Wednesday, March 30
Bone-legged
This morning someone in the house managed to get crippled by his own toy.
The wise-guy attitude
Erin shot herself in her foot, and became the latest Apprentice to be booted from the show. About time, I say. I don’t see any exceptional added value from this young attorney, except her apparent eloquence. Which is a trait that most, if not all, attorneys possess, no ?
In any case, there is definitely no great loss without her. If Trump decides that he wants an attorney on his team after all, there are still Alex and Bren (oh yes, many lawyers in this season). No one’s gonna miss her much, except perhaps The Boss himself. With his favorite pageant queen off the show, there wouldn’t be much eye candy to look forward to anymore, eh.
Erin shot herself in her foot, and became the latest Apprentice to be booted from the show. About time, I say. I don’t see any exceptional added value from this young attorney, except her apparent eloquence. Which is a trait that most, if not all, attorneys possess, no ? In any case, there is definitely no great loss without her. If Trump decides that he wants an attorney on his team after all, there are still Alex and Bren (oh yes, many lawyers in this season). No one’s gonna miss her much, except perhaps The Boss himself. With his favorite pageant queen off the show, there wouldn’t be much eye candy to look forward to anymore, eh.
Tuesday, March 29
The choices
Like Jenna, Danni is absolutely passionate about life, and love. She loves a boy but alas he doesn’t love her. So she plunged into a new relationship. She intended to start anew, yet continues to bounce openly between the boy she loves, and the one she calls her “boyfriend”. Someone is suffering in that relationship, and it isn’t her.
Two passionate women with two different choices in love. Sometimes love is only as complicated as one is irresponsible.
I have a beautiful friend. Her name is Jenna, and she loved a boy. He was her first boyfriend. When they were no longer together, she was heart-broken. In spite of this, or perhaps because of this, she was able to maintain her focus, and went on to do well in her studies and now, work. Jenna continues to have a bevy of suitors, but she chooses to stay single, hangs out with friends, and has a newfound love in traveling.
Like Jenna, Danni is absolutely passionate about life, and love. She loves a boy but alas he doesn’t love her. So she plunged into a new relationship. She intended to start anew, yet continues to bounce openly between the boy she loves, and the one she calls her “boyfriend”. Someone is suffering in that relationship, and it isn’t her.
Two passionate women with two different choices in love. Sometimes love is only as complicated as one is irresponsible.
Tuesday, March 22
One policy to rule them all ... Or is it ?
We have zero tolerance towards public protests. We do not have double standards. We just have different approval channels.
The tribute
First we have OS X, [possibly the best OS in the world], and then we had Google X.
Google X featured an alternate way to connect to Google's various services, allowing people to click on a series of graphical icons in a method inspired by a feature in Apple's operating system.
The experimental site was pulled a day after its debut, but you can still google-x at the mirror sites here: EaglesCrag.net, thejosher.com and The Place for It All, and Evilpig, where you can choose from six language versions.
"Roses are red. Violets are blue. OS X rocks. Homage to you."
First we have OS X, [possibly the best OS in the world], and then we had Google X.
Google X featured an alternate way to connect to Google's various services, allowing people to click on a series of graphical icons in a method inspired by a feature in Apple's operating system.
The experimental site was pulled a day after its debut, but you can still google-x at the mirror sites here: EaglesCrag.net, thejosher.com and The Place for It All, and Evilpig, where you can choose from six language versions.
Monday, March 21
Saturday, March 19
Sleeping bundle
It was 4 am in the morning. I was working on my powerbook. Lecter stood up against my chair. He wanted to sleep in my lap.
It is now 5.11 am. He's still sound asleep, snuggled against my arm. I am typing with one hand.
It was 4 am in the morning. I was working on my powerbook. Lecter stood up against my chair. He wanted to sleep in my lap.
It is now 5.11 am. He's still sound asleep, snuggled against my arm. I am typing with one hand.
Self-reliance
A political victory, a rise of rents, the recovery of your sick, or the return of your absent friend, or some other favorable event, raises your spirits, and you think good days are preparing for you. Do not believe it. Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring your peace but the triumph of principles.
A political victory, a rise of rents, the recovery of your sick, or the return of your absent friend, or some other favorable event, raises your spirits, and you think good days are preparing for you. Do not believe it. Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring your peace but the triumph of principles.
Tuesday, March 8
The super Lomo shots
Lomo photos are characteristically overexposed, saturated with colors and have a tunneling effect where the edges of the photos are darker.
I first saw an ActionSampler, one of the core Lomo models, at projectshopBLOODbros at Wisma. For a toy camera with cheap plastic parts, the price was a stretch.
Then Mr. Ego got one and shot madly with it. He then proceeded to spam his friends the pictures. That was Lomo love at second sight for me.
A year later, yshwer got a Holga for her birthday. So here we have, a few of our favorite ones from her virgin film:
And because I found way to cheat with my shots, here are mine, of the only model I sleep with:
The Lomo camera was originally a KGB spy camera. Now it is a pop culture icon, due in no small part to the power of brilliant marketing.
Lomo photos are characteristically overexposed, saturated with colors and have a tunneling effect where the edges of the photos are darker.
I first saw an ActionSampler, one of the core Lomo models, at projectshopBLOODbros at Wisma. For a toy camera with cheap plastic parts, the price was a stretch.
Then Mr. Ego got one and shot madly with it. He then proceeded to spam his friends the pictures. That was Lomo love at second sight for me.
A year later, yshwer got a Holga for her birthday. So here we have, a few of our favorite ones from her virgin film:
And because I found way to cheat with my shots, here are mine, of the only model I sleep with:
Friday, March 4
The inspiration
I am never a major fan of the Idol show, save for Anthony Callea's performances on Australian Idol. If you haven’t heard of him yet, please, ask me for the video clip of his heavenly rendition of Carole Bayer Sager song The Prayer, made famous by Celine Dion and Andrea Bocelli.
21-year-old Anthony brought the house down with his Prayer, garnering a standing ovation and a notable 'Grand Royale Touchdown' from Mark Holden. It was his defining moment in the competition, and the finest performance on the Idol stage in two years.
But I am getting off tangent. I just caught the first episode of the latest season of the American Idol. It was not an exciting episode, but it was a good break from my daily grind.
There were 21,000 of them hopefuls in the nation's capital, trying out for the nation's favorite show, each of them convinced that he/she would be the next American Idol. I was suitably entertained.
But the one thing that got to me was neither the funny antics nor the better performances of the lot. It was the undiluted elation of those who passed the first stage.
When they came through the doors waving their yellow sheets of gold and jumping into the arms of loved ones, or screaming ecstatically, or kneeing on the floor in happy tears; during those brief moments of sheer ecstasy, as if exuberance could filter through screens, I believed that I was almost happy too, for them and their first triumphs.
I am never a major fan of the Idol show, save for Anthony Callea's performances on Australian Idol. If you haven’t heard of him yet, please, ask me for the video clip of his heavenly rendition of Carole Bayer Sager song The Prayer, made famous by Celine Dion and Andrea Bocelli. 21-year-old Anthony brought the house down with his Prayer, garnering a standing ovation and a notable 'Grand Royale Touchdown' from Mark Holden. It was his defining moment in the competition, and the finest performance on the Idol stage in two years.
But I am getting off tangent. I just caught the first episode of the latest season of the American Idol. It was not an exciting episode, but it was a good break from my daily grind.
There were 21,000 of them hopefuls in the nation's capital, trying out for the nation's favorite show, each of them convinced that he/she would be the next American Idol. I was suitably entertained.
But the one thing that got to me was neither the funny antics nor the better performances of the lot. It was the undiluted elation of those who passed the first stage.
When they came through the doors waving their yellow sheets of gold and jumping into the arms of loved ones, or screaming ecstatically, or kneeing on the floor in happy tears; during those brief moments of sheer ecstasy, as if exuberance could filter through screens, I believed that I was almost happy too, for them and their first triumphs.
Thursday, March 3
The long last stretch
Instead I hole up in cramped spaces, kept in by deadlines and lethargy, acutely conscious and instinctively blind to the amount of work at the same time. It's the last dash, the one that really matters, and I could hardly find it in me to run anymore.
I need to get out more, to see the sun, hear the birds, or be caught in the torrents of rain that finally fell from the sky today.
Instead I hole up in cramped spaces, kept in by deadlines and lethargy, acutely conscious and instinctively blind to the amount of work at the same time. It's the last dash, the one that really matters, and I could hardly find it in me to run anymore.
Tuesday, March 1
The tragedy
When Shakespeare did a tragedy, he really meant it. I finished up Ran last night. It was an adaption of William Shakespeare's King Lear.
Almost everyone who mattered, both good and evil, died painful deaths. Even Lady Sue, the parallel character of The Duke of Albany in Lear, was not spared. She was dastardly assassinated by her sister-in-law.
I felt so frigging bad after the show. Granted, I studied Macbeth, one of the four wings of Shakespeare's tragic and tragicomic productions, for a good two years in preparation for my 'O' levels.
But Lear (Ran) was not, as most tragedies, a picture of a calamity in which the sudden blows of fate seem still to honor the head which they strike, and where the loss is always accompanied by some flattering consolation in the memory of the former possession.
It was a deep fall from the highest elevation into the deepest abyss of misery, where humanity is stripped of all external and internal advantages, and given up a prey to naked helplessness.
As in Macbeth terror reaches its utmost height, in King Lear the sense of compassion is exhausted. The principal characters here are not those who act, but those who suffer.
- TheatreHistory.com
When Shakespeare did a tragedy, he really meant it. I finished up Ran last night. It was an adaption of William Shakespeare's King Lear.
Almost everyone who mattered, both good and evil, died painful deaths. Even Lady Sue, the parallel character of The Duke of Albany in Lear, was not spared. She was dastardly assassinated by her sister-in-law.
I felt so frigging bad after the show. Granted, I studied Macbeth, one of the four wings of Shakespeare's tragic and tragicomic productions, for a good two years in preparation for my 'O' levels.
But Lear (Ran) was not, as most tragedies, a picture of a calamity in which the sudden blows of fate seem still to honor the head which they strike, and where the loss is always accompanied by some flattering consolation in the memory of the former possession.
It was a deep fall from the highest elevation into the deepest abyss of misery, where humanity is stripped of all external and internal advantages, and given up a prey to naked helplessness.
