Leaving Singapore, I was again impressed by the tech, but crimped by The Man.
The impressive bit was the free broadband at Changi Airport: not the internet kiosks (though there were those, and they were actually working - take that, Sydney) but the profusion of desks with ethernet jacks and power points. So if you wanted to jump on the internet using your own notebook, you could. Very useful if, like me, you're using the slovenly pig dog that is Lotus Notes, with no web mail option. Or for anyone who wants the security of logging on with their own PC, and none of the cut-down browser nonsense of public kiosks.
Like everywhere nowadays (even, finally, Auckland), there was free wi-fi in the business lounges - but this faster, cabled broadband was public, gratis for the great unwashed. Nice.
Drown the pilot
Shortly after, I got crimped at the final security check. My hand luggage was searched and the bottle of water I bought just meters away at the airport convenience store was confiscated. I had unwittingly violated the new rules about carrying liquids onboard, almost undermining the War on Terror. Next time I'll know to only buy one of the liquids that travellers are still allowed, such as duty-free alcohol (a bottle of which is not only highly flammable, facts fans, but can be broken in half to create a weapon that's a whole bunch more exciting than a pair of nail clippers).
Handbags at 10 paces
Speaking of terror, Peter Gutmann has finally responded to US bloggers George Ou and Ed Bott, who so ferociously (and in Ou's case, emotionally) attacked the Auckland Uni researcher's theory about Vista security undermining performance. Start following the flame trail here.