Tuesday, March 25, 2008
youtube for education!
On an extremely irrelevant side note: March 29th, 2008- 8pm your local time is apparently Earth Hour.
I wonder exactly what 1 whole hour can do to save the world?
The Pilgrim Express
I thought admist all this bad press about Tibet and the Dalai Lama in the news, I would share a snippet of the joy that I encountered in a simple shangrila, rising 3000m towards the sky.
In my ideal world:
Headlines worldwide March 26th, 2008- "China extends a hand to the Dalai Lama"
Of course, from time to time, my universe has been known to be devoid of calculator-crunching economists.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Productive Pot
Don't you just love irony?
The active chemical in Marijuana, with a most unfortunate unpronoucable chemist- given name, one I shall not even bother to include here (bla bla bla tri bla bla bla bla), is bringing a little sunshine to Alzheimer patients in the western world. It apparently delays the progression of the terrorizing brain disease.
Who would have ever thought that pot (as it is affectionately termed to many) would someday become Pulitzer prize worthy?
"Fascinating", I quote the CNN presenter at the end of this news segment. My sentiments exactly.
Isn't Marijuana supposed to contribute to brain drain? Did it not inspire propaganda-ist movies like Reefer Madness, sending clear messages of an unproductive society high on pot, destined to become like french fries on their linen furniture?
I sometimes forget that what destroys always creates.
Calling all aging hippies, time to puff puff pass.
The active chemical in Marijuana, with a most unfortunate unpronoucable chemist- given name, one I shall not even bother to include here (bla bla bla tri bla bla bla bla), is bringing a little sunshine to Alzheimer patients in the western world. It apparently delays the progression of the terrorizing brain disease.
Who would have ever thought that pot (as it is affectionately termed to many) would someday become Pulitzer prize worthy?
"Fascinating", I quote the CNN presenter at the end of this news segment. My sentiments exactly.
Isn't Marijuana supposed to contribute to brain drain? Did it not inspire propaganda-ist movies like Reefer Madness, sending clear messages of an unproductive society high on pot, destined to become like french fries on their linen furniture?
I sometimes forget that what destroys always creates.
Calling all aging hippies, time to puff puff pass.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Time to invest in some E.Lauder stock
I just love surveys and polls. Statistics statistics statistics. Can you blame me? Psychology major, enough said.
So, yesterday during my breakfast run-through of the daily newspaper, I was tickled by an article citing a survey that Singaporean men placed a women's physical appearance at the top of their list when it came to evaluating their dating partners. The results were near unanimous.
Of course, this was necessarily polled from an assumed randomly selected population. Size: around 3800 men. Considering the minute amount of people that inhabit this little red dot- 4.5 million, and guess-timating that about half belong to the non-female species (2.25 million), 3800 does not even make 0.2 percent of all Singaporean men.
Nonetheless, the main argument of the article was not one I could dismiss. Women of Singapore: Run out and buy that bottle of creme de la mer already, you are certainly going to need it. The verdict is in, its no longer about the good girl/ bad girl (sorry Rhianna) , its all about that immaculately packaged barbie-doll. There is no running from the Mattel generation.
Le sigh, they always told you that men were visual creatures anyways, right?
So, my question is- how is that blind men still fall in love?
So, yesterday during my breakfast run-through of the daily newspaper, I was tickled by an article citing a survey that Singaporean men placed a women's physical appearance at the top of their list when it came to evaluating their dating partners. The results were near unanimous.
Of course, this was necessarily polled from an assumed randomly selected population. Size: around 3800 men. Considering the minute amount of people that inhabit this little red dot- 4.5 million, and guess-timating that about half belong to the non-female species (2.25 million), 3800 does not even make 0.2 percent of all Singaporean men.
Nonetheless, the main argument of the article was not one I could dismiss. Women of Singapore: Run out and buy that bottle of creme de la mer already, you are certainly going to need it. The verdict is in, its no longer about the good girl/ bad girl (sorry Rhianna) , its all about that immaculately packaged barbie-doll. There is no running from the Mattel generation.
Le sigh, they always told you that men were visual creatures anyways, right?
So, my question is- how is that blind men still fall in love?
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Hi, my name is..
I suppose this is an inaugural moment. My very first post. My foray into the trendy world of cyber-blogging. I suppose it was just about time to jump on that bandwagon.
I used to dismiss bloggers. I used to think they were a bunch of whiny-attention-seeking geeks with nothing better on their plate than broadcasting their routine everydayness online. " I woke up, watched the sopranos, ate lunch, took a shit and then took a piss." Great. No wonder the diary got bored.
But of course, as all phenomenons go, boy did this blogging business bloom to boom. Add a little advertisment space in the top left corner, blog about the latest band scheduled at your neighborhood pub, and while your at it, why not post a couple of pictures of the wedding you photographed the week before. Blogs stayed true to the philosophy of the cyber information highway. It became an invaluable resource-sharing tool and marketplace for commerce. From the struggling writer trying to build an audience for his work to Vogue.com reiterating to you why it should be your information source through its entire section dedicated to blogs. Start a blog and maintain your relevance.
I suppose thats all I'm trying to do. Profile myself in this alternate cyber-universe we now co-inhabit. Get with the times. I have been stubborn for too long.
So I guess this is hello and welcome to my frequency. If it is a piece of me i must share, then i sure as hell strive for it to be the best piece.
I used to dismiss bloggers. I used to think they were a bunch of whiny-attention-seeking geeks with nothing better on their plate than broadcasting their routine everydayness online. " I woke up, watched the sopranos, ate lunch, took a shit and then took a piss." Great. No wonder the diary got bored.
But of course, as all phenomenons go, boy did this blogging business bloom to boom. Add a little advertisment space in the top left corner, blog about the latest band scheduled at your neighborhood pub, and while your at it, why not post a couple of pictures of the wedding you photographed the week before. Blogs stayed true to the philosophy of the cyber information highway. It became an invaluable resource-sharing tool and marketplace for commerce. From the struggling writer trying to build an audience for his work to Vogue.com reiterating to you why it should be your information source through its entire section dedicated to blogs. Start a blog and maintain your relevance.
I suppose thats all I'm trying to do. Profile myself in this alternate cyber-universe we now co-inhabit. Get with the times. I have been stubborn for too long.
So I guess this is hello and welcome to my frequency. If it is a piece of me i must share, then i sure as hell strive for it to be the best piece.
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