores in Jakarta and here’s the question: What’s a good pharmacy in Jakarta for hard to find drugs?

Answer depends, really. That’s why you have to try all of them. This process (do it at night or pay the price) also results in important Jakarta drug information that you need, since Indonesian docs aren’t great communicators.

Here are your options in no particular order:

1. Melawai is sexy as a disco with fairly good service and lots of drugs. But they take zero risks and thus won’t try very hard to figure out what you actually need or help with substitutes. And they may require a prescription for things you should be able to get OTC elsewhere.  Disappointing really.

2. Century chain is crowded and full of hype but stocks lots of drugs. Avoid everyone but the pharmacist him/herself. The rest are useless. Know exactly what you want and don’t browse. There are a lot of these and so experience will vary. Some good folks in there.

3. Guardian chain is sometimes conveniently located, but generally unreliable or else slightly weird.  They don’t like to fuss with prescriptions.

4. Kimia Farma is a necessary evil. They’re gov. owned. So supposedly that’s good for something. But they’re way, way to confident about the sorry, sorry show they run — but often friendly. Have to be in the mood to deal with them.

5. Titi Murni in Central Jak is said to “have everything.” It’s usually the best for filling prescriptions. They know whether or not it’s available. Service leaves a lot to be desired, mostly because they’re understaffed.

6. Apotik Indonesia on the border of S. and Central Jak (Jl. Salak) sucks for no reason. They’ve been around a long time and actually have quite a bit of stuff. But the attitude of the employees is beyond bizarre. It’s like they’re on strike but still show up for work every day. Give it a miss.

7. Apotik Rini in East Jak. Well deserved reputation for being well stocked. Professional in their own psuedo-aloof way. Quite often worth going out there. The wait at ancient mosquito-ridden joints like this one and Titimurni should prove they have more drugs than Century and that’s what customers care about.

8. Pharmacies at the bigger hospitals. Good way to waste a lot of time. Sometimes its the only way to get what you’re looking for. But definitely hit and miss. Still, worth a try if it’s the middle of the night.  Also, I wouldn’t be surprised if a one-of-a-kind hospital like RS Cipto did have some unique offerings at the pharmacy.

9. No-name, non-pharmacy drug stores (little infrastructure, may appear unlicensed). This is a toko obat and sometimes has what you need. Esp. if it’s an old remedy that works but big pharma hasn’t figure out how to milk it. Eg, tramadol, ie, ultram.  Some specialize in herbals or Chinese medicine, which means they may not have basic stuff like cough syrup or whatever you’re looking for.

10. Apotik Senopati. No complaints. Make sure you get their attention and communicate exactly what it is you want and they’ll do it.

11. Skin centers. Is this a good place to look for drugs specially for the skin? Yes, it is.

12. That K24 place. They try pretty hard, sometimes get it right. Pretty new, however. Not my first choice.

So what about everything that isn’t on the list?? Well, appreciate if you could COMMENT about all that stuff and how it works in your area.

One thing I’ve noticed is that unless you’re looking for something totally specialized — body building, Chinese, herbal, openly counterfeit, etc.  — then you go to the old, established players or whatever chain seems to be doing the best in your area. The mom and pop shops mostly just survive by selling cough syrup to new parents.

Dealing with Indonesian drug dealers

One reason for going to a lot of drug stores is to do cross-comparison of the reactions you get when you present your scrip. Another reason is because, for some reason, most drugs stores will only have a fraction of the things the doctor has scrawled out for you.

Here’s what you need to somehow find out despite language barriers:

1. What’s the common name for the stuff on the scrip?

2. How much does each item cost?

3. How much of the stuff is optional?

4. Any overlap between optional and expensive items?

5. Does the pharmacy have enough of the things on your little shopping list to make it pulling out your wallet and waiting around for half an hour or so? If not, give ’em a big smile and take off.

Next, here’s how to second guess the pharmacist and his/her staff:

  • Do they seem to need more information? Did the doc maybe get it wrong? In which case you have to assure them that whatever they have is exactly what he meant.
  • Are they totally negative from the get-go? In that case, maybe the doc is prescribing stuff that’s just not on the market. Often the person him/herself doesn’t really know the deal, but you can often read between the lines. They won’t tell you when something has been discontinued. But if they’re kind of chuckling or else totally uninterested, –there could be a little problem. Sometimes they come across as forceful– “We don’t have it” — to make you think they never have it. Why? They just get tired of turning people down and don’t want to get asked anymore for a while.
  • Did they totally blow you off? Could be they actually have it but for some reason can’t give it to you (saving it? problem with the scrip? ) They don’t like to lie.  So they’ll use other language to communicate their “no joy” message.
  • Are they taking any shortcuts? Like not telling you what it is they’re about to sell you? Like not giving you a new prescription with the remaining things they weren’t able to provide you? Like not itemizing prices so you know what’s what?
  • Do they have something in mind they want to sell you and are only asking information so as to get that to come up faster? The vitamin girls are supposed to do that, of course. No matter what you’re looking for, they’ve got vitamins for you. But the pharmacist shouldn’t be involved at all.

One love — Jakarta celebrates Valentine’s Day and the Prophet’s birthday with reggae in the park

St. Valentine’s Day is a Roman Catholic-derived holiday which captures the imagination of some Jakartans. This year Gangsta Rasta and friends put on a free reggae concert in the park. Meanwhile, Maulid Nabi refers to the birthday of the prophet Muhamad.  Its observance in many Islamic countries is at matter of custom and often involves lights, processions and poetry. Both celebrations, on the 2011 calendar, got bunched up in the same three-day weekend last year. Would there be a collision?

Valentines Day Jakarta

Anak reggae

Red-pink-and-white ads and merchandise are everywhere this time of year in Jakarta. Most of the hype is directed at adults, including the Westernized and expats. But even a child could figure out that Valentine’s Day is for lovers.

The subtler shades coloring this lovely holiday — like who was Cupid and did he have a crush on Plato — may require explaining for those who aren’t up on their Greek and Roman history. It’s true — you know — there are many ways to say love in Indonesian. And even romantis isn’t used the word you’d think. One common V-day localization is “Hari Kasih Sayang”  which is “Care Day” and fails to provide any clue as to just how sexy the holiday is (oops — I mean, can be cuz that all depends on if you’re married or not ; )

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Bombing Bali — 60 years ago today in the Dutch East Indies

~~ A Japanese plane approaches what is today Jakarta in this game illustration  ~~

In late January of 1942 step-grandpa , Robert F. Graf, was just getting the hang of dog fights. Quoting Tennyson he later wrote (all caps as usual : ) STORMED AT WITH SHOT AND SHELL, BOLDLY THEY FLEW AND WELL.

Sixty years later I find myself getting more interested in Java from/in the air. (Getting high on Java?) But not only Java, Bali too. And looking at Java from Madura and Bali.

And so the awesome illustrations by farang65 is an artist’s depiction of what the Java Bomber was looking at as he was shooting and being shot at. For the most part, I imagine, he was just trying to figure out how to stay in the game (so many of the guys he came over from Salt Lake City with failed to do that). However, the earth’s own skin may have given him pause. I think Jez  O’Hare’s body of ultralight photography proves this is a singularly good-looking part of the world.

Meanwhile, “Big Bob” the Java-n-Bali Bomber was a good looking guy. At least according to his memoirs.

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Fitness First @Oakwood (S. Jakarta) Costs Rp 500,000/ month

The reason I mention it, is because I just signed up for another four months and I’m looking at the receipt. Also, fitness is serious business here in new Jak city and FF is a no-nonsense outfit. Folks are nice and they don’t fast talk you. You can let your membership expire and sign up again at the same rate and they won’t even pretend that you can’t. They accept your cash at — you know — cash value. No card games.

The views aren’t quite as good as Grand Indonesia but they’re less cluttered, too.

As for Plan B, would you rather be surfing, sailing, jogging in Jak?  A shame really that Jakarta isn’t located in British Colombia, New South Wales or California. It would be a perfect fit as people in Jakarta are relaxed and even mildly outdoorsy.

Fact is, Jabotabek (ugly name but Jakarta/Bogor/Tangerang/Bekasi’s all jammed together crazy like that) is sandwiched between a volcano and the port of Sunda Kelapa.  And as we approach 30 million souls, we’ll be catching up with Canada.

So you can say that you’re going surfing — and you might. But in Jakarta, even the likes of Timothy Ferris (4-Hour Work Week/4-Hour Body) may find his/herself logistically weak-kneed having to rely on anything that tricky as a primary source of exercise. (Mountain biking, on the other hand, is fairly practical in Jak as long as its not too hot.)

Jak just isn’t your in-and-out type of place. As such, even “going out for some fresh air” or “taking a walk” may or may not be feasible. First go downstairs and check out the weather.  (Today it was lovely. Jakarta can be a real charmer — for example , when the smog blows out to sea and you notice all the brand-new shiny buildings that have gone up since the last clear-weather day.)

Keep your walking shoes handy, learn the roads and study maps, traffic and weather. Then work it baby (an article by a journalist formerly in residence @Sharehouse), cuz you’re gonna get some looks.  (Honestly, there’s almost nothing I find as exhilarating as mountain biking Jak and it has something to do with the people contact.) On the other hand, you could end up like one Sharehouse woman (yep, the one who went for a swim in the big ol’ fountain at the Plaza Indonesia roundabout on her last day in town) who got a large pointy piece of metal stuck in her foot on one of her very first freestyle Jak-abouts. Extra points for bravery, ’cause she was actually jogging down the railroad tracks. But she got a terribly nasty infection, too, that had her on crutches for a week or so and in a lot of pain.

So what does that leave . . . Yoga and the gym, pretty much. Use the free gym at your apartment? Yep, that’s always convenient. Conveniently located near your frig, your couch, and your wifi. So you may as well be hunting for activity partners on the Internet.  Or, better yet, at the bar! Drinking has been the official expat sport in this city since day 1.

I mean, if you want to spend all week (except for those 4 working hours) at Red Square or BATS, I think that’s fair.  But what I don’t get (I used to) is reasoning like “I just hate gyms” and “I just can’t see paying 60 dollars a month for the gym.”  That’s nothing if it keeps you healthy.

Because the Susan Waine fitness joint at Bellagio, across the street from Oakwood, is less than Rp 100,000/month. (A bit grotty and best for the heat-resistant types as they can’t be bothered to keep the AC very cold. I was cool and the gang with it, but my wife got a bit itchy and so we worked that membership on out, and let ‘er expire natural-like, easing across the street to join the in-crowd upstairs from the ever-popular Loewy and the ever-happening Bux.)  But we’ve also done a couple of Gold’s, Elite, Fit by Beat, pretty much every gym around. At a place like FF you’ll find brand-new equipment, hyper-convenient locations, awesome views of Jakarta, a pool (the one at Grand Indo, even though it was too small and somehow more uptight last time we tried it).

The money is the least of it. You’ll have tons of it left over after you quit all your dirty Indonesian bad habits, like smoking, dodgy street food, carousing, etc.

Complaints? Sauna’s really small and the music used to be really anemic; but it’s gotten better lately.

If you lived in Indonesia, where would you be?

Indonesia America Relations

This blog posts shows a map of Indonesia superimposed over a map of the United States. It is useful for educational purposes, to compare the relative expanse of the two countries. Indonesia is the fourth largest country in the world by population, after China, India and the United States.

Transjak inline — skater chic shreds R. S. Rasuna Said after work

Here’s a picture of the past and the future:

Inline skater chick shreds Rasuna Said

Transjak skater chick shreds Rasuna Said @ rush hour

The past because I’ve seen people do this in third-world traffic like Jakarta and in-lines skates were probably bigger — 10 years ago? 15?

The future cause I’m on in and about this avenue every day. Never seen it. Nobody’s doing it. And yet you can’t help but think about it. If I was just a little thinner and a little more agile. Interstitial intent.

If this was dude’s Mampang to Menteng debut, it was a perfect day because traffic was heavier than you’d expect on Tuesday (leaving the office around 4:30). Motor scooters used to be the skinniest, fastest thing on the road were blown away.

I saw her head up the bridge which would take her over the canal and then down into Menteng Plaza. Hardcore.

Indie music, 7-Eleven Jakarta and the glory of consumption

Remember that wood-paneled, smoke filled blues, reggae and rock club in Menteng. Sure, at one point it was “behind Formule 1 Hotel” and “across the street from 7-Eleven” AKA “sevel.” Fact is, BB’s was there way before that stuff was. For the longest time catching Tony Q and the anak reggae on Friday (or the occasional nothing-like-it Indonesian goth or metal band) pretty much made it worth it going to the office for another week. And now, like the Tanamour, the scene is no more.

Ibu Beavis Pelacur

Ayo ke Sevel!

So the answer to what ever happened to the indie music scene in Jakarta is the subject of a little footnote-type article in the Jakarta Post today. It turns out — sadly enough — that the scene never was that big and places like BB’s and Parc in Blok M (remember that?) were a big part of it. However, the article mentions Rossi Music on Jl. Fatmawati in S. Jak and Lumbung Padi café in Jeruk Purut as having help-the-scene potential.

So after BB’s bowed out, it seems that a lot of people — like me — didn’t know where to find Indonesian bands to listen to. Regularly enough there are independent-type reggae shows and concerts. But they’re often held in unsuitable venues (with lots of mud, no toilets, etc).

And so one of the last times  I saw kids hanging out listening to reggae in Menteng was . . . at the Fuji Menteng7-Eleven.  What the hell’s up with that?  Well, sevel was promoting the event on Twitter. Menteng (Indonesia’s first garden city) is  a cool part of town. There were kids skating and doing freestyle across the street in the park. And music is always a  good thing. So I guess it just kind of seemed like the right thing to do.

But there’s more. Because in today’s pretty interesting editorial the Jakarta Post stands up for the “Japanese convenience store giant 7-Eleven [that] has since early 2010 been invading Jakarta with its orange, green and red storefronts, and is now gearing up to expand into other major cities across the country as the growth centers of the economy spread to areas outside Java.”

It’s all about the $2 – $20 class of folk, the paper says. That’s what makes you middle class. Having money to spend at 7-Eleven. (Although the focus is really on $2 to $5 / day crowd.)

So let’s say I do have $5 bucks to spend. What’s that going to get me at 7-11? Cigarettes, which are subsidized by the government. Some bizarre breaded crap that has to kept in an incubator 24/7 or it will escape or mutate or something. Shit coffee. Bad gas. Maybe one bottle of Corona. Maybe a peek at an out-of-the-plastic magazine. So I can take away a desire for more crap I don’t need. (Which will work out great ’cause I ain’t got the money either.)

Plus I can catch the hapless reggae act supposedly slummin’ it there with the jolly red, orange and green Japanese giant.

But, says Jak  Post editorial, don’t hate the Seven just because it’s monstrous, tasteless and “controlled or partly owned by foreign interests. ” That would be groundless,  narrow and inordinately nationalistic.

And then they lay out the gospel of consumption directly from the Book of Mormon:

“The rationale is that production is at the same time consumption, and consumption is simultaneously production. Without production there is no consumption, but without consumption there is no production either, since in that case production would be useless.”

So there you have it. Beavis and Butthead get a job flipping burgers and with their pocket change buy nachos at the convenience store and Indonesia moves one step closer to the reasons I don’t want to live in the “developed” world. Selamat deh!

The difference in Indonesia is that people still remember what was there before 7-11. How can you not? It’s been like a year.  And all those alternative modes of production/consumption —  pasar, dagang, warung, nongkrong — they’re still here.

So how does Seven compete? Rather forcefully I would say. You take the best street locations and radically change the look, feel and function. You max out your meters squared and AC units to make the neighborhood as hot as possible. That will get dozens of people into the store to buy cold drinks. Employ three  of the skinniest nerds you can find — so that pretty much everybody feels like its “their store.”  Follow people on Twitter and coax them back down to their old stomping grounds with the new-and-improved fake street-vibe thing. Hurrah for the mediocre class!

13 Oct. 2011: In the interests of balanced coverage I note that 7-Eleven is or will be a franchise. So I guess, if you got one, you could make it pretty cool. Still I struggle with the sevel-as-Indie thing.

Guntur Halimun Jakarta photo update

Pictured, are houses with characters located on the border between South and Central Jakarta in the Guntur/Pasar Manggis residential area. Dig the greens. They come with the territory. Buy the cheapest paint and you’re guaranteed a funky color.

According to a neighbor, if it hadn’t been for cris-mon (the 1998 Asian economic crisis), the Guntur area would be just a footnote to Kuningan. The pace of change in Jakarta is dizzying.   He said that some of the first houses in Menteng (the part near Taman Suropati which is newer than the part closer to Monas) were actually over here in “New Menteng” — and they were the ones built for the builders of the other (old?) Menteng over by Taman Suropati.

What were the streets in this area called in Dutch times. That’s an important question for anyone doing Jakarta history work and I got a special request for a reader which I’m following up on. “What were the names of Jakarta streets when it was Batavia?” No easy answer, Mr Bart would be a good guy to ask. He sent me a text from Japan but said I could catch him at Bartele Gallery (in Kemang) in a week or so.

He’s the guy who wrote Bugils, Eastern Promise and several other expat bars. I don’t think he grew up in Indonesia. But he knows his way very well (pictured  below at one of the houses where Obama lived (O. said his favorite was Meester Cornelius (now we’d call it Jatinegara). That’s one or two train stations down from Manggarai (not the one in E. Indonesia) where the Sharehouse is supposedly located.

Barele Santema and lieutenant at Obama's old white house

The streets were the same as now — named after mountains he said. Pasar Manggis has obviously been around along time. The street (a narrow one for sure) to the east of the pasar is an older one. And then going past Pasar Manggis and coming out — for example — where they sell all the toilets near Pasar Raya Manggarai. That’s and older part of town. Keyword is Westerslokkan (Saluran Minangkabau). But the original bridge, he says, was at the intersection of Guntur and Sultan Agung (where it is now).

Costs and Kosts: Kebayoran Baru, South Jakarta

~~This is the second post in a series of on kosts. Kebayoran Baru: What’s in It for You? is the first~~

A post at Living in Indonesia forum a few months ago said, “Three merciless days beating the streets and nothing.”

Right, because that’s how it feels, even though you come away with a much clearer idea of what you’re looking for – and maybe it’s a house or office location, not a kost – and what’s out there.

It took S. and me a lot longer than three days. A couple weeks and, yea, some exhausting footwork. We ended up going with the very first place we saw and we found that one by asking the very first guy we saw on the street corner outside target location (where I would be every day for work).

He wasn’t wearing shoes, which suggested to me that he was pretty much localized. Three hours later I was still skipping merrily along behind him, soaked in sweat, reminding myself every five minutes that a workout is a workout and I wouldn’t have to go to gym the next day.

From Senopati to Bangka, he knows every house and what the story is. Turns out he’s supports a large family repairing shoes. Which would explain why he did his best to wear holes in mine. He was pleased when I finally gave him Rp 10,000 and collapsed into a taxi. I think I know where to find him, so holler if you must.

So yes, it helps to use an agent. Just watch your costs. On follow-up trips we chartered a BBG-model “new Bajaj” and traveled by scooter. The right Bajaj guy knows his way around, including who’s got what for rent. On another occasion a neighborhood unit chief (AKA the “Pak RT”) took us for a spin around his block. House hunting goes a lot faster that way. But eventually you have start over by hunting down a new place to hunt and new hunting partners.

So here’s what we were looking for in a Kebayoran Baru kost and here’s what we found.

Our target Kebayoran Baru kost:

• Rp 2 mil/month
• Max freedom of movement
• AC
• Suitable for working at home
• Internet or some good reason for not having it
• Can park a motorbike; don’t have to squeeze past a bunch of cars to get in

And the table below shows more or less what we’ve found, decisions made, and why.

(Sorry, we entirely failed to keep track of addresses. Just kind of going on feel. Post a comment to request add’l info. I’ll do my best.)


Kost type

Look & feel 

Facilities

Price/mo

Decision

 

The General

A high-ranking dude ends up with more land than money and turns a good 25% of a massive house into very solid little rental units

Despite being a kost, still looks like one of those chunky, wrap-around-the-block Kebayoran Baru houses. Totally swish neighborhood. Suitable for Silver Bird pick up/drop off.  

Fast broad-band/wifi; really crappy bed;great closets/ shelves; un-hot hot water; laundry done by the front gate security (sucked bad)

 

Rp 4 mil

(but they have rooms that are (much) smaller for Rp 3 mil).

Yes. This turned out to be one big-ass studio with fast wifi across the street from work. So we doubled our budget and moved in (after two weeks of trying to find something better). And after one month we moved out. Why? Well, it turns out kost culture matters a tiny bit.  Cops were nice, but not fitting in – even for those few minutes when you’re coming and going — is a drag. But I can recommend this place for short term kost near Blok M.

The Auntie

A friendly, quirky  Indonesian woman spends most of the time in Holland. Her old-school, one-storey house has two or three bath/rooms rented out. No communal area. Retail focus: No matter how long you plan to stay, they always do things the same.

Fortunately, there are two larger units with private entrance (i.e, pavilion/paviliun  mother-in-law, etc). This is minutes from SCBD and stays full. Best part is the attractive semi-antique wooden furniture carefully assembled over the years.  Bars on the windows but light coming in. Nice

You get a key. Aunty scoffed at the idea of installing Internet.  “Kitchen” an unfunny joke. House dingy except for rental units.  

Rp 2 mil

No. It fell through. Management is as funky as the furniture. We tried. Deal breaker: You have to pay a surcharge for running the AC during the day. Which smacks of unwritten rules and hassles. Auntie spends most of the time in Amsterdam; too bad Holland isn’t further from Jakarta.

Road house

A commercial commuter kost located precisely at one of Jakarta’s worst traffic bottlenecks. In a way strategic: bad traffic, but at least you’re “home”

Minimalist,  urban, thing ( raw, corrugated cement with a splash of red paint). Pretty much what most commercial, commuter kosts look like. Private entrance.

Things are bound to work, including laundry and wifi.  They have to at commercial kosts like this. Otherwise, the  itinerant office folk take their rupiah next door.

Rp 2 mil (see if you can get Rp 1.8)

No. It was full. Plus, didn’t like the front yard carpark look, an uncomfortable echo of the choice to live all stacked up in cement boxes.

The Mates

A normal one-storey house has been aptly remodeled as a kost (by someone who’s lived in one). Located on a narrower lane in an otherwise “good” area and looks like a house on the outside. Friendly, young live-in owner/manager. Brochure available.  

 The gang was chilling at the kitchen table when we walked in. A bunch of (Indonesian) guys/girls who probably share a lot in common in terms of career, interests etc. It all made sense.  No private entrance.

Hot water. Large bed and bath in each room – like a hotel. Broadband, wifi, kitchen, and TV area very much in evidence.  Obviously they want the place to work. Likely it does.

Rp 3.5 mil

No. Didn’t fit in. Culture was friendly but a bit overwhelming (like the cigarette smoke). This gang would be happy to have you move in. And you’d probably find commonalities. But you’d have to pay your social dues, learn how to hang with the gang, maybe learn to smoke. A good way to learn Indonesian. Proves that you can’t judge a kost from the outside.  

Most Kost

Built to share, the husband/wife owner/managers know kosts. A relatively small structure but with a comfortable apartment feel, in the sense that everything has been thought out.

An unexciting but solid-looking building on a narrower but typically lovely, green Kebayoran Baru street with great gardens and a mix of older and remodeled. houses. Quite  a few kosts, too. 

No windows to speak of, but excellent use of space. Tons of storage. Very well- thought out furniture, most of it purpose-built. No Internet

Rp 4 mil for singles (surcharge for couples)

No. Too expensive. And why no Internet? Doesn’t make sense. Guess I’m not the target market. Plus, here was offhand comment of a kost resident (encountered lounging curb-side during previous visit): Yes, this is a kost for Islam only.  Random comment, random dude, maybe. Not representative of our experience. What he probably meant was: No, you can’t live here with your girlfriend [sic]. Whatever, though. Just tell them you’re married.

The Out Back

No matter how  developed and overdeveloped Jak becomes, scattered throughout there’s always going to be dirt roads leading to a vacant lots with little frontier homesteads. So around the corner from the ambassador, here’s a woman with a dozen babies, running desktop publishing outfit and renting rooms.

It was relaxed. I don’t specifically remember poultry, but I don’t think they’d really mind if you came home with a couple chickens. Plenty of space back there.

You get a fan

Rp 2 mil, firm

No. We needed AC. Rp 2 mil for a fan? This must be Kabayoran Baru. She was willing to install AC, but it was going to take time and would have increased the price. The open space was nice. We would have done it.

Wanna Be Apt

Featuring all the downsides of an apartment, and none of the advantages. Works great for whoever owns it, I bet, with a truly impressive body count/m2 ratio. Nice part of Kebayoran Baru with security, parking, brochure, whole thing.

Like an apartment on the outside, wardrobe on the inside. Think Indonesian university dorms.

Convenient motorbike parking. You get to smoke all you want

Rp 3.5, if I’m not mistaken

Never. Rooms were too small. May well be locally popular. Doesn’t translate cross culturally.

 O my, Oma

Oma (Granny) is probably a widow. Her two-storey  house is potentially funky in a good way, but alas, falling apart all over. Grandma is very nice, lucid, and apparently a good cook. (Padang food). She’d probably look out for your ass all right.

The Indonesian version of one of those places you lived as an undergraduate for like two months before taking out more student loans.

The water goes down the drain (sometimes), if you take the hair out

Rp 2 mil

Not. And this place was nearly full, too. Just goes to show that it’s not that easy to find good kosts in Kebayoran Baru. (One place we saw was even more unlikely –you had to walk down a nasty dark hall to a tiny dark room at the end – also Jt 2) 

Kebayoran Baru — What’s in it for you?

So here’s a relevant post. A whole series of them actually. And the first is about finding a place to live in South Jakarta. Central South Jakarta, to be precise, near Blok M.  (Not north South Jakarta, where the Sharehouse is located. )

I did this recently. I moved to this part of Jakarta to be closer to client’s location. Of course, with Jakarta the way it is (unplanned) people do this kind of thing all the time. The key word is generally “kost,” which is a type of Indonesian boarding house. Kosts come in all shapes and sizes. On the plus side, there’s less cookie-cutter conformity, more personality than an apartment. Minus –wise . . .well, kosts are quirky. There’s a lot of due diligence involved. But month-to-month is the name of the game. So if you got a bad deal, try your hand again next month.

So why would anyone want to live near Blok M? First, because this is one of the city’s classic centers. Even though there are no new malls – apparenlty not even any room to build them — here, people still converge. For one, this is where all (many) of the busses end up. Including the TransJakarta (AKA “Busway”).  Next, there’s an endless diversity of eateries. Nowhere on earth – I bet – can you find diversity, prices and convenience like this.

And South Jak is just laid back. The trees and shadiness, the massive houses belonging to easy-come-and-go government officials,  and all the boutiques — even galleries – do help. Almost no office buildings in this part of town. (Not counting government offices, which are everywhere. But they’re also low key and you don’t get the sense that people are all stressed out inside). And the fact that South Jakarta is the opposite direction from the business district(s) and the port, and precisely the way you’d go if you were headed out to Java (as people refer to the non-city) to get away from it all – all that helps, too.

Of course, if you’re living in Kemang or Pondok Indah, then you may know Senopati, Kebayoran Baru, Wijaya, Prapanca, etc, like the back of your hand. After cumulative years of being stuck there at the ten -minute red lights. So that’s another reason. Living in Kebayoran Baru would put you just that much closer to the office. And traffic doesn’t hurt as bad if it’s “your” traffic.

Kebayoran Baru was laid out in the 1950’s along the lines of Menteng,  Indonesia’s “first garden city.”   There’s plenty of green and a lovely sprawl to it all.  The houses have been built more recently and remodeled more frequently than Menteng, and it’s all very interesting. Perhaps as a result of unsettled zoning laws (or none at all), you sense that there’s a lot of really flash houses plus some intriguing, low profile offices – since you can’t really tell the difference.

The Senopati area was to die for even before South Central Business District (SCBD) – the stock exchange, Pacific Place etc.  — happened. There, you’ll see healthy mix of ambassadors, generals and other conspicuous types living in neat Beaver Cleaver city blocks under massive trees.  Wijaya, meanwhile, is a study in superb-anism. There you can build it and do it your own way. No one has to know, but if you want them to, that’s OK, too. There are spots in there that feel just like Newton in Singapore.  And if you’d like to purchase a piano or enroll you kids in the newest career-coaching-for pre-schoolers fad, this is where you’ll have to go. I actually saw a four-person upper/middle class Indonesian family – dad, mom and two kids walking down the street one evening; and dad was wearing Bermudas. It may be difficult (for me) to explain why, but  that’s just not something you’re going to see a lot in Jakarta.

Santa and Barrito, which lie just beyond Kebayoran Baru’s most blocked and beautiful areas (and aren’t Mexican after all), provide a slightly funkier mix. Perhaps they can be compared to Halimun/Guntur, just on the “wrong” side of the tracks from Menteng.

And then there’s Blok S, AKA Little Korea. I don’t know the history of the area, but it’s still going on today, so rock on up. It’s got this clutter-chic thing going on. Like no one wants to bother to clean up the front yard because in a few months it will be covered with snow anyway. This area may have once been trapped between a flood spot and a standing traffic jam (Tendean). But now it’s just around the corner from SBCD and destined to become another happening part-a-Jakarta.

— Next in this series– Kosts & Kosts: Kebayoran Baru.

Go-Jek Jakarta motorcycle taxi — is it worth a try?

The Good: At no point did I doubt that these guys were going to be able to get me where I was going. It takes the stress off.

The Bad: The short saddle on the Honda Supra Fit and the driver’s spastic brake hand forced me to hang on tight to the bike (or else hug the dude). I would have rather been blogging.

The Ugly: I was disappointed to discover that the driver didn’t seem to share my sense of optimism regarding the enormous importance and future of the ojek profession in Jakarta. Just another ojek dude, really.

Field Report: So the Go-Jek website is impressive enough and, on that basis, I called them up one morning last week.

“Hey, I need to go to [my destination]. Can you pick me up?” I asked in Indonesian.

Exactly 18 minutes they called me back with the quote, which was about the amount I would have given any of the ojek guys on the corner.

“Yep. Agreed.” I said. “Please pick me up.”

Exactly 33 minutes after I first called Go Jek the dude showed. Technically he’s not a dude — he’s a “tukang ojek” and professes a critically important, if much maligned profession, here in Jakarta. But let’s just call him “the dude.”

Frankly, I was expecting something special — maybe a cross between Fed-Ex and Air Asia. Saddlebags with a neon reflector strip, a uniform, matching helmets for me and the dude — something. What I got was a guy driving a tiny Supra Fit motorcycle whose helmet — sure enough — bore a small Go Jek sticker.

My Indonesian wife, on the other hand said she was not dissapointed, as she watched me snuggle up to the expressionless dude as he negotiated a careful U-turn in front of the Sharehouse while carefully ashing his cigarette.

“What did you expect.You ordered an ojek, didn’t you?” she later asked.

Of course I won’t give up on corporate ojek action so easily. I’ll call them again on a different day or from a different location. This Jakarta Post article says they have 70 different hubs located across town.

Just think — what if the professional ojek (pro-jek?) thing really worked?  In that case, it would be like having the smallest, fastest car on the road driven by a true professional, with the balls of bike messenger and the service ethic of a senior Silver Bird driver.

What’s more this “pro jek” driver would speak English, Indonesian and the Bahasa Jakarta. He’d be on top of all the highways, byways, alleyways and busways — probably some of the sidewalks, too. He’d know the location of all the major apartments, hotels and office buildings and how to finesse the security and parking there so as to drop you off and pick you up right in the very front without paying for parking. He’d deliver you to your destination as fast as possible without messing up the E-mail written in route. But in any event,  at least 30% faster than the fastest taxi, if departing at the same time, from the same location and traveling the same route.

Anyway, the Go Jek dude knew where he was going and was fast enough arriving. So maybe that’s all you can ask. (Go-Jek management, according to the Jakarta Post article, asks — in addition — that the driver wear deodorant. They reportedly provide the stuff free as a perk.) I do realize, however, that for many customers, not having to haggle over ojek prices would be a big selling point. Further, Go Jek seems to be a good way to bypass unfair competition practices (if any) of the ojek guys on the corner near your house or office. Plus, Go Jek sends you a digital receipt via SMS which you can forward to accounting for reimbursement.

But in addition to the long wait (picking up an ojek on the corner would have saved me 30 minutes), it wasn’t a nice ride and the dude didn’t have correct change (he was prepared to change a 50, but I had a 100). The way he handled the brakes, worked the horn and swung his head in disapproval at the traffic reminded me of the hapless road warriors that large companies employ by the dozens, paying them just enough so they have to work two jobs and never sleep, except behind the wheel of a Kijang or in a sweltering parking garage.

However, the Post article suggests that Go Jek may be incorporated as a cooperative and the drivers are “partners.” So maybe the reason the service was poorer than what I expected is because the driver assumes there are no tips and no repeat customers. 

I did miss the smooth moves of some of my local biker guys (OK, not the deaf one) on the corner. They let me set the pace and don’t care if I stop, backtrack or bail altogether. It’s not really that difficult to estimate price and they trust me not to rip them off. To my mind, they’re true freelancers. They own the means of production and happily endure the nuclear heat out there, knowing they’ll almost certainly be able to afford more bootleg liquor at the end of the day than they can possibly drink. Maybe the corporate thing just isn’t for everyone.

Get meds in Jakarta 24/7 — pharmacy user’s guide

Viruses and their friends are happening all around us. Give them some credit for that, then ruthlessly purge.

Time is of the essence, friend. So here’s a top-9 list for longer life and better performance in the heart of Jakarta:

1. Consult an Indonesian pharmacist and then Google after prescription/ before purchase. It’s OK to ask pharmacist to break down Rx estimate per-item price. If you know the generic name, maybe you’ll get it. (Generics are new here and and pharmacies use that against you.)

2. Instead of buying everything the doc orders from him or her directly, try paying Rp 100,000 to 200,000 for the office visit and take then take the Rx to the pharmacy for further evaluation

3. Buy what you need, consume what you buy. In Indonesia, you don’t have to fill whole entire scrip — not even close

4. Call the pharmacy/apotik ahead of time. Pick a shopping area (of Jakarta) that has lots of pharmacies, like the Salemba medical complex near the University of Indonesia medical faculty. Note that Bali has very few hospitals and thus poor selection of meds.

5. Go to the pharmacy/apotek after midnight so you can get fixed up pelan-pelan (in an unhurried manner). Or, train the maid/ driver to fill prescriptions

6. Here’s is a list of 24 hour Jakarta pharmacies. In addition, almost any big hospital sells drugs 24 hours.

7. Here’s OK info about obtaining medications in Indonesia from http://www.expat.or.id

8.  Don’t overuse or under use antibiotics

9. Century delivers, Melawai has good service, Guardian doesn’t always ask for a prescription, Titimurni has the best selection (for Central Jakarta) and newcomer K-24 seems to be pretty good, too.  

Indonesia makes expat shortlist 2011 — 2050

Why? Because it’s one of those “developing” countries with a large, young population whose fundamentals — according to Citibank chief economist Willem Buiter — make it hard to sink.  It may go under for a while. But it will come bobbing up again.  (And I’m sure a big ol’ bank like that wouldn’t foul  up on an expat issue of this magnitude ;  )

Of course, the other reason expats are dreamin’ and schemin’ of Indonesia is because it’s such a great place to live.

This is a forward-looking list and all the winners are in Africa and Asia. But do you really want to expatriate to China, Egypt or Iraq right now? They got ranked the same as Indonesia. How about Nigeria? Never been there, but I doubt it’s as laid back as Jak.

India, Mongolia, Philippines, Sri Lanka, Vietnam? Sure. Instant Expat would do probably go for something like that — as long as you get free airfare back to Jak.

And just how does Indonesia make the list? Well, Buiter’s Global Growth Generator (3G) formula weights these six aspects of development:

  1. A measure of domestic saving/ investment
  2. A measure of demographic prospects
  3. A measure of health
  4. A measure of education
  5. A measure of the quality of institutions and policies
  6. A measure of trade openness

Indonesia’s top telecom can’t communicate via telephone

Are you finding it difficult to get through to PT Telkom Tbk, Indonesia’s largest telecommunications company and one of the best known Indonesian companies outside the country? Well, customer service has always been an issue with them. In theory, the state-controlled behemoth is aware of just what a huge problem they do have:  customer service rallying calls are all over in their annual reports and investor information.

But is there anyone on the other end of the line? Depending on which customer service point of contact you chose to go through, you’ll be received variously as a guest of honor, a pain in the ass or a martian. You just never know.  All you can do is smile and be polite — and keep in mind that, despite the fact that it’s a NYSE-listed company, you’re still dealing with the Indonesian government.

By the same token, a friend at Telkom is a friend indeed. And if you clearly waive all your rights as a customer and consumer, and can just get the guy or gal to like you –or even feel sorry for you –you’re golden. You’ll find that after the Speedy technician installs your Speedy ADSL service, he’ll also help you configure your wireless router, zap a few viruses on your hard drive, maybe even check out some hardware issues — just because he’s a nice guy (and gets treated like crap at work).

If you chose to do the customer service thing in person — eg, at “Plaza Telkom” — you’ll find the scenery varies. Telkom may chose to serve you amid heaps of obsolete and unused office furniture. (Which makes sense because that’s a pretty standard Indonesian government office landscape.)  Or, you find yourself sinking into a bright yellow and blue sex-tech world of sleek  couches, laptop-enabled customer service girls (who are required to wear braces and contact lenses), with flat screens of various types stretching as far as the eye can see. Which is also plausible, since that’s a standard look in the private sector of the telecom world.   Or you may chose to play PT Telkom customer service roulette by simply dialing “147” on any fixed line.

Either way, you’ll find the line quality is OK, the electronic queue system works, the parking lot is orderly — technically they seem fairly solid. The problem is when you try to talk to someone.

You can try it yourself on a busy Friday afternoon on your way out of town. Give them a ring before you forget and ask why your phone bill seems to cost a little more every month, even though you never use the phone. (They’ll knock it off if you’re firm with them.) Or why they don’t send an invoice in an envelope via post like they used to. Or ask them why Speedy is so slow these days.

The sad refrain you’ll hear repeated over and over — as long as you dare to hang on the line — goes like this:

[Unprofessional-sounding female voice with thick Indonesian accent]:

“Sorry.

All of our customer services serving the other customer.

Please wait.

Our customer service will be soon to serve you.

[sic]

Even the worst outsource translation unit couldn’t hurt you that bad. This type of harm is self-inflicted :  -)

Smoking hot Indonesian models — tobacco, spice and everything nice

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What do Indonesian women look like? This may be a legitimate field of inquiry for you, whether you’ll be living in Indonesia as an expat or attending mixed-race dinner parties in LA or DC.  On the other hand, you may have no legitimate interest in this type of thing. In which case may we recommend further reading about Indonesian Spice & Herbals.

But what hot Indo babes look like is certainly of interest to young Indonesian guys, 70% of whom begin smoking before they’re 19 [cite ]. And that’s presumably the reason for all the R&D that goes into Black’s smoking hot new cigarette flavors as well as their tight auto expositions that feature Indonesian models of all types. Black also controls a major banking group and Grand Indonesia, the mall of malls, just around the corner from the Sharehouse.

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January showers bring all kinds of fragrant Jakarta flowers

OK, year on year, today — 19 January — is possibly Jakarta’s nicest in terms of weather. Temperature right now (somewhere in Jakarta ) is 28 C / 82 F degrees.  But here at the Sharehouse it seems a bit cooler. Clear skies. Fullish moon. You can see buildings clear on the other side of town (if you’re up high enough or else peering down an old  Dutch canal).  You can even see stars, for that matter.

Sept 2010

It rains at night often fairly enough it seems. Then, with the sky tears all cleared up, the days are sunny and cool. It’s also apparently flower season. The bougainvillea is popping out everywhere. Always going at it and doing its thing is the indefatigable, totally over-the-top tropis-n-eksotis Cambodia trees (Plumeria). That’s what they’re called here. Don’t know in Cambodia. Otherwise they’re known as  frangipani. Every you’ll find a carpet (a rug anyway ; ) of fresh exquisite flowers under your tree. It’s somewhat seasonal but I notice varieties — like the yellow one across the street — which are almost always producing. There are several colors to chose from.

Cool URL for the photo I snagged from Google: http://www.howtogrowplumeriafrangipani.com. It’s true that you can hardly kill Plumeria and in Bali they use it for living fences. But results do vary and they are subject to disease as well as simply growing but not flowering. The fearsome violent neighbors — also expats — from a large unnamed South Asian country near India whacked off all the branches they could reach of our backyard Cambodia tree  (itself an off-whack from a tree growing for some 20 years near Taman Suropati). So now we have over a half dozen trees in the front and back yards. (If you’re interested in the frangipani essential oil, please let us  know how much and we’ll see what we can do. )

Of course there’s no explaining why the neighbors did that; but it’s true jaded Indonesians have been know to refer to truly beautiful flowers as “trash” because of the way some species do tend to “litter” the ground. The Balinese and their deities, as you know, like those little Plumeria flowers.

In the front yard and up and down the streets of Menteng, at night, you can smell melati (Jasminum), an Indonesian national symbol. It rhymes with naughty but it’s sure nice. There’s another extremely fragrant bunga (flower) out there, but I’m not sure if it’s also jasmine or something else. Perhaps honeysuckle (Lonicera), which in Indonesian would be ranggis.

I’ll bring a a sample home and consult the one-eyed all-knowing Google Monster.