fanatic fandom

My other blog is a BMW. But this is a bandanna-pink Volkswagen Beetle - for flirty frivolous fun and fanatic fandom. This is where i get to play the bimbonic-geek and rave, enthuse, bitch and rant about anything and everything under the sun. Feel free to chip in!

Saturday, September 23, 2006

awwww...

Atlas

There is a kind of love called maintenance
Which stores the WD40 and knows when to use it

Which checks the insurance, and doesn’t forget
The milkman; which remembers to plant bulbs;

Which answers letters; which knows the way
The money goes; which deals with dentists

And Road Fund Tax and meeting trains,
And postcards to the lonely; which upholds

The permanently rickety elaborate
Structures of living, which is Atlas.

And maintenance is the sensible side of love,
Which knows what time and weather are doing
To my brickwork; insulates my faulty wiring;
Laughs at my dryrotten jokes; remembers
My need for gloss and grouting; which keeps
My suspect edifice upright in air,
As Atlas did the sky.


(U.A Fanthorpe)
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Wednesday, September 20, 2006

mine eyes are not o' the best

i've always known that i'm bad at recognising faces. But it was only two days ago that i learnt that this may actually be due to a neurological condition, and that the problem has a name: prosopagnosia, or face blindness.

In fact, researchers at Harvard and University College London are conducting studies on it right now. Read all about it here.

i tried the Old-New Face Test on the site, and scored a below-average 62%. Most of my friends' scores were in the 90s. The average score, apparently, is 85%. People who score below 75% may have face recognition problems.

So it appears i may have a neurological disorder. Which, come to think of it, is probably not much of a surprise... ;P
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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Singapore Dreaming

This movie is good. It really, really is. Go watch it soon.

No time to write a review now, but trust me when i say this: it's the best local film i've watched, ever - better than Eric Khoo, definitely better than Jack Neo.

Please give Colin Goh and The Wife your support. They more than deserve it.

(Better yet, don't just watch the film. Contact the film-makers and let them know what you thought of it. i've always believed that artists - in the widest sense of the word - need feedback. Honest feedback. If it's good feedback, great! They'll be encouraged and flattered. If it's negative feedback, that's great too. They get the chance to assess their own work and decide if it needs improvement. And either way, it shows that their work has had an impact, that it has made a difference. And honestly? i think that is ultimately what all artists want.)
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Monday, September 18, 2006

interbloggeral incest

Isn't it wonderful - how the internet enables the cross-pollination of ideas? And am i the only one who finds the way ideas make their way around certain intellectual / social cyber-circles absolutely fascinating? It's sometimes almost incestuous.

This was on K's blog. Once i get my life back, i am so going to look up this book. But for now, this excerpt will have to do.


"Today, language abandoned me. I could not find the word for a simple object - a commonplace familiar furnishing. For an instant, I stared into a void. Language tethers us to the world; without it we spin like atoms. Later, I made an inventory of the room - a naming of parts: bed, chair, table, picture, vase, cupboard, window, curtain. Curtain. And I breathed again.

We open our mouths and out flow words whose ancestries we do not even know. We are walking lexicons. In a single sentence of idle chatter we preserve Latin, Anglo-Saxon, Norse; we carry a museum inside our heads, each day we commemorate peoples of whom we have never heard. More than that, we speak volumes - our language is the language of everything we have not read. Shakespeare and the Authorized Version surface in supermarkets, on buses, chatter on radio and television. I find this miraculous. I never cease to wonder at it. That words are more durable than anything, that they blow with the wind, hibernate and reawaken, shelter parasitic on the most unlikely hosts, survive and survive and survive."

(from Moon Tiger by Penelope Lively)
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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

eureka.

It's been such a long time since i've read anything that's made me think, Yes. This is it. Eureka. In fact, i'm now wondering if this has ever happened before in the first place. But i had my eureka moment today, and i am bring this to you, in absolute humility, still dazzled by its brilliance.

Thank you so much, John Polkinghorne.

i've always been uncomfortable with attempts to polarise things. The world is a far more complex place, i believe, than can be explained by pigeonholing its various elements into mutually-exclusive categories. That might explain my impatience (barely concealed, i think) with discussions on whether art or science allows more scope for human creativity and intellectual beauty, or on whether science or religion provides a 'better' explanation of human nature and the world we live in. How reductive these discussions are, and how diminished the world as a result of their polarisations.

Unfortunately, i've found little support for my barely-articulated point of view in the little writing that i have encountered. Perhaps i just never knew where to look. Or perhaps our thinkers and writers, in some (possibly subconscious?) attempt to guard their respective academic turfs, have rather blinded themselves to the evidence before them, choosing instead to only see what they want to see instead of the whole truth in all its many-splendoured wonder.

Thankfully, there are exceptions. John Barrow's The Artful Universe Expanded is one of the books that has helped me understand better the relationship between the physical laws of the universe and the human capacity for aesthetic appreciation. And now, i've discovered, or rather, been introduced to, John Polkinghorne's writings on science and religion. This physicist-priest argues, against the current fashion, that any attempts to explain our world from a purely religious or scientific standpoint fail to do justice to the nature of reality. (And yes, shock and horror, the man actually believes that there is such a thing as 'reality'! And yes yes yes, i love and adore him for this.) Instead, he asserts that religion and and science bear a 'consonant relationship' to each other, while at the same time answering different questions about the nature of the universe and our place in it.

For a quick introduction to his thinking, you could do worse than to take a look at his official homepage. In particular, i found his 1990 lecture on 'God's Action in the World' and his 1993 lecture on 'Religion in an Age of Science' particularly illuminating. Here's a quotation from the former that i find intuitively right, though i suppose that in my ignorance i have no rational grounds for believing it:

"God is the all sufficient explanation, the eternal rapture, glimpsed in every Archimedean cry of Eureka."
(Bernard Lonergan)

Eureka. Amen.
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Monday, September 04, 2006

a sack, 3 padlocks, and a pair of handcuffs

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Noooo..... Whatever were you thinking? Tsk, tsk...!

Here's Sviatoslav Richter playing Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. 1.
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Omg. i nearly died laughing.

All hail Monty Python!
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Sunday, September 03, 2006

on privacy and the internet

This has been put on the backburner for far too long. Time to write that long-overdue post in response to all the nonsense that i've seen going on since about forever.


So what's the big deal with privacy and the internet? Honestly, i've never been able to even begin to understand why people kick up such a fuss about the issue, because as far as i can see, putting anything up on the internet signals an implicit willingness for the whole global cyber-population to read, and indeed, to respond, sometimes very vigorously, to what has been posted. i speak here, of course, of webpages that are accessible to the public - this necessarily excludes email, limited-access sites, and payment facilities like PayPal, which operate on the assumption that users are granted some level of protection from nosey intruders (which varies according to the exact functions of the programme). In those cases, privacy is a privilege paid for in various ways by the end-users - whether in the surrendering of personal information such as one's full name or address to the service provider, or in the tolerating of endless unsolicited ads selling products one cannot imagine even wanting to buy.

In all other cases, though, it is surely accepted that somebody who sets up a homepage, blog, or other similar website does so with the knowledge that the site is open to anyone who may come across it, either accidentally or deliberately, and furthermore, that whatever is put up on that page is also subject to whatever response or critique, positive or negative, its audience feels like giving it. That is, after all, a fundamental trait of the internet, which can be likened to an enormous, ever-expanding network of interactive notice-boards connecting a select segment of the human species in an orgiastic excess of information - facts and opinions spurious or otherwise - that everyone revels in, loves, hates, loves to hate and hates to love. Membership in this network is a privilege paid for by the loss of privacy that broadcasting one's opinions necesarily entails, by definition.

Sounds like a fair exchange, won't you say?

That is why i can never understand it when, for example, bloggers fulminate against the breach of privacy committed by random, anonymous internet surfers who happen to come across their sites and, perhaps, are fascinated enough to stay. The whole notion of publishing something on the internet, by its very nature, entails the making public (note the etymology) of whatever it is that one puts online. To complain that others are intruding into one's private space by reading one's public-access blog without permission is, not to put too fine a point upon it, stupid and unreasonable. As is the expectation that one's blog, once put online, can and should be accessed by only a privileged few. Yes - the privileged few i spoke of earlier on: the few (and they are few, relative to the total population of our planet) with the education, financial and technological means to have access to the internet in the first place.

i'm not just saying that anyone who maintains a public-access webpage should be prepared to have the contents of the site scrutinised and even criticised by all and sundry. i'm saying that if one really thinks about it, (and frankly, it doesn't take that much thought, really), one would realise that the only logical and defensible reason for posting anything online for public access is to broadcast one's opinions to the whole cyber-universe. And this of course assumes a corresponding willingness to be responsible for any consequences that such broadcasting entails.

So, to all bloggers, homepage owners, and so on: no more of this bitching about people who read your public-access website without your permission. The fact that your public-access site exists in the first place already constitutes your implicit permission, whether you are aware of it or not. And i would go further and risk offending you by saying that any unawareness on your part is a sign, not of ignorance, which is forgivable and easily remedied, but of a failure to think, which is not.

Enough of ranting. There are intelligent people out there who don't need all this nagging. Let me talk to them instead.

One of the most fascinating aspects of 'life' on the internet is the way it allows users to construct a new cyber-identity that may be totally different from one's 'real' identity, whatever that may be. Though i must confess that the completely new alter egos don't intrigue me as much as the ones that simply emphasise just one aspect (and this may well be the most 'important' one, whatever that may be) of the user's personality. It's an interesting method of self-fashioning, much like that done by almost all writers and artists, actually, but with an even higher degree of anonymity and thus, in a sense, non-accountability, than usual. Nothing else throws into such sharp relief the age-old idea that each of us is more than the sum of our parts, that even if it were possible to create a separate website to express each aspect of our ever-changing personality (daughter, mother, sister, friend, boss, employee, mentor, writer, reader, musician, etc) the sum of all these websites would still not be able to capture the essence of our total identity. All we can hope to capture is a shadow of a shadow of a dream of the self.

Which is actually deeply liberating, if you think about it. Because all this frees us from the burden of guilt that comes with fears that we may be misrepresenting ourselves on our blogs and homepages, that we may be engaging in some form of duplicity. So three cheers for double lives on the internet!
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International Malu-ation Fortnight

There are times when the things this country does make me want to dig a hole in the ground, hide my face in it, and, while i'm at it, turn that hole into a tunnel that will bring me all the way to some faraway place like London or New York, or maybe just Antarctica, just so that i don't have to face the embarrassment of being physically in a country that treats its citizens like just so many unthinking, uncivilised baboons who need to be bribed or blackmailed in front of the visitors in the hope that the visitors will continue visiting our zoo and paying for our peanuts.

Bah humbug!
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Saturday, September 02, 2006

to all teachers...

Happy belated Teachers' Day!

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NEW YORK - A public school teacher was arrested today at John F. Kennedy International Airport as he attempted to board a flight while in possession of a ruler, a protractor, a set square, a slide rule, and a calculator.

At a morning press conference, Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez said he believes the man is a member of the notorious Al-Gebra movement. He did not identify the man, who has been charged by the FBI with carrying weapons of math instruction.

"Al-Gebra is a problem for us," Gonzalez said. "They desire solutions by means and extremes, and sometimes go off on tangents in a search of absolute value. They use secret code names like 'x' and 'y' and refer to themselves as 'unknowns,' but we have determined they belong to a common denominator of the axis of medieval with coordinates in every country. As the Greek philanderer Isosceles used to say, 'There are 3 sides to every triangle'."

When asked to comment on the arrest, President Bush said, "If God had wanted us to have better Weapons of Math Instruction, He would have given us more fingers and toes." White House aides told reporters they could not recall a more intelligent or profound statement by the president.
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