Cream Ibiza 2006

Paul Van Dyk: Ferry Corsten: Paul Oakenfold: Groove Armada: Shapeshifters: Above & Beyond: Eddie Halliwell: Mylo: Axwell: Steve Angello + MoreAnnounced for Cream Ibiza 2006 The sun is shining and the weather is sweet….or at least it is in Ibiza! Which is why we’re pleased to announce details for this years award winning Cream Ibiza season!

Last year Cream celebrated 10 years at the top on the white isle of Ibiza! A journey that started way back in 1995 has continued to thrive and has since made Cream the biggest night on the island. This year they return to do it all again bigger and better than before with a tasty variety of ever growing superstar DJ’s to appeal to all music loving hedonists. The Main Room is the stuff of legend and never disappoints and this years line up speaks for itself with the Worlds No.1 DJ Paul Van Dyk as exclusive resident once again, no one gets the reception that this German uber jock gets when he enters the club, in fact there are almost as many people waiting outside for his arrival as there are inside! He will be joined by Dutchman Ferry Corsten for his first residency stint for Cream. Having built up a global following Eddie Halliwell returns joined by former Cream Resident and legend Paul Oakenfold. Rising stars Above & Beyond, Gareth Wyn and Adam Sheridan also pop in throughout the summer having chosen Cream as their exclusive port of call! The Terrace just gets better every year with this summers ‘house’ offering the best of the best to get your booty shaking with some forward thinking 'house' protagonists! We welcome some back by demand favourites as well as some fresh talent to the fold including Groove Armada, Shapeshifters, Mylo, Jon Carter men of the moment and Swedish mafia dons Steve Angello, Sebastian Ingrosso and Axwell makes his debut as exclusive Resident…to mention but a few!Cream also forms part of Radio 1’s week long activity to host a special party coinciding with our 11th birthday! Radio 1 will be broadcasting one of our very special guests exclusively from the event on Saturday 12th August!In addition Galaxy have also chosen Cream as part of their Ibiza summer fun, broadcasting from Amnesia on Thursday 20th July, remember the date and get your flights booked now!

In addition, this year Cream have teamed up with super brand Gio-Goi to design and manufacture its official Cream Ibiza merchandise, a collaboration that’s sure to be a big hit with both their fans. Merchandise will be available to purchase on the island and on http://www.cream.co.uk/creamsite/ Cream hosts Thursday nights at the spectacular Amnesia kicking off the Summer on Thursday 22nd June and culminating the Ibiza season on Thursday 21st September...we hope you'll be there to join us! Let the fun begin…!

the singapore idyll

J: Hey, remember A? The girl we met at the exhibition opening who works for that ad agency?
Y: Oh yah. What's up with her?
J: Nothing. I bumped into her last night and found out that she lives in that fancy condo by the river -
Y: That's nice!
J: Yah, lucky thing.
Y: Yah. But I love living where we are. I like living in a HDB flat.
J: Oh, I remember, it's your proletariat dream.
Y: Exactly! Since the flat's really just a 99 year lease from the government, we don't actually own any property. Legitimate proletariat.
J:...

Living in a HDB flat, you learn the names of the neighbour's children, observe the coming-and-going of the folks in the opposite block, guess from the free-roaming aroma what yummy soup the lady 2 floors down is boiling, note the rumbling engines of the feeder bus every 10 minutes or so, make small talk with the hawkers at the market, wander past the lady who insists on growing the stray cat population with her generosity, lament the passing of the faraway tree, avoid the visitation of your insincere MP, tolerate the karaoke braying of the over-enthusiastic old lady downstairs, skirt around the funeral wakes at the void decks and common spaces, watch that no one is loitering around the lift lobby when you get home too late at night, laugh for the 26th time when you walk pass the sign of the retro hairdresser's that reads "Permanent Wave Salon"... Living in a HDB estate, you cannot be cloistered from the rhythms and patterns of life. Similarly, you can't help forming associations and relations with these patterns and rhythms of community. And it's true, love is not only choice but also habit.

Oasis preps 'definitive' set

Stop the Clocks, a double CD of hits, B-sides, and Oasis' "finest moments ever," will hit stores November 20.

Six albums and 12 years on, Oasis is set to release a double CD retrospective picked by the band itself and labeled as the "definitive collection."

But the 18-track collection, dubbed Stop the Clocks and set to hit stores November 20, is not a standard greatest-hits package. In addition to hits like "Supersonic," "Wonderwall," and "The Importance of Being Idle," the set will include Oasis B-sides like "Acquiesce" and "Half the World Away."

"Having spent 10 months on the road in support of the two million-selling Don't Believe The Truth, Stop the Clocks is released as Oasis take a well-earned sabbatical prior to starting work on new material," the band said in announcing the compilation. "As such, this is not a full stop, but merely a time out."

Oasis' debut album, 1994's Definitely Maybe, was voted as the greatest album of all time by British music fans, according to a survey taken by British Hit Singles & Albums and NME.com, the Web site of the music news weekly New Music Express. The band's follow-up, (What's the Story) Morning Glory?, allows Oasis to join only the Beatles and Radiohead with two albums in the top 10.

Sean Lennon

Sean Lennon
Friendly Fire
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Friendly Fire, the solo album from Sean Lennon, will be released on Parlophone on October 2nd.

Following Into the Sun, Lennon’s acclaimed 1998 solo debut, Friendly Fire is a cinematic suite of songs which share the same dizzying wealth of musical styles as its predecessor, but eschews some of its freeform tendencies for more traditional song structure and some unifying themes.

“There was a long period after the first album where I felt disillusioned with the machinery of the industry,” says Lennon. “It’s not that I stopped recording, playing and performing, I did all of those things, just more discreetly. Friendly Fire is an experiment to see what it might be like to do music more publicly again.”

Produced by Lennon, the Friendly Fire sessions really got underway when he asked producer/engineer Tom Biller (among other things Jon Brion’s trusted mixer for his recordings with Fiona Apple and Kanye West, as well as for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind) and drummer Matt Chamberlain (Pearl Jam, Tori Amos) into the studio for two weeks of collaboration.

Where Lennon played most all instruments on his debut, the Friendly Fire sessions found him still writing most of the parts, but conjuring a shape-shifting “band” to record live to tape, mostly in single takes. Other participants included Jon Brion (organ, guitar, additional drums), Cibo Matto’s Yuka Honda (piano, keyboards, bass), Harper Simon (guitar) and Bijou Phillips (background vocals), among others.

A childlike piano prelude introduces sweeping album opener “Dead Meat,” the sweetest, most lush-sounding song to ever warn “In the end you’re gonna learn/All you get is what you deserve.” Similarly, the dark romanticism of the gentle, melodic “Parachute” intones “If I have to die tonight/I’d rather be with you.”

Lennon has also produced a short film for each of the album’s tracks, directed by Michele Civetta. The fantastical shorts, which together comprise a conceptual film about betrayal and the failure of love, feature appearances from Lennon and friends including Lindsay Lohan, Bijou Phillips, Asia Argento, Carrie Fisher, Devon Aoki, Jordana Brewster and others.

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the daily planet

sunset world - image by J

There's a scene in Superman Returns of Clark Kent channel surfing after he has returned from a 5-year space orbit. Of course, Superman doesn't need the news to tell him that the world is in a mess and needs his saving, but he watches anyway. In this one act, he is like us - and why he is Superman and not Superalien.

Cloistered in on our little island, the tsunamis and bombed out cities can seem far away dramas - the latter more crazy than the former, since we can pretend not to understand nature. As part of our island life, we can be thankful for small comedies instead, like the mr brown fiasco (enough, please!) and that rather unreal smiling for the IMF/WB folks. And still smaller, in our HDB flats, the little sadnesses, hurts and doubts in between meals and dreams - not entirely incomprehensible.



It's hard to write when the context in which you write appear uncertain. The global, the national, the domestic, the personal. And though the eternal is certain, tonight, I just want to find space in fiction - even if it is someone else's.

News from Justin Timberlake

Justin Timberlake
SexyBack
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“SexyBack,” is the first single from Justin Timberlake's new album, FutureSex/LoveSounds, it was co-written and co-produced by Justin Timberlake, Timbaland and Nate Hills. This is the follow-up to his 7 million worldwide debut release Justified, on September 12, 2006. The producers on the album include Justin Timberlake, JAWBreakers, Timbaland and Rick Rubin.

Justin will kick off an international promotional tour in July starting with dates in Europe and Japan. In August he will embark on a US club tour previewing the new album.

Loveparade 2006

Berlin's Loveparade is back. After two years' break because of lack of funding, the massive street parade returns to the city's Strabe des 17 Juni boulevard. Millions of revellers, DJs and clubs from all over the world make sure the event lives up to its reputation as the world's biggest street party. Thanks to new sponsors, who share the 2.5-million Euro costs of the parade, the event remains free to visit. For the first time this year, it's also free to register a truck for the parade. So smaller clubs are expected to feature much more prominently in the decidedly international line-up. The Loveparade was originally the brainchild of a German DJ called Dr Motte, who hit upon the idea of holding a free, mobile acid-house party in the street.

The first Loveparade was held in 1989 and attracted just 150 revellers, who followed two cars with cassette recorders along the Kurfurstendamm.
In the 1999 Loveparade, 1.4 million people followed 51 floats along the Strasse des 17 Juni and past some of Germany's most important monuments and landmarks, all in celebration of Love, Freedom and Techno!

The Loveparade is hugely popular, attracting some of the biggest DJs and crowds from around the world and spanning all facets of electronic music. It has even spawned a series of sister events in such far-flung places as the UK, Israel and South Africa. The event completely takes over the city, prowling through the streets like a giant monster. Each float is fashioned by club and party organisers, who bring their own DJs and their own brand of techno. Fifty-one different floats create a cacophony of beats for the people who dance alongside, blowing whistles and often wearing very little bar body paint. The traditional route of the parade snakes past the Angel of Peace monument in the middle of the Tiergarden and down to the Brandenburg Gate, a potent symbol of German reunification. Here the focus shifts to one massive arena. Two DJ booths surrounded by hundreds of cameras are raised on scaffolding high above the cheering crowd, giving the headlining DJs their moment of glory. Giant video screens light up the sky as the likes of Westbam, Sven Vath and Paul Van Dyk play to the crowd, cameras broadcast live around the world and two million people go absolutely wild.

The Parade Welcome to the world's biggest party - a moving monster of excitable fun-lovers dressed in anything from, well, practically nothing to alien outfits and furry underwear. Anything goes, and boy does it go - well into the night, as love, freedom and techno are celebrated in a high energy frenzy

Breaks, Electro Promo DJ MIX

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the very first time

The first novel is a curious thing. (I've never written one myself, sorry, so I am speaking here only as a curious reader.)

If I was an editor handed a first novel, would I edit out the rawness? The parts that appear over-written but, given the context and the rawness of emotion, those dramatically paused sentences that actually seem wrong in a right way? Would I suggest that the story arc be less obvious, less naive? Instead, suggest that it assumes a more deceptively meandering form so that when the pages towards the end literally thin out, the reader would not be so conscious that the story is reaching a point of conflict that will, no doubt, be resolved?

Oh lucky thing I'm also not an editor!

Still, it is equally hard to be a curious reader nowadays.

The reviews give out the whole deal. The hype that surrounds each book reaches you through the newspapers/blogs, word of mouth, bookcovers that try too hard, and fancy displays in bookstores - that now ubiquitous top 10 shelf. But I was curious when I picked up Khaled Hosseini's first novel, The Kite Runner, mostly because it was about Afghanistan, and I know next to nothing about that country.

And like any good read, while a large part of the novel is set in and the characters are all from Afghanistan, its specific political turmoil is enhanced, not reduced, by the common stories of love, jealousy, shame and absolution. For me, where The Kite Runner rises above the pitfalls of a first novel is most clearly seen in its powerful yet sensitive telling of shame. The shame of betrayal. The shame of cowardice. The shame of un-love. This is no niggly guilty feeling, but the overwhelming, stricken fear that you are not who you appear to be, and that one day, what or who you truly are cannot be hidden, not even from your dream life.


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*If you prefer to read this in a group and talk about it with random folks and reading clubs, The Kite Runner is also a recommended book for the Read Singapore season.

I'm Going to Tell You A Secret DVD available at the Madonna Web store!

Madonna's ground breaking documentary is now available on DVD at the Madonna Webstore! Also available is a live CD of songs performed during the 2004 Re-Invention Tour. Check it out now by clicking HERE!

Madonna is to be supported on tour by DJ Paul Oakenfold.

Oakenfold will open the 'Hung Up' singer's concert at Cardiff's Millennium Stadium, in Wales, on July 30 and join her on the European leg of her 'Confessions' tour.

The DJ first supported Madonna in 2004 when she performed at Slane Castle in Ireland. This year he will warm up the crowds for her in Rome, Dusseldorf, Hanover, Horsens and Amsterdam. Oakenfold has remixed several of Madonna's hits, including 'Hollywood', 'Sorry' and 'American Life'.

hair-brained

In many ways, in spite of meritocracy, democracy or whathaveyou that we put on, it often feels like we are suffering from the weird lingerings-on of a primitive system...

But this is really about hair and hairdressing.


Before, During, After...hair art by J

A one-party landscape and a monarchy have these common types - an emperor, the crown prince, a select group of favourite princes/princesses, eunuchs, courtiers and generals...everyone else a tax-paying subject. On a small island, substitute the emperor with a feudal lord and his clan.

In such a world, that rigid, unquestioned hierarchy of occupations also prevail. The way to the top is either to commandeer troops or be a scholar, and rise to be a magistrate, first in the small town, and perhaps to the capital to join the court of ministers. Merchants are respected and disdained for their wealth. Poets drown. Artists (if they survive) must pander to the taste of the emperior and the court, or the lord and his clan - service the legitimising and celebration power with the display of prosperity and human achievement. But hairdressers. Folks who use their hands, service the body or its appearance - thair dressers, ear-cleaners, tailors, artisans, singers - they are at the bottom.



Against this limiting order emerged the liberating, fictional jiang hu - an alternate universe of swords(wo)men, and bad evil villains on the extremes of yin or yang. The jiang hu and its unwritten codes of coduct (not unlike the Italian mafia underground), return compassion and justice to the alienating forces of officialdom (whose bad eggs are often in cahoots with the villains with the red eyeliner and green smoke bombs).

Aiyah, I don't really know why or what I'm ranting and rambling about here. Perhaps it's just been a frustrating week at work, and I almost wish I could, like Terz and Tym, imagine living away from this small island.

But back to hairdressing.

In Singapore, a hairdresser is not something a child dreams of becoming. It is a job associated with low-wage foreigners from across the border or the Middle Kingdom, and Secondary School dropouts. Designers and artists are marginally higher on that ladder. J and I know go to G for our haircuts. After so many years, he's a friend who amazes us each time with some fancy two-headed scissors he's just bought from an 18 year-old master in Japan, a new tale of his new snazzy salon in Shanghai, or some strange concept salon he's been dreaming about.

But hairdressing can be more than an occupation stuck on some invisible ladder going nowhere, it can be an art. And as with most arts, it takes skill, experience, knowledge and understanding - creativity and vision. I remember a conversation with G once about what he does. We talked about texture, fashion, form, perspective and lines, logic and intuition, sculpture, cultures, ergonomics (in the design of scissors!), business, the future and shampoo.



In the end, hairdressing saved my week.

:: At its start, I learnt about Read Singapore, and the Library Board's initiative with several hair salon owners to introduce a reading club in their salons. What a great idea! Why can't there be a politicians book club? A civil servants' reading club? These are folks who really ought to read more -and not just management books or reports, but fiction, glorious fiction, redeeming fiction of jiang hu!

:: Two nights ago, I invited J to try his hand at trimming a fringe that demands to be trimmed. Tonight, after studying the results, we're going to do more cutting. After all, he has been observing G for almost a decade now, surely he had picked up something! Time for an experiment! (see images above)

:: Yesterday, I chanced upon an article in Forbes that listed the 10 jobs that will disappear, 10 jobs of the future, and 10 jobs that will never go away. Guess what's #5 and #6?(*)

:: Today, I met with Wheyface and orange clouds (back from Beijing). Over a yummy lunch of fish roe spaghetti, what else did we talk about for 30mins but that fascinating art - hairdressing - Japanese haridressers in China, horror perms, selective rebonding, tri-coloured highlights. Even hairy Lee made a guest appearance, courtesy of Wheyface's professorial observations during the conversation.

So long live hairdressing! Long live hairdressers! Long live hairy hair!

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(*) 1 - politician
2 - prostitute
3 - mortician
4 - tax collector
5 - barber ("nothing is certain in life but death, taxes and haircuts")
6 - artists inc. designers, writers, entertainers
7 - parents/parenting
8 - religious leaders
9 - criminal
10 - soldier

Gorillaz - Demon Days

Oh i just love these guys - their tunes and design is top notch - the whole style - look and feel just makes me adore them - and I think my favorite song all year long was their hot single feel good inc - which was recently nominated for a grammy - this wacky band is just so darned lovable they had to nail the #2 spot!


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GOODBYE MY DESTINY’S CHILD

I know, this is old news - but in a recent concert in barcelona (spain) - those three hot hot hot ladies aka destiny’s child announced they are kaput at the end of their world tour - oh my - I’m so sad - we all saw it coming a mile away - I’m so glad they came back as promised for their third and now final album - destiny fufilled (I’m obsessed with the current single girl) - and it sure is now ‘destiny fufilled’ - I don’t care what anyone says - they have provided hit after hit of sheer booty - shake yr ass tunes - and what a set of pipes each possesses! they are amazing and will be so so so missed as a trio - but of course beyonce knowles will carry on to mega-stardom - and i do predict kelly rowland and michelle williams will do good too - I'm so sure of it - and I we can all forsee the inevitable destiny’s child reunion - much thanks and love to them - we will be watching you guys (note to all: don’t follow in the steps of diana ross…but popbytes so loves the diana factor) - popbytes shedding a small pop tear..... :(

Elize - Into Your System (Live)

See clip Elize - "Into Your System" (Live version) HERE

you quit, i quit

poster by J

J's post, numero 2:

I popped the question to her today. She is still single. Still beautiful, in her early 40s, I think. She did not seem surprised. It was as if she read me like an open book. She smiled and asked me about my plans. I told her I have no plans, but I know it will be a period of explorations, experimentations. She told me she had expected me to pop the question. She had felt it would be so every year when she asked me about my performance. Her reply this time was short and sweet. You know you are absolutely dispensible when you ask your boss "is it ok that I quit next month?" and she does not even ask you to stay a little longer.

Y: So, congratulations!
J: ... for what?
Y: Well, for finally telling your boss you are leaving your job!
J: I guess it's about time. After 8 years of lying to myself that I can be good with this corporate shit, maybe even be a director or a consultant.
Y: Haha. Consultant.
J: Maybe I am still lying to myself now by quitting. to think that quitting would bring me some place better, that I can do something else different and make it in the outside world.
Y: Is that why the poster you made for that non-existent movie says 七月之謊, July Lies?
J: Yah. The biggest lies are made in July.
Y: That's depressing! You're really very drama, you know.
Melancholic J: That's me. I'm a melancholic.
Y: Haha. Meloncholic!
J: And you are corny.
Y: Yah, amaizeing that we are together hor. Haha.

what you learn at art class

There are things that you can learn at art class besides how to make a pretty picture.

(1) Like how NOT to make a pretty picture.


4 ugly monoprints of my hansem J

Because the monoprint is a one-time thing (it literally means a print you only make once, by applying pressure directly on the paper against ink), and because it doesn't allow for too much fussing or control, it demands a certain spontaneity when you make a picture. In fact, the more you ask of the monoprint a precision and clean-ness of form, chances are the more the image you have in your mind slips from you. It demands, therefore, that you accept the possibility of failure from the start.

(2) Like how obsessed, typical Singaporean that I am, with achievement and success.

How I struggled with the monoprint! Not that it is a complex process, it is not. I told N, the teacher, that even the sketch book I carry around with me is not filled with random casual sketches, but "complete" drawings. Since I draw with a pen, once I discover what I think is a "mistake" and the picture failing to conform to my will, it is considered a failure and abandoned. If I could, I would rip out the page.

(3) Like how learning is about allowing failure.

Yes, however cliched this sounds. Failure is discomforting. It shakes your sense of who you are. It makes you feel good, strangely, like you are learning something.


A self-portrait by Y of a photo by J of a print by Y of J - tis what you would call a serious printmaker!

<4> Like how it's important to know that you are good at something.

I'm stealing J's lesson here! While I'm in a Thursday printmaking class, he's at a Monday/Thursday Visual communications class at the same place. After almost 2 years of being in a job where what you think you are good at is not needed or valued, J told me how he felt alive again at his class, doing what he knew he could - and learning to be even better.


Self-portrait of the serious J

sure win!

a giant BBQ chick wing? It's a whole BBQ pig! - photo by J

Our friend demonstrates yet again why his name is Wings.

(this exchange is in mandarin)
Wings:: Long time no see.
J: Hey, where have you been the past few weeks? We came by, but your stall was either shut or there were no chicken wings.
Wings: Ohr [he glances at his parents by the satay pit], they two old ones went for eye operations mah.
J: Eh, [lowering his voice to a conspiratorial level] I tell you, we went to that chicken wing place and tried their wings...you know, that old-style hawker centre you said you thought about joining last time, the one with the high rent...now it's behind the "durians", you know... [J refers to the "Makansutra Glutton's Bay"]
Wings: Ohr, that one! [he pauses, then drawls, knowingly.] Hoowww? Niicce?
J: Not nice lah!
Wings: See, I told you!
J: They're not very tasty.
Wings: I told you. I ate there once. Went there to try. Not nice!
J:...
Wings: Very crispy, right? But the taste is a little sour? [He pauses, but not enough for a reply] I told you! They add vinegar. It's all just vinegar! The vinegar makes the chicken wings dry, so it BBQs faster, crispier - but there's no taste, sour sour only right? The skin is crispy crispy only lah -
J: Yah yah, your chicken wings are still the best...
Wings: Hng...I know. [he smiles, shows his broken teeth and walks away].

the young, the old, and the missing

Helen is too big for our island?

The National Arts Council will be supporting the 2nd NOISE festival in Singapore this year. The trick with NOISE is that once you are above the age of 25, you are essentially disqualified from submitting any work. Not that such a festival makes much of a difference (as its name implies) or that the age limit cripples anyone, but it did bring to mind the conversation J and I were having recently about growing old in Singapore.

In Lee Kang Sheng's directorial debut The Missing (2004: companion piece to Tsai Ming Liang's Goodbye DragonGate Inn), the title refers to 3 groups/people. One is the grandchild, who goes missing in the Park. The second is the grandma who is desperately searching for the child. Hence, figuratively "missing" is the lost grandma - she misses the child and misses the company of society in what is a bewildering and increasingly alienating Taipei. But the third is all the working population in Taipei. Shot during office hours, most of the working adults are literally "missing" from the screen. Their voices are heard on the phone or on a loudhailer (touting carrot cake!). They may race by in their scooters. But their lives are missing figuratively, and literally from the drama and emotional going-ons that we are witnessing.

A strangely moving movie, despite or maybe because of its long takes.

In the same way, a large part of our island population seems to have gone missing. Not just the retiree-old, but the definitions of "old" seems to have crept into the working population... In fact, when you hit 45, the government has to "incentivise" employers to hire you for your "experience" (which paradoxically tells employers that those over 45 are otherwise not worth their pay!). What are the measures of worth we levy on the individual as a society. I guess our salaries reflect our economic worth. Our degrees (or lack thereof) reflect our potential economic worth. And our age reflects our increasing or diminishing worth (the young have "potential" that are worth an investment). But beyond these exacting terms, what a whole lot of missing "value"!

Of course, this is probably not particular to our island. But it does seem particularly persistent in our obsession with youth. (I was just reminded when I went back to the UK rcently how their whole Open University initiative and their lifelong learning campaign celebrate opportunities for those who may not have had those opportunities when they were "young". Here, if you are 45, all you can do is maybe "upgrade" your skills - or learn how to use toilet cleaning equipment. The UK is a different island. It has a different respect for what may be old and deemed expired on our tinier island.)

But I digress!

The point of my conversation with J was that perhaps there should be a real celebration of the creativity of the not-so-noisy old. Remind policy makers that while it is great to have dreams (fancy or not so fancy ones, practical or impractical, whimsical or engineered) when you are young and society is happy to take some risks with your dreaming, surely it is just as important for a 45 year-old to entertain these dreams - that visioning is not only for politicians and CEOs.

How idealistic us ampulets are, to even think that we maybe we could organise a little festivity to bring out the creative works of the (wo)man above 25 above 45 and gone missing. Anyone?