Ciwidey, West Java

Happy to be cool enough to wear a sweater
It was lovely getting out of the city for a few days.

It’s been quite a busy week.  I’ve been bouncing between two desks at work — features and online — and it was getting to be a bit too much.  Next week, I’ll officially transfer to the online desk, to help train reporters in basic multimedia skills, and to develop new online features for thejakartapost.com.

I’ll miss going all over the city for reporting, but it will be exciting to get to spend more time thinking about multimedia and interactive features. We’ve started putting up a few simple flash interfaces — like this one on the Presidential Debate — and they’ve gotten a good response, because even though they’re pretty basic, it’s still a new and exciting use of technology for a newspaper in Indonesia.

There’s a longer post, for sure, to be written, about the challenges of trying to develop multimedia content when you know the internet infrastructure of the country isn’t good enough for most readers to stream video or audio.  Perhaps I’ll try to write it next week, after I’ve spent more time getting to know the back end of the paper’s website.

But I write now, because after a very long workweek (complete with two well-past-midnight crunches in the office), I’m taking a weekend completely off, and travelling to Bandung, about two hours from Jakarta by train.  I will be, gasp, without a computer.  But I’ll take lots of pictures, and post them after I return.

In the meantime, for your reading pleasure:

My articles on Max Kisman’s graphic design and another on an arts collective in South Jakarta.  Both, I’d like to add, written after very long nights dealing with flash.  And the first with a few hundred words chopped out.

Things I have learned about myself:

I can write stories.

I can take pictures.

Sometimes, I can even write stories and take pictures simultaneously.

But I can not write stories, take pictures and keep track of a lens cap all at the same time.

(And don’t say ‘just use a UV filter.’  Because then I would just say:  I can not write stories, take pictures and keep a lens reasonably clean all at the same time.)

Day & Night in Jakarta

Gado Gado Lontong

Gado-Gado vendor in BenHil, Jakarta. On a heated stone, he mixes together peanut, citrus, sugar, chili, and your choice of vegetables, rice cakes, tofu and tempeh to make a delicious lunch.

Motos - Rumah Kost

Hallway of a Rumah Kost in Tebet, Jakarta.

Two New Stories

In today’s Jakarta Post:

An interview with Argentinian artist Jorge Canale.  The interview was conducted by email, and his answers were originally in Spanish.  Working on a tight deadline to translate this kind of “art talk” from Argentinian Spanish to a form of English accessible to Indonesian readers was definitely a challenge.

A write-up of a lecture given as part of Italian Design week in Jakarta.   I definitely miss hard news. But having to write these kinds of features has pushed me out of my comfort zone, stylisticly speaking, which I think is always a good thing.

Evening in Jakarta

Another shot from my balcony. (Sorry for all the snapshots, but I can only upload very low-res images without breaking the internet, so I’m saving the good stuff until I locate the magic connection.)
Evening in Jakarta

Two things of note: The azhan, the call to prayer, rings out five times a day. I actually find I rather like it –I live close to a large mosque (see the minaret?), with a talented muezzin. What I find hilarious, though, is the lackadaisical attitude towards time here. Unlike some places, where the call to prayer swells up simultaneously from all directions, here the mosques start one at a time, staggering their calls based on some unfathomable personal calculation.

Also, check out the helipads on the nearby tower blocks. It’s pretty common here, not just for businesses, but also for luxury residences. Extravagent, yes, and extremely bad for the environment. But perhaps not an entirely unreasonable response to the city’s hellish traffic. Though I, myself, am more of a motorcycle taxi kind of girl.

For those interested in my new incarnation as an arts and entertainment reporter, here are two stories that ran in the Jakarta Post today: one (as promised) on the Pussycat Dolls concert, and one a review of a flamenco performance. Enjoy.

Pussycat Dolls

So, my first serious, hard-hitting piece for the Jakarta Post will be…a review of the Pussycat Dolls concert.  I only wish I was kidding.

Ridiculousness

I believe this is called paying your dues.  Though actually, there is something interesting about a group that’s (pretty much only) known for being sexually provacative performing in the capital of a Muslim country.

Just got home a bit ago, will write it up tomorrow, and the story should run Sunday.  I’m not so sure I’m going to want it out there, but since I’m sure you’re all clever enough to find it on your own, maybe I’ll post a link.