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12 days ago
The autumn air is tight, and the morning sun rays pierce straight through every layer of veneer I brush upon me. There is so much coating around my person that I feel untruthful. At times such as today, I wear pink sweater with matching earphones feeling like dingledodies, and yet, when I charge straight into the torrent of life, I realize I'm not so strong and reckless. There is, at times, the dichotomy between if I'm brave enough to lead my life and if I'm crazy enough to let life lead me. There are also times when the two coincide, but there is still the fear. It is times like this morning, however, that I realize how estranged from but vulnerable to the actual elements of nature I am. All my humanly conducts are like treading in midair, naively thinking I can feel the softness of autumn leaves beneath my feet.
29 days ago
Earlier this year, it was all over the media when scientist from the US showed that people's social network circle has a strong impact on their health. The few studies that were conducted focused on pregnancy and obesity. It was shown that where you are in the network is associated with your individual makeup, which is unsurprising, but also, the network that is not immediately related to you, is also associated with your DNA. For example, some people like to introduce their friends to their other friends, so their networks are more entangled than others. In other words, how my network and my friend's network look like is more than the sum of our two immediate networks. There is another layer of meaning that comes from the information that describes how we are connected. This is described in the book Connected . What it makes me think of are souls. We always talk about how we are more than an aggregate of billions of cells. It all sounds beautiful but like a wishful thinking. Now, ...
45 days ago
I was watching the Shawshank Redemption yesterday. (only the best movie ever? Albeit heavy for a happy and light hearted night.) It makes me think about the way we live. We mostly live like Red, enjoying the small things, or we live like Brooks, being kind and furnish a cozy niche for our humble existence. We live in the world and assume the world lives in us. For the past year or so, I've actually been trying to do that. It's a happy way to live. It's an easy way to live. It's a life that harms neither myself nor others, and most of all, it's a life that is not lonely. I believe most of what define who we are, is how we live, the style of which we have a choice more or less. That's why I hate it when someone tells me I as a person is similar to someone else whose life I fear to replicate. I believe I have a choice in the matter. On the other hand, there are those heros, those who live looking beyond the walls. They harbor hope that stretches long into the future or even beyond time ...
120 days ago
I was reading this book called How to Build a Dinosaur. It's about genetically engineering a dinosaur out of chicken. Personally I don't have a problem with genetic modification or even specie creation/re-creation, but one statement both in the book and news release just made me feel... our sense of moral (or should it be ethic?) is so distorted. Because people questioned the ethics of doing such recreation, the group says that if any specimen/individual animal is to be recreated, they would all be in singleton and would not be able to mate. Seriously? This is supposed to be more ethical than creating a herd of them? So, too bad, do you not only have to endure all these endless lab tests, gawking and woos and ahs, you will always have to be in your lonesome, all because we need to be very kind to you and make you die before you can make trouble for yourself by having children. Oh, and by creating one of you, I technically haven't done anything. Basically, we believe that if we let ...
141 days ago
We always talk about the oral traditions in cultures other than our own. It would always involve premitive clothing and people telling stories. We seems to have a rather unavoidable oral tradition also, especially obvious when I see those pictures of us sitting around listening to someone blabber. We enjoy it so much and we do it so much. The other word that never seems to die would be gossip!
