Now, despite my views of Mr. Trump, I have been keeping relatively silent about the going-ons in the White House for the last 6 months. One, because there is already too much coverage on it in the media and on the internet and two, out of respect for those who still support the man. I may disagree with your views but I felt it would be wrong to deride or ridicule them.
And then, I came across this wonderful gem below on the internet which touched on the recent short 10 day term of Anthony Scaramucci as Trump’s Communications Director and other current news. It has been reposted so I don’t even know its original source but I thought it was really creative and funny. So forgive the squirrel for this lapse in said principles above. But this deserves to be celebrated. Mago, I think you would particularly enjoy this.
Try singing it to the tune of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody and have fun.
I am sure that most of you have by now heard of the song Despacito by Luis Fonsi and featuring Justin Beiber. This month it became the world’s most streamed song of all time with over 4.6 billion streams. In fact, you have probably seen the video and heard the song so many times that you are beginning to lose your grip on sanity. Everywhere you turn, the song or the video is playing for the umpteenth time.
Well, not in Malaysia. If you need relief, come to Malaysia. It is a Despacito free zone; at least you will not hear it on any government run radio station or see it on any government run or government related TV channels. The Malaysian government, at the behest of self appointed religious police, has declared the song lyrics obscene and banned the song.
These are the same people who recently tried to ban the use of names like hot dogs, pretzel dogs, Coney dogs etc because it was offensive to those who considered dogs to be unclean.
Anyway, being a passive aggressive squirrel, I have decided to do an act of civil disobedience by posting this cover version of the song that is being played using the traditional Malay “gamelan” instruments – although it is by a group from our neighbor, Indonesia.
………..because you just can’t stop the squirrel! Hope you like it.
Last week, I attended a funeral with some friends. It was for an eighty year old lady who had been sickly for awhile and had finally succumbed. I did not know her at all. She was a distant relative of one of my friends.
She had traveled half way round the world to my neck of the woods to visit her son and then poor health intervened and prevented her from leaving. She spent the last 3 years of her life unable to return home. Apart from close family, few people here knew her. Those that did, only knew her as a sickly, bedridden woman who was totally dependent on others for her care.
But if some of us who attended the small service had been inclined to feel pity for her, we would be chastised. When we learned more about her, we realised that she had lived a long, love-filled and inspirational life. She had raised five children of which three were adopted and of different race and cultural backgrounds. She also was foster parent to scores of other children over the years. She was also active in her church and as an advocate for children welfare. I shamefully admit that I would never had guessed.
Her ashes are being returned home where there will be another memorial service – one that I believe will be attended by many, many people; lives that she had touched, helped and nurtured by her love.
Yesterday, I ran into an elderly gentleman whom I hadn’t seen for a few years. He was quietly having a meal at a cafe with a friend. He is a small man with a nondescript walking cane and a hearing aid. Soft spoken and not one who naturally draws attention, he would easily have gone unnoticed. Quite invisible to most of the younger patrons of the cafe, I think.
I went over to shake his hand and to greet him. He was happy to spend a few minutes exchanging news and pleasantries. To me and those who know this humble man, he is a giant.
He was responsible for setting up a major government department and ministry when Malaysia was nation building after independence. His achievements garnered international recognition and he was asked to help set up similar ministries and departments in other newly independent nations within the British Commonwealth. He serve the country for decades with great distinction.
He was also active in Christian charity and church work and he continues to do so till today at the age of 101. A giant of a man.
Why am I sharing these two stories? Well, I have been kind of reminded that we tend to make assumptions of people based on first impressions and too often our assumptions are negative and frequently wrong.
I grew up in Asia and am a product of the Confucian philosophy that is part of many Asian societies . We are taught from an early age the importance of respecting our elders and to honor our teachers. So I was surprised when I went to University and one of my revered professors told us lowly first years during orientation week that while he did not know us from Adam, he would always expect that some of us, if not all, would achieve more in our scientific careers than he had. He saw that each of us had potential that remained undiscovered. We were not lowly students but potentially Nobel Prize winners.
(Editor’s note: regular readers will now understand why the Lone Grey Squirrel remains obsessed with the Nobel Prize and why he hasn’t got one yet!)
That professor taught me a valuable lesson about seeing the good and the potential in others. I have always remembered that and tried to do so in my own life.
Indeed, the bible teaches this very thing;
Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves,not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others. (Philipians 2:3-4)
I am still trying and frequently have to remind myself to see others through my limited mindset but to value them and their potential for greatness, beauty and love. I look but do I really see? You know what I mean?
Two posts in a row on cats! What is wrong with the Lone Grey Squirrel? Has his little squirrely brain gone nuts …….more than usual? Is it a case of cat scratch fever?
Editor’s Note:- Cat scratch fever is a real thing! And just another reason to get rid of your cats and adopt squirrels instead. Just another public service announcement.
The cat that I refer to in this post is the palm civet cat. It is also known as the toddy cat and in Malaysia as the “musang”. It’s scientific name is Paradoxurus hermaphroditus. However, just to confuse things, it is neither a true cat nor a hermaphrodite. Confused yet ?
But all this is unimportant to the telling of this true story.
What you need to know is that the musang is about 40 in or 100 cm from nose to tail and that it can sometimes be seen in urban areas. Being a nocturnal creature, it comes out under the cover of darkness and run across the roof of houses causing such a racket with their clawed feet that house owners are often awakened from slumber, thinking that a cat burglar is trying to gain entry.
I was once called to attend to a case involving the civet cat. The cat had fallen down an airwell into a house and had found its way into the master bedroom. Now trapped and panicky, it was running around scared, ripping the bedsheets with its claws and peeing and pooping all over the place.
The home owners knew me personally and knew that I was working as a science officer at a nature conservation organisation and called me to come help them out. It was meant to be a capture, relocate and release operation.
Now, we did have colleagues that were trained field biologists with practical experience in handling wild animals. Unfortunately, they were all out at that time doing their thing in the jungle. There was just Andy and me. Andy was our PR guy and I was actually trained in microbiology which meant that the only thing I knew how to catch was the flu!
The house owners were placing their hopes and expectations on us. Little did they know we both felt as scared and as panicky as the civet. We had zero field experience and zero equipment with us other than a large burlap bag in which we hoped to capture the animal. So there we were entering a room with an angry, scared and cornered wild animal and we all know a cornered animal is a dangerous one. I was thinking, if it bites me, I will have to get painful rabies shots. Yikes.
What followed was like something out of Keystone Cops. First we tried to get it to run towards us and the bag but when it started to run towards us, we dropped the bag and fled in fear. Then we tried to jump on it with the bag but it flashed past us leaving us in a heap. We tried chasing it but it ran way faster than us. We tried driving it into a corner but it got so angry that our courage failed.
Eventually it ran under the bed and stayed there. When we peered under the bed, we could make out its beady eyes in the darkness. And we stared at each other for a very long time; both civet and humans glad to have a pause in the frantic running around.
Andy and I did not really want another round of chase the cat. So we discussed what we would do instead and all the while the civet stayed put in the gloom under the bed.
That was when we had an eureka moment. The civet cat felt safe under the bed not just because the bed was a physical barrier but because being a nocturnal animal, it would always prefer to seek the safety of darkness.
We went out and brought back a long cardboard box, a broom and a couple of strong torchlights. We placed the box down with one end open. We then took positions on either side of the bed and then at the count of three we both switched on our torchlights. The civet had lost its dark hiding place and with the further inducement of a prodding broomstick, streaked out of there. But where would it now go? It ran straight into the safety of the dark interior of the box.
We quickly closed the box. Ta-da. Mission accomplished and I may add, the civet seemed to calm down quite a bit in its new dark sanctuary. After that, we were able to transfer the animal to a forest reserve and release it without further drama.
We were both proud of our newly learned civet catching skill but strangely enough we were never ever called to use that skill again.
Oh, did I mention that though we escaped physical injury, we both stank to high heaven from being around the civet’s secretions. There was a definite dip in social life for the near future. Yeah……on second thought, I am glad I never had to do it again.
I guess it goes without saying that squirrels and cats have a bit of a strained relationship; like Tom and Jerry, or Frodo and goblins, or Harry and “He who must not be named”. So when you say “rare cat”, I would usually say “not rare enough!”.
But being a liberal minded squirrel, I have to say in all fairness that some…..just a few….cats may not be all bad. Putting away my own horrific experiences with the cat version of Cujo; I have to grudgingly admit that the Bornean Bay Cat or B.B.C. is kinda cool looking.
Little is known about this shy elusive creature except that it is only found on the island of Borneo (part Malaysian and part Indonesian with a tiny little bit of it belonging to Brunei) and that it is very rare and rarely seen. In fact, it was only rediscovered by science in 1992 and the first photo of a live specimen taken in 1998 (photo above). It is about the size of a large domestic cat (head and body about 53 cm long and the tail about 39 cm long).
The reason I am posting about this rare kitty, apart that it is found in my neck of the woods, is that the very first video footage of it was captured just last year and here it is…….the B.B.C. – cool cat. So whaddya think?
I hid in my secret underground hideout, hibernating for the last four months, just so as to give you some time to sort things out but now that I have popped my head out, what do I see? I see that the Twitter-in-chief is still President of the USA.
But it wasn’t just fear that had made me keep a low profile. To be honest, I was feeling a bit dry; like I was running out of things I wanted to say. But I decided to give it a try again. I hope you will be patient with me cause I’m not sure where I’ll be heading with this. Baby steps. One post at a time.
To celebrate my coming back to the blogosphere, – like a bad penny that keeps turning up or a Hollywood sequel or reboot that we didn’t need like “The Mummy”, and also to belatedly salute my favorite country’s 150th Birthday, please enjoy this Canadian award winning gem.
What can you say about bamboo? Bamboo is just a wonder. Despite being relatively light weight, it has a greater tensile strength than steel and withstands compression better than concrete! Not bad at all for something that is considered to be a primitive grass! In China, it is used as scaffolding for building construction. It is also used as water containers and piping, creating chopsticks, building material, creating activated carbon etc.
But, you know, bamboo is beautiful too. There is something magical, spiritual almost watching the bamboo sway in the breeze and listening to the sound of the leaves. All the more so when you find yourself in the middle of an old age bamboo grove.
Welcome to the Arashiyama Bamboo Grove. Located to the west of Kyoto, it is one of the top destinations for tourists and locals alike. Beautiful. I would easily included it in my Squirrel’s Secret Spot series except for the @#%*!@ crowd of people there! Definitely recommend visiting off-season, during weekdays and as early as possible. I went in early December.
It’s not all bamboo though. There is also a UNESCO World Heritage Temple (Tenryuji), the scenic Hozu River gorge (go on a boat ride or a scenic train ride or combine the two), a monkey park and other attractions.
And then, it gets even more excellent! For about a week in December, the forest is illuminated and it turns into a wonderland (Arashiyama Hanatoro event).
All that wandering around and gazing at the wonderful sights will leave you famished. Make a pit stop and refuel at one of the many restaurants, tea houses, food kiosks found all along the access to the forest from the railway station. I am sure that its all good but I want to make a mention about this stall that makes yuba donuts from scratch. Familiar yet different and tummy warming.
I loved this place so much. I will be back!
Viewing the World Through the Observation of Squirrels