Monday, November 26, 2007

Random finds on a international language

From the Wall Street Journal,
Plain English Gets Harder In Global Era
By PHRED DVORAK
November 5, 2007; Page B1

GlobalEnglish earlier this year also added a "Culture Notes" section to its Web site featuring cross-cultural business tips created by Transnational Management Associates Ltd., a London-based management trainer. When working in the U.S., "it is important to exude confidence, which Americans are taught from a young age," the guide warns.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Poem for David Lambert

Who can fault the sun
that gives light and heat
on all surface things?

Photonics rays
irradiating
the masses of electron waves.

Energy masquerading solids.
Steam, stream, and ice.
One light illuminating one sameness.

But, Inequitable Man,
frail and pale,
imagining wisdom
from its narrow spectral vision.
Calculating, differentiating.
Edifying the thought-tree
of phylum and kingdom,
family, class, and specie.

A delight of self-delusion.

Progress in chaos.
Myriad in one.
Lines in circles.

When the eternal cycle comes.
Existence compressing and expanding.
When the earth is molten.
When leaves and grass,
spine and fingers are stripped ions.

Where will the minded difference be?
What fell, what evil,
what good, what excellent?

Language a riddle,
Time, illusion.

Our comprehension no greater than the black ant
Knowing only
work, feed, breed, breathe,
and the probabilistic nature of existence: beginning, striving, dying.

When time runs itself out,
one black dot,
four-times unextended, remains.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Climbing up from rock bottom

I went to The Boat a few nights ago with friends I knew for awhile and some people I met recently. Flailing my arms, jumping up and down like an idiot to the ironic thumpings of 70's pop, I had a really really good time. I was 23 again.

Actually, better than when I was at 23. At 23, I was too self-conscious to dance like that with all those people. I was more withdrawn. I felt like, on the dance floor, the 23 year old I should've been. More care-free. Enjoying being young and feeling good about an unknown future.

23 was probably the worst year of my life -- in a lifetime filled with many bad years. They just never seemed to me to bad. Bad is not what happens to you: it is when you are within that state of mind where you look at your surroundings and you tell yourself that it was bad.

And it was bad at 23.

I was living by myself in the graduate student ghetto of Kingston. I hated everyone around me: my friends, my peers, my family, my teachers. People who might care. It was a self-made misery.

23 is too young of an age to be unhappy with life. I spent the next four years in upheavel. Changing places, jobs, friends, but never changing that state of mind of being miserable. Wasted youth.

I am 27 now. Life has not changed. I am still in the same place, really. But my outlook has changed. The world seems to be giving and giving to me now. It probably always have been giving and giving. I just wasn't paying attention.

And really, what is place if not a mental representation of ourselves over our physical surroundings? A plateau can be flat rolling plains or the height of the world.

I am appreciative of the joy people I know and people I am meeting have shared with me.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The Persistence of Memory (of web-apps)


An ex-girlfriend from high school used to get mad at me all the time because I couldn't remember her birthday.

I don't know when I did it, but I apparently entered a repeating reminder to myself years ago on Yahoo Calender.

I don't even use Yahoo Calender, but I still kept Yahoo Mail. Last night, while checking my mail, Yahoo reminded me that it was her birthday today.

It was so weird.

Synchronocity also displayed itself today on the same item. I went to have a burger at Harvey's. The clerk's name-tag read, "Tenisha," which is the ex-girlfriend's middle name.

Double weird.

So, wherever you are, hon, happy birthday.