Your good name

Consider the optimal amount of personal information needing to be dislpayed on a public-facing piece of infrastructure to influence behavior; the risk/desirability of having your name associated with your resource consumption (the black writing on the base of the yellow gas meters, the red writing on the electricity meter).

When the (otherwise invisible) results of a behavior are made visible, people are known to react. When electrical meters are located in spaces within a house where residents may easily see how fast the meter is spinning, electricity consumption has been shown to decrease (in comparison to houses where the same gauge is located in the basement, or otherwise out of sight/mind). I believe this was done in a Scandinavian context, if my memory serves me at all. Interested in how conservation behavior would further change were gas consumption displayed prominently both internally for a residence's occupants and externally for the entire neighborhood/apartment block to see. Consider the steps needed to turn this measurement of resource consumption into a competition to conserve said resource.

Subversively: the ability of this identification/billing system to be hacked - apparently simple. The subsequent evasion, though, there's the rub - only counts if you get away with it, after all.

Digital citizenship

Internet company employees photograph my passport as proof of my identity before turning on my internet. The feeling of having your digital life connected to your physical life through a photograph of a personal document taken on a cellphone - equal parts novel and unsettling.

One's passport as the document needed for realms beyond the physical/tangible.

The places requiring a particular "strength" of identity proof for certain activities. Which activities require which levels of identity verification in your context?

Sidecar queue-sign

The colorful sign reading "Sidecar station : Gate 10" is attached to a board with nails for a sidecar pilot to hang their number (the word in the middle of the bulls eye reads "Stop"). All sidecars whose main territory includes downtown Sagaing have their own plastic card, and the order of the queue takes shape on the signboard itself based upon the sequence in which sidecars arrive at the stop and hang their cards. The girl shown sitting in the parked sidecar approached the stop and called out "sidecar!", whereupon the owner of the restaurant who happened to be sitting nearby called out one of the sidecar pilot's names, causing the sidecar pilot (number 36, according to his tag) to wheel over his steed.

This system has several advantages over the jumble-based queue that is the norm at sidecar stops. It eliminates the need for all queued sidecars to inhabit the same area, which, in this space-constrained alleyway off of the main boulevard, allows for smoother pedestrian traffic. Sidecar pilots may park their vehicle and themselves in whatever available space they choose that is within shouting distance of the gate. This queueing system also frees sidecar pilots from depending upon their own recollection/opinion as to the queuing order (assuming buy-in on the part of all queued pilots, and that each has an equal stake in this system functioning smoothly). I've never seen such a system in Yangon.