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[642] Of RM132 will get you only three paperbacks

Remember my entry about wanting to read Burgess’ Malayan Trilogy?

Immediately after posting the entry, I left my desktop and headed straight for a bookstore at the base of Petronas Twin Towers to look for it. The books weren’t in store however and I was rather disappointed that I couldn’t find it. Right now, the internet and some obscure second-hand bookstores in Kuala Lumpur are my best bet.

However, instead of getting the trilogy, I went on a minor spending spree, spending, quite unbelievable, RM132 on three paperbacks – Burgess’ The Wanting Seed, Lewis’ Liar’s Poker and Stiglitz’s (I attended his lecture back in Michigan! w00t!) The Roaring Nineties – while I had only brought RM50 with me. Given the situation, I was forced to use my debit card.

On debit card, might I add that Malaysia really needs to upgrade its financial system, urgently. I don’t know how it’s like in Thailand or Singapore but the US is far, far up there and it makes me feels that all the economics I learned at Michigan is part of an elaborate science-fiction. No kidding.

Anyway, I used to remember that imported paperback on average cost merely RM25 back in the early 1990s. After 1997, it cost around RM30 each and now, on average, it’s RM40++.

I wasn’t familiar with Malaysian pricing at first and you could imagine that I was in shock. But then, after I silently converted MYR into USD in my mind, the prices didn’t seem to be too outrageous. In fact, this case actually almost conforms to Law of One Price. After realizing that, that shock turned into a sigh.

Still, I couldn’t quite believe that three paperbacks cost me more than a hundred buck.

After the disappointment and the shock that became a sigh, I strolled from the Twin Towers towards Jalan Ampang. To my delight, there are patches of green here and there right before the interception of Jalan Ampang and Jalan Yap Kwan Seng (I think).

Mohd Hafiz Noor Shams. Some rights reserved

At least, I don’t have to pay to enjoy a bit of green amidst Kuala Lumpur’s smog.

When I saw the fire hydrant in the middle of a green patch, I became attracted to it at once. The contrast is just remarkable, at least to my untrained eyes. And before you keep wondering why I never keep the object of interest in the middle of the photo, suffice to say that I prefer non-conventional style, whatever that’s supposed to mean.

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Conflict & disaster Economics Environment

[641] Of Malaysian poultry market and bird flu

Bird flu () has now reached Europe. Less than 72 hours ago, British authority has confirmed that the parrot that died in quarantine was infected by the same bird flu that is affecting many birds in a number of countries. Closer to home, another person dies in Indonesia due to the flu. Thailand also has another confirmed death less than 24 hours ago. Malaysia () on the other hand has yet to report any death notwithstanding an earlier quarantine and culling of poultry carried out near the Malaysian-Thai border.

The thing is, in Malaysia, people are preparing for two major celebrations – Eid ul-Fitr and Deepavali. This pushes demand for poultry and chicken up and hence, the high price. What I find surprising however is that, in the light for an expected flu pandemic, prices have yet to fall. At my place near Keramat, Kuala Lumpur, prices are stuck at its ceiling, RM6 per kilogram; a dollar is currently about 3.77 ringgit. Eggs on the other hand are sold at about 26 sen (not cent!) each; I’m unaware of its ceiling though.

The ceilings are set nationwide by the Malaysian Ministry of Domestic Trade and Consumer Affairs. Some states like Sabah and Sawarak may have different ceilings. Some kind of implicit agreement between traders to not undercut each other is also apparent. However, that’s another story which I’m uninterested this time and unable to talk further given that I don’t know costs faced by chicken traders.

Back to the issue at hand, I’d expect consumers to scale back demand and hence forcing traders to lower their prices. Reason is, consumers should be worried with development surrounding bird flu worldwide and more importantly, regionally. And when consumers have certain concerns on bird flu, they’d be a bit conservative in chicken consumption. Yet, prices haven’t budged by one bit due to bird flu.

I can only think three reasons why prices have gone down yet.

One, the people have full confidence in the government. The Malaysian government has so far done a good job regarding bird flu. They were fast and decisive in that case in the state of Kelantan and this builds up credibility. Even more so when SARS and Nipah virus were successfully handled with aid from the US CDC.

Reason number two is ignorance. Ignorance, as some would say, is bliss. Some people, as unbelievable as it may seem, just couldn’t be bothered to read. Some even can’t differentiate SARS from bird flu and I suspect, many others don’t even know what the hell H5N1 is.

The third is the couldn’t care less attitude. I bet that this is the most probable case for most locals. If this is actually the case, who could blame them. Despite all the developments and the consumption level, Malaysia has yet to encounter a human case unlike Indonesia and Thailand.

Regardless, it would be very interesting to see how price and demand for chicken and other domestic fowls will react in the next few months or even years. If prices are still persistent at ceilings after a full outbreak occurs, Malaysia poises to become a few millions fewer. Needless to say, bad for the labor market but hey, who cares for the labor market, right?

p/s – read this Scientific American’s article on bird flu while you sit quietly at a corner, waiting to ride this expected pandemic out.

pp/s – just found out that there is a Bird Flu Monitor blog.

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Books, essays and others History & heritage Sports

[640] Of Burgess taught at the Malay College

I just found out that Anthony Burgess (), the great Anthony Burgess, taught at the Malay College during the 1950s. For those that don’t recognize Burgess, he wrote A Clockwork Orange. For those that have no idea what A Clockwork Orange is about, go read the book or watch Kubrick’s adaptation of it. If you don’t plan to read or watch it, boy, you’ll be missing something in your life.

History never fails to amaze me. The more one delves into piles of bits and bytes, more one realizes the grandeur of life and one’s relationship with it.

And suddenly, I feel the urge to read more Burgess’. What a good timing it is since I’m almost done with Lee Kuan Yew’ The Singapore Story (shamefully the abridged edition) while my Crichton’s Prey is probably lost somewhere in the Pacific. I need a something new to read and hey, there’s nothing wrong with another Burgess.

I think I’m going to read The Long Day Wanes which comprises of three parts – Time for a Tiger, The Enemy in the Blanket and Beds in the East. It appears that the trilogy is set in Malaya.

After reading it, I then may claim another page or three at Wikipedia by writing a review or three. Hah!

p/s – a tribute to Rosa Park. Her courage brought us a fairer world.

pp/s – Michigan haters, rejoice! Darn…

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Economics Politics & government Society

[639] Of overheard in Ann Arbor

I found Overheard in Ann Arbor via Ann Arbor is Overrated and I’m lovin’ it. And wow, OIAA via AAIO. Talk about coincidence.

Somehow, that site makes me miss Ann Arbor and undergrad life even more. I’m reserving a spot for OIAA in my blogroll. It, together with AAIO, is now immortalized. Sort of. And McDonald’s sucks.

Also, this might be old but Berkeley is trying to tell Ann Arbor something

Anyway, for the sake of making the bear happy, I am neutral on the Miers nomination.

p/s – Ben Bernanke is the next Fed chairman. Who’s Bernanke? Don’t ask me.

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Society Sports

[638] Of Jamban Revolution

When I was attending Malaysia Forum at Stanford last May, there was this out worldly project dubbed the Jamban Revolution. Jamban is a crude Malay word for washroom. Capital or little ‘j’, it doesn’t matter but it was about an ideal; worthy, if I might add, of consideration. The revolution aimed to rally the masses to push for more hygienic Malaysian public washrooms. “Three cheers for an admirable cause”. I had yelled inside my head but I had serious doubt whether the project would take off. And indeed, it didn’t. However, I think first step towards the J-Revolution is a dry washroom.

Malaysians are used to wet lavatories and typical Malaysians usually have problem with it. Splashed water here and there, not swept, untaken care of – one could only wonder what one could step on on a bad hair day inside a Malaysian public washroom.

Worse, no amount of campaigns to raise civic consciousness may help improve Malaysian jamban scene. Nope. I’m convinced. Hell, if even the state of our jambans in our Parliament is not spared from the neglect, it will take more than a jamban ministry to take care of our washrooms. No matter how highly maintained a washroom might be, the atmosphere inside it will degrade exponentially. Almost uniquely Malaysians!

Hence, enter the dry regime!

The dry regime, the Jamban Revolution will bring on a new order in Malaysian jambans. A new order where the floor is clean, recycled paper towel hangs on a side waiting to be reap or even electronic dryers powered by green energy to save the trees!

Imagine the would-be outcomes of this glorious revolution, comrades!

Down with wet regime. They are nothing but mere impedance to our march towards a better society. A society which we may sit on a bowel and answer nature’s call without worries. A society which suspicious water patches are things of the past. A society free from fear.

Comrades! For Motherland, we must overthrow the dirty wet regime. Unite friends, brothers! For Motherland, comrades! We must unite! March forward to a greener pasture and shout it out loud brothers!

What do we want? Better jambans!

When do we want it? Now!

What do we want? Better jambans!

When do we want it? Now!

Viva la revolucion!

Alright. I think I’m getting too excited.

p/s – pee ass V was lucky.