Vietnam: Power lines, bottle openers, Mr Smith and Ms Jacobs.

I have just returned from a two week holiday in Vietnam expectedly with a wide range of observations with which to tire friends and relatives. There are a few though that relate heavily to economics and the sociology of markets and capitalism which are probably more of interest to a Troppodillian audience (and can thus mask my self indulgence). So here’s a handful of minor ones with another longer one Vietnamese capitalism and sympathy in a day or two.

There is an almost universal tendency for buildings to be very narrow and very tall (3 metres at most wide, and four stories at least tall). I am told that this is due to land tax that is levied based on footprint. The unintended effect of this regulation in many urban environments is to create an atmosphere as appealing to me as the sprawl caused by regulation here and in the US in unappealing. The extensive street level commerce (there is still an astounding lack of real commerical real estate) also contributes. 10 points to both Adam Smith and Jane Jacobs. On the other hand when there is a lonely slim tower emerging from a rice paddy like the last fang of a geriatric tiger, the effect is mainly bemusing.

What is not appealing is the unruly and disturbing masses of powerlines, many of which trail loose wires and are used by vendors to suspend goods and equipment. I was also told the majority of the wiring is dead, and when wiring died it was replaced without removing the old wire. This is a sort of accelerating public goods problem. The more people fail to contribute by removing their old wire, the more costly it becomes for others to find their own old wire and contribute by removing it. The example in the photo is far far far from the worst example we saw.

Walking in Hanoi traffic is a wonderful lesson in the efficacy of simple informal rules followed universally. The wide boulevards of Saigon, which also had traffic lights, were far less pedestrian friendly, despite having navigable footpaths.  Continue reading

Urban Planning and Corporate Governance.


The Sydney Morning Herald has been trumpeting a study they supported by on the future of Sydney’s public transport and urban structure. Beneath the being overly pleased with themselves, with we’re above petty politics harrumphing there is a genuine effort to talk about the policy issues in depth. That’s a big relief compared to the usual scandal mongering and whinging vox pops that we usually get from the media on the issue.

A major theme in the study is differing potential models for future development. One is a European model, which is described as a web of transport routes and urban centres across the metro area, which is officially the current plan. The other is an East Asian model which is described as a small number of dense urban centres from which public transport spokes extend, each covered by a spine of high rise residential developments and with land prices that rise exponentially with their access to these centres. The report reckons that we’re headed to the latter, which is A Bad Thing.

I am not convinced this is solely a issue of government policy though. A large part is due to decisions made by companies on where to provide jobs, and subsequently where the transport infrastructure is forced to be built to relieve what is already there. More specifically it’s about where the management of these companies decide to site their operations, particularly compared to what you might expect firms to do. I think this is partially an issue of corporate governance.
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The Atomic Peace of East and West

William Hardy Wilson is a fairly well regarded Australian architect of the 20th century and is such usually afforded a few paragraphs in biographical dictionaries and encyclopaedias. These will mention in passing a few well regarded buildings and pay brief mention to an unrealised effort late in his career to create a new architecture combining European and Asian aesthetics.

This does us a great disservice! Hardy Wilson’s later work was an attempt in his own mind to do no less than save civilisation. His own historical theory of everything, which dictated this work, was amazingly bizarre and for this alone is worth recounting. But he also held strong visions of a future Eurasian Australia. The parallels and contrasts with our own multicultural society are striking in both superficial and deeper ways. Continue reading

Erwin Fabian

Today Artworks is replaying a program from May on Erwin Fabian – possibly the oldest surviving Dunera boy who continues to sculpt every day in his studio in North Melbourne.  I have posted on him a few times before. I teed up an oral history project to record Erwin’s recollections of his life – I think it was the National Library.  Anyway it would have been a fantastic to get his recollections because apart from their inherent interest – he’s a very thoughtful man – it would also have helped add to the record of Australia’s intellectual and artistic history – Erwin was not quite a father figure, but someone to whom Australia’s greatest artists of the 1950s – particularly Boyd and Perceval looked up to as a little older than them (I think) and exotic having turned up from Europe.

In any event as you may have guessed from my tone, the project didn’t go ahead.  Erwin refused as he thought it too vainglorious.  I tried quite hard but he wasn’t interested.  So it’s good that he agreed to do this program which remains downloadable – the ABC seems to be quietly ditching the silly policy it once had of removing podcasts from its site as they became more than four programs old.

Erwin Fabian


Name the dragon: win $50

My local council, Port Phillip is holding a competition for young people to name this dragon which has just been built in a playground.  If you’re any of the 0-17 kids reading this site you probably have some ‘issues’ but perhaps you can show it to your kids.  If you get your entry in by tomorrow, you might win $50.

Your stimulus money working for you (I think it’s stimulus money, it looks and smells like stimulus money but there’s no sign up so perhaps it’s just BAU).  Anyway, it’s nice to see them going all Gov 2 about it (even if you still have to fill your name in on a printed pdf form :(

The little coloured knobs on the dragon look like they’re for climbing (pause for about 15 seconds until the council gets it’s first tort suit for someone falling off).  Click on the image and you should get taken through to a nice big version of it.

Monetising a touch of the tar

mellorMy family is staunchly lower class English on my dad’s side (his mother emigrated from England as a lady’s maid and then started a chicken farm in Greenacre in Sydney’s western suburbs) and bog Irish/Scottish Catholic on my mum’s side.

However, not much is known about my maternal grandfather’s grandmother.  On the family tree she’s just shown as “Daisy” with no surname, and her marriage to my great-great-grandfather as taking place at Kempsey on the NSW mid-north coast.

My grandfather (who I’ve written about before at Troppo – here and here) had a rather wide nose and always sported a good suntan though he seldom went outdoors in his last few years in the nursing home.  Never big on tact or diplomacy, I have sometimes speculated to my mum that maybe there was a bit of blackfella blood in the family.  She would quickly change the subject.  My mum has always had distinctly Hyacinth Bucket aspects to her personality, and has never grasped the fact that Aboriginal heritage has a certain snob value these days, especially among the southern urban latte sipping classes who have never actually met an indigenous Australian.

If I had any artistic talent and was a complete wanker (some might argue about the latter even now), I might enter and win the Telstra National Aboriginal  and Torres Strait Islander Art  Award.