Tuesday, December 06, 2005


Asu no Shinwa (Tomorrow's Legend)

Okamoto Taro's highest art.
This wall painting, measuring 5.5 by 30 metres, depicts the moment just after the nuclear bombing. Despite the dark and painful topic, the first response to the painting is probably "what is this?" - what draws you on the frist look is the powerful colour contrast, the lines that give it a certain beauty - the centrepiece of the work is a dancing skeleton - what is the message of this great piece? It being so dark, yet so beautiful makes the heart skip and the mind inquire.

Currently under restoration since its recovery from mexico after being lost for 30 years. Target completion 2007 July.

http://www.ntv.co.jp/dai2-junbi/photo.swf
http://www.1101.com/asunoshinwa/
http://www.ntv.co.jp/dai2-junbi/shinwa.html

Live coverage here.

This is zlel reporting from Singapore.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Harnessing artificial tornadoes as an energy source

(names may have been altered to protect the innocent)

eimajination: imagine weather war...
Edmund: more power in the wrong hands... scary thought
Edmund: since hurricanes and tornados generate their own self sustaining weather systems
eimajination: actually wat i think is third world countries should someday stop selling oil
eimajination: but sell power
Edmund: hmmm you have a point there
eimajination: then they will get out of poverty.
Edmund: the infrastructure's not gonna be easy though
eimajination: ya
eimajination: but now the develped countries are bullying the oil producing countries loh
Edmund: hmmm well since the 3rd world countries are already in that kinda debt
Edmund: heh
Edmund: might as well right
eimajination: it's just not right loh
eimajination: developed countries pretending to be civilised and all
Edmund: hey... economics make the world go round
eimajination: but it also makes the rich richer and the poor poorer
eimajination: it enforces a country-scaled global class system
Edmund: hmmm wonder how we can break that
eimajination: oil loh
eimajination: free market on oil
eimajination: let oil prices go according to demand
Edmund: hmmm energy costs are gonna sky rocket
Edmund: probably gonna force us to use alternative fuel as well
Edmund: hmm maybe not a bad idea
eimajination: yes
eimajination: IMHO it's the most concrete solution to 3rd world poverty loh
eimajination: but nobody wants to pay for their freedom
Edmund: well personally it might be a situation that the 3rd wold is too addicted to foreign aid
Edmund: it allows for a lot of things to remain in status quo
Edmund: no impetus to learn how to fish
Edmund: when the fish is given to you all the time
eimajination: ya but at the same time
eimajination: the so-called foreign aid is not real loh
eimajination: basically they WANT 3rd world countries to remain 3rd world countries
eimajination: instead of pouring in aid, i think they might be able to achieve more if they schooled a select group of kids all the way into university...
Edmund: hmmm how do you define the group?
Edmund: how can you confirm that one of them won't turn into some megalomaniacal maniac?
eimajination: u need to school them in their national values also loh
Edmund: schooling on national values is one thing
Edmund: accepting it is another
eimajination: ya but if u want them to be able to fish...
Edmund: and come on, how much does it cost to get a kid from infancy through uni?
Edmund: in the grand scheme of national budget
eimajination: not that much
Edmund: negligible
eimajination: therefore you can school quite a lot of kids
eimajination: mebbe a few thousand kids?

Sunday, December 04, 2005

籠もられている感じだ。外に出たいけど、誰にもどんな説明もしたくない。でも出たらきっと聞かれる。だから出かけない。だから籠もられている。目に見えない鎖に縛られているようで、どうしようもない。インターネットはもう飽きたほどだけど、出られるのはここからだけ。こんな存在きっと僕だけが感じているではない。でもこんなやるせなさを感じていたあなたは、どんな道を踏んできたの?

Saturday, December 03, 2005

異様なリズム

最近生活のリズムが変わった気がする。自分のリズムが変わったじゃなく、周りのリズムとのシンクロナイズが変わっている気がする。面白いことが偶然に起こり、何かが起こりそうな時察せるようにそのことにあわせるような動きをしたりしている。何かが起こるのでしょうか。楽しみにしている。

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Say No to Handbills

The problem with doing a compaign to advocate saying no to handbills, is that you can't do handbills. You'd probably have to wear boards hung over your shoulders or hold up banners while the crowds go by. But still, I hate handbills.

Because handbills are expensive. To the marketing team, they may be one of the cheapest ways of advertising, but it's putting all the resources into the wrong places. Each sheet of handbill may only cost that much money, but they also warrant only that much attention. A victim walks by, collects a handbill, glances at it, walks to the corner, and tosses it - perhaps onto the floor. Worse still, passers-by taking pity on those whose work is the distribution of handbills, take a copy of the handbill only so that they can toss it off into a dustbin two metres away. All this when the industry does not assure us where all this paper is coming from. Are trees replanted for every tree fell for this? Business is disgusting.

Why not give out packets of tissue paper, or postit-pads or something that is of more use to the potential consumer? If you just want to get seen, why not get someone to hold up signboards or dress up so that you get the attention? Please please don't do anymore killer marketing campaigns...

Advertising agencies, please!
Living Out of a Suitcase

Machine's been down and all this week I've been living on Knoppix. Just got the latest version on CD today, and finally got it figured out... had terrible problems with performance and couldn't maintain a decent presence on msn cos I didn't have enough memory to make context switches bearable. But finally I'm getting the hang of it. Here's my secret....

knoppix desktop=twm screen=800x600

Yeah, that's it. The 800x600 really makes a difference... guess video is expensive. But the most amazing thing has been this... Knoppix has felt as much home as Windows did. But then again, my top-listed apps in windows was firefox, gaim, vim and bash.... haha.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

The Reincarnation of Sexism, Part Deux

But then again, imagine guys telling their brother, "Kor, I want to marry you in my next life..."

Saturday, November 26, 2005

The Reincarnation of Sexism

It just occurred to me that this is so strange. If it is a Chinese perspective that the dead get reincarnated, and males can get reincarnated into females and vice versa, why then is there such undeniable sexist undercurrents in the traditional Chinese thinking? Are they too existentialist or they just can't get it sorted out? If couples will say "I still want to be your wife next life", why don't they also remember that thy could end up brothers, or brothers could end up couples?

Gaps in logic, holes in the brain.

Friday, November 25, 2005

Confessionary Confectionery

Remember Kogepan? The reason we loved it that much must have been because it so simply voiced what we refused to say, but are dying to admit. That's why we also have chain mails that go along the lines of "answer the following questions truthfully and send it to another 5 people..." We're dying to let everyone know what we secretly want so much of, but yet so afraid that they find out that we want this badly to tell it all.

Ok so here shall hardly be my list of my 5 top most secret desires:

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.

Bleah.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Mushroom Madness



Red or Black?


Oops forgot to smile...

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept
when we remembered Zion.

いきなり、この詩篇を思い出した。追放の苦しみ、どこかへ帰りたい気持ち、それは都会にもあるものだ。形のない故郷は、もう滅亡されたかもしれません。われわれ都会人は、みんな亡命者だ。もう逃げ場のないところまでたどりつき、未来など考えたくない毎日を送る人生を馴染んでしまった。こんな僕らの救いは?確実に存在していても、手を出す勇気が沸いてこない・・・

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Rush Hour Etiquette

01. Stand left, walk right. Even if you're reaching the top/bottom of the escalator, continue walking. If you have to stop because you're reaching the end, keep left. Common sense - if you stop walking, how on earth is the guy behind you, and the guy behind the guy behind you, and the guy behind the guy who just stepped onto the escalator, going to walk right?

02. The reason the queue at the escalator is so long is because everyone's refusing to stand on the step directly behind the guy in front. Don't waste space. If you take three steps to get onto an escalator, use the stairs during rush hour.

03. Don't swing your hands when you walk. You're claiming too much personal space.

04. If you have to read the news, fold it and read it. Don't force the guy standing in front of your read the cover of your papers for the whole half hour on the train.

05. You don't have broadcast rights to the music you bought. Use earphones in the train. Someone might be trying to catch a nap cos he got home at 3am the night before.

06. Leave space for weavers. If you're walking in a group, make sure people who are trying to beat the bell can run through.

07. Move into the centre of the train. Between the rows of seats along the walls of the carriage, you should be able to fit three rows.

08. Don't wait until the door opens and then say "excuse me" in a lift. Make your way to the door before the door opens so that the whole lift doesn't have to wait for you to get off. Waiting 10 seconds for each person to get off means that it takes forever for the guy on the 30th storey to get to his office. No, the math should be 30x(10+f+2d) where f is the time it takes for the lift to get from one storey to the next and d is the time it takes for the door to open or close. And you will need to multiply that number by the number of people in the lift.

09. Kid's don't qualify as "those who need the seat more than others". If you have kids who don't want to sit, make them stand. They've got more energy than anyone else.

0A. The reason train companies put money into contactless cards, small magnetic tickets and so on is so that commutors can clear the gates more efficiently. Don't take your time to take out your ticket and read the LCD to see how much money you have left on your card. You can do that during off-peak.

Monday, November 07, 2005

花非花,雾非雾。
夜半来,天明去。
来如春梦儿多时?去似朝云无觅处。

Thursday, November 03, 2005

もう朝か
昨夜の疲れ
取れずにも

Monday, October 31, 2005

Today ought be a special day. For, for the first time in my life, I heard not a handicapped street begger, but a real handicapped street performer near my workplace today.

She was very obviously blind and her face looked weired, imaginably having lost one eye socket - but she was singing. Not singing slow Christian music to beg the guilt of passing Christians, nor was there in her voice the desperate self-pity that, hiding behind the latest popular hits, cried out, "I'm useless, please be the kind person you think you are and give me some money." Instead, her voice was delightfully bright. And so were her songs. The last number I heard her sing was Dancing Queen. Not the most effective kind of material one would use had her best asset been her handicap. And I'm not saying her singing was "uhm okay" - she was good. Someone-should-have-turned-the-disco-lights-on kind of good.

Yes, I was impressed. I loved her dignity. I loved her not trying to sell her handicap, but rather, to have overcome it, and to have found within herself something that was bright enough a gem to offer the world.

Put bluntly, the rest of the lot should be taken off the streets. Selling their self-pity, hoping to elicit the sympathy of some unsuspecting passer by. If their handicap were their greatest marketing asset, then how incomparable the darkness of their hearts must be beside their blindness, how crippled their spirits must be beside their lameness! All the more, it would be a sin to give to them. Cheap charity is but the giver masturbating his own selfish consience, unwilling to pay the full price to set the needy free.

I know, America is doing it. The rich are doing it. But still, the next time someone on the street tries to sell you tissue paper and yet says "please help me out", do them a favour - don't buy it. Buying a packet of tissue paper is never all that you can do for anybody.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

As if micro weren't enough - without even realising, were're stepping into the age of the nano. Microcomputers are so last centuary. If you're reading this 20 years from the date of writing, really sorry that I'm using pretty last-decade words here, but today, at the horizon, we're talking about the dawn of quantum-channel-based communications, DNA computing, nanorobotics and genetic therapy.

Yes, so much so that we keep on losing the big picture, the long-term view. Remember, at the dawn of navigation, we used to use stars as our guiding lights. And before we the industrialisation, we used to build everything to last forever. Now, everything has an expiry date. A namespace. A domain. A locale. We forget how the whole system is held together, how one nanosecond flows into the next and how the next flows into eternity. How boats on a stream that lightly knock against each other actually take on individual lives and lifestories after that brief and anonymous encounter on the floating market. Put it bluntly, we seem to have stepped into the age of one-night-stands. Transient, isolated and intense.

My maid (aka domestic helper; just in case "maid" still means unmarried woman where you're coming from) just went off to the airport. It's been a good one year. She came not knowing anything, even innocently tossing some of our plastic covers into the bin, not knowing the difference between plastic covers that keep lenses safe and disposible plastic packaging that come with the food we buy at convenient stores.

It is hard to imagine the depth of the journey that she's gone through in her stay here. So many things we take for granted must have been pretty challenging for her, as much as it is to us if we had to live in a distant and strange land. And even harder to grasp is how her life, after she's gone back, will continue in parallel to ours, even though we may not make contact ever again. How (if I may borrow a term from computing - not that I haven't been doing so :P) massively multi-threaded the real-world is! (Oh yes, and how real-time it is also...)

Ya, it is an exciting world. But how very helpless it also makes me feel everytime I attempt to grasp how the whole tapestry is held together.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

古いCDを聞いて、また人生のはかなさを感じた。

「部屋とYシャツと私」という曲だ。「もし私が先立てば オレも死ぬと云ってね」のところにきたら、また生と死の間に辿り着いた。歩いてきたのが「過去」。足元にあるのが「未来」。そして今はその過去とその未来の間にいる。そういう感じだ。そう感じると、すこし伸ばしたら、過去の景色が見える、僕の中で。昔のまんまのように。その同時、今現実に感じている周りのものは、思い出のように感じてくる。未来から見る思い出のようだ。その一瞬、僕は過去にいるのか、現在にいるのか、それとも、未来にいるのか、わからなくなる。

すごい感じですが、怖い。一瞬の「現在」に、一生が感じられそうな感覚は、とても人間的に限界かな。一人で感じてしまうのは、重荷だ。ここにきたら、誰かに助けられたい。一緒にこの生きるつらさを負って生きたい・・・

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

If you took an operating system and did a hardware implementation of it, would it mean that the machine runs without an operating system?

Now it is becoming clear. There is no such thing as a software product. Software belongs in the quaternary industry, and you don't talk about produce in this sector. The primary industray talks about primary products, the secondary talks about consumer products. And from the tertiary industry on, we start talking about services - so why are we going back to products?

According to Wikipedia, if that is a source of any authoritativity, the quartanery industry is one that involves intellectual services. Put it in another way - in the secondary industry, you sell people the hammer to hit the nails in. In the tertiary, you charge them money for hitting the nail in. Now in the quartenary industry, you charge them money for telling them, in what manner they ought be hitting the nail in.

That is what it is. Let me now attempt to give a description of what I think software thus is - for the lack of a better word than "software", that is. Given that a user is a person or group of persons that interacts directly with the "software", then, software, perhaps, is a collection of logical steps of basic operations and the configuration that govern how and when these steps are to be invoked, essentially abstracting the know-how that experienced practioners employ while addressing issues, especially in, but not limited to, the problem domain of the user, expressed in a notation that can, directly or otherwise, be intimately employed in conjunction with a hardware device in order to derive a result which may be construed as an expert advice in the user's problem domain, a professional service that in part or in full solves the user's problem, or, a product which production is the user's problem domain.

For those who have problems with long sentences:


software, perhaps, is
(a COLLECTION of
(logical steps of basic OPERATIONS)
[and]
(the CONFIGURATION that govern how and when
these steps are to be invoked,)
[essentially abstracting]
(the KNOW-HOW
(that EXPERIENCED practioners employ
while addressing issues,
(especially in, but not limited to,
the PROBLEM DOMAIN of the user,)
)
)
)
[expressed in]
(a NOTATION that can, directly or otherwise, )
[be intimately employed in conjunction with a]
(hardware DEVICE in order to
(DERIVE a result which may be construed as
(an EXPERT ADVICE in the user's problem domain,)
[or]
(a PROFESSIONAL SERVICE that in part or in full
solves the user's problem,)
[or]
(a PRODUCT which production is the
user's problem domain.)
)
)


This leads to two differentiating factors between software, and other services in the quartenary industry: firstly, that software needs to be executed on a tangible device, as opposed to programs implemented in organisations that involves strictly the retraining of staff to optimise processes, and secondly, that software may command a depth that can give tangible solutions to problems, even if the problem domain exists in the secondary or primary industry. It also follows that software makes it possible to offer intellectual services in a frame that may be separated from the source of that intelligence by space and time.

Coming back to our opening question. When does software cross the line? I believe that the crux of the matter is in the word "notation". So long as a solution may be expressed in some form of notation that may be used to make hardware derive some kind of useful result, the solution, expressed in the form of a notatian, is software. Which is to say, that digital circuit diagrams are software, but PCB derived from these diagrams, are not. In some sense, I am suggesting that in such cases, we are compiling our software into hardware, not binaries.

Which leads us to conclude that, yes, it runs without an operating system, only because we do not yet have a name for something that behaves like software but is not expressed in some form of notation. I would like very much though, to have a term that can take the clause "expressed in a notation" out of what I think what we currently think software to be. Afterall, in essence, software, really should be the intelligence that can help people solve problems in the absence of an expert. Why should it matter what form it takes?

No, there's no such thing as intelligent hardware, either. Not at least, for me.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Earth = Body

地球ってね、体のようだ。

サラリーマンになった僕はなおさらそんなように思うようになってきた。なぜなら、仕事の日々、よく無理やりして、食事などちゃんとしないで仕事やってたから。いつかからだが抗議して病気になるじゃないかと思ったら、地球もそうだよ。人間の発展の時、地球のことを考えずに、好きなほど環境を汚染する物質を流出する作業を行い、すべては自分の利益だけを見て。地球も、体も、自分の一部のような、もう一人の自分のようなものだ。やさしくしてあげないと、いつかどこかに痛むのは、自分だけだ。

だから、運動、栄養を考えない人は、環境保護の仕事をする権利がないじゃない。

Sunday, October 09, 2005

15歳の少年って、若いですか?

自分にそう聞いてみた。15歳というのは、この世に来て15年ですね。15年は決して短い時間ではない。他人から夫妻へ、そして両親へとの変化すらできる。15年この世にいたら、15歳の時の僕らは、すでにこの世界のことがわかるようになったはずだ。この世がぜんぜんわからない宇宙人のような赤ん坊から人間の言葉や生き方がわかるようになったわけだ。

海外へ移住して15年したら、どれ位海外の文化がわかるでしょうか?15歳の少年にとってもそういうことじゃん。この世に移住して15年。もう旅人と考えられないだろう。でもこの時代の少年はなんでなにもわからないようだろうか。