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On the way to work this morning, a TTC bus pulled to a halt at the side of the road about 500 m from the next bus stop to flag down someone who was walking towards the it and let him on. There was no way that guy could have made it to the bus stop on time to get on with everyone else. He would have had to wait another 15-30 minutes.
In other news, Priscilla Ahn got a haircut!
I have not blogged in awhile. That does not mean I haven't written, it just means all that stuff is sitting in the blog post queue, waiting for me to finish them (or start them). To get back into the groove, I will write less ambitiously.
Anyway, my mom made me take vitamin B supplements. My pee is now neon yellow thanks to all the riboflavin that my body didn't need and flushed out.
I'm a terrible person to watch movies with. Especially in theatres.
This is because I like predicting what will happen next...
and then telling anyone within earshot what my guess is.
It goes a little something like this:
[***SPOILER ALERT***]
Spider-Man ACT II
In a heated argument with his Uncle Ben, the man who took him in after his parents were tragically killed in an accident, Peter Parker blurts out (with teenagey angst), "You're not my father!" and leaves his uncle at a loss for words.me: Too bad that's the last thing he'll say to his uncle.
theatre neighbour: WHAT?!
A few scenes later, a botched mugging results in this prediction* coming true.
*granted I was already familiar with the Spider-Man backstory and the tragic death of his father-figure that spurred Peter towards vigilante heroism.
[***END SPOILER ALERT***]
Every story has a pattern and every genre has conventions it follows. I like it when I'm right; I'm also delighted when my expectations are subverted. Win-win for me. Sorry to all the people I've ever sat next to in a movie theatre.
Life is also full of patterns and conventions, infinitely harder to decipher and decrypt. It continues to surprise me.
It's so cold that my car windows were frosted on the inside this morning. I drove to work with about 65-84% windshield visibility during the course of the commute. The brakes were stiff, the door sensors were registering false positives, and everything looks like a metaphor for obscured vision.
So this guy gets carjacked over the weekend by gun toting youth, losing his BMW, cash and cellphone. While commiserating over beverages, one clever friend sends the stolen cellphone a text message promising attractive women and recreational drugs to lure the thieves out into the open. Needless to say, instead of attractive women and recreational drugs, the witless thieves rendezvous-ed with Columbus, Ohio's finest.
Let's sidestep the commentary on the state of today's world and go straight to the personal questions: What would the text message have to say for you to come out and play?
I'd fall for any of the following:
"Yo, I just trained up a Lucario. Want to battle?"
"OMG this is the best burger ever!"
"BSG marathon tonight."
"I got hockey tickets!"
"Three words: Jeopardy! in. HD."
For posterity, I will record what I did in the first few hours of this new year.
I came across an article on marketing that raised some very poignant insights about company branding, as well as reputation building. The article is about how some companies run themselves into the ground by overextending their brand (e.g. if Nike started to sell photocopiers).
It was something I only noticed implicitly; seen in the light, it makes a lot of sense. The most powerful brands become synonymous to their products. What do you think of when you hear the word Google, or Kleenex, or Xerox, or Febreeze? If I were in charge of a company, I'd love for the brand to one day become a verb the way Google has.
But that's not the point of the post. Below is the pertinent excerpt.
If you're working in a job, [...] be known as a genius for something. Know how several things work. But branding yourself in one skill makes you the expert. Every time the company has a fire in that section, you will be known for your fire-fighting skills.The author recommends committing to a specialty to help you stand out from the crowd if you're vying for marketshare.
On an ordinary basis, most employees are not known for any particular skill and wonder why they are on top of the redundancy list. Bosses don't know what you do and why you're special, because you haven't been doing the 'branding bit'. It's better to be a specialist than the 'safe unknown.'
I got into work early this morning. At the doorway to the bathroom I frequent, I beheld an amazing sight. There was a sizeable, light-coloured insect in a state of disassemblage on the floor in front of the door. Picking through the wreckage was a slightly smaller dark insect with a chitanous carapace.
I wanted to stay and watch, but I also had to use the bathroom. After I finished my business, they were still right there on the floor. I hopped back into my office (next to the bathrooms), grabbed a piece of paper, and scooped them up for closer examination on my desk.
Of course, once they were placed on the desk, the still-living insect bolted for the nearest cover (a Compaq Presario v5000). I played hide and seek with it for about 6 minutes, but quickly tired of its survival instincts. What I wanted to see was its gluttony so that I could capture the feeding on camera, so I proferred the remnants of its meal, still on the paper, to the scurrier but to little avail.
Clearly it was not comfortable eating in plain sight where it preceived imminent danger. So I relocated them to the floor under my desk. Under relatively darker evirons, the black bug was content to return to feeding. I filmed it with a point-and-shoot camera (Casio Exilim Z55) that was woefully ill-equipped to handle dark and close-up work. Nonetheless, I faithfully captured the moment the best I could, partially lying on the floor of my room while some automated processes were running.



Part of a larger collection of peer-contributed devotional writings.
The best laid plans of mice and men
often go awry.
I thought I had a notion
of all the words regarding emotion;
but then -- anon --
I happened upon
one that looked a lot like Limerick.
the last time i wrote about the Leafs was back at the Trade Deadline. a few things have changed since then: they met expectations by not making the playoffs by a rather narrow margin, thus ensuring that they would have a mediocre draft pick at the end of their mediocre season.
for those who are out of the loop, here is where things stand.
subtractions:
Mental exercise: pick your favourite song, or piece, and play it in your head. Now strip out all the pauses and breaks and rests in the music and play it again. How does that sound? Now take all the notes and tones and sounds and play them all at once. Correct, that sounds terrifically cacophonous. It's like eating a whole steak all in one go; it does not taste any good and will cause you to retch. The music happens in the space between the notes. Enjoyment of a steak happens within each bite. The pause is where the tension and drama happens. It is all about the anticipation.
In recent days I have been doing some research into web design principles. One oft-overlooked component of good web layouts is white space (or negative space). White space is any part of the layout that does not have any content. In a book, this would generally be the margins, where your fingers can grasp the pages. In a newspaper, there is white space between columns to give them separation and consolidation. On a web page, white space can break the content into manageable chunks for absorption, as most content on web pages is simply scanned, rather than pored over. White space helps focus the reader's attention on the content that matters.
Good web page designs will employ the Law of Closure, a specific manifestation of Gestalt perception. People are naturally inclined to mentally 'fill-in-the-blanks' when presented with incomplete images because the mind strives for structure, regularity and logic. Your brain anticipates what ought to be there in the image, and your perception is informed thusly. The image on the left is not of a morning star, but merely some black near-triangles with one curved side. The notion that white space makes things simple for the viewer and, at the same time, makes him think unknowingly is deliciously ironic.
In our own times of rest and respite are usually when life is simplified; they are also the times when we tend to think the most, focusing on what is truly important. In the second book of his Elegies, Sextus Propertius, coined the well known phrase,
Semper in absentes felicior aestus amantes,Absence makes the heart grow fonder. While this phrase has been overused to the point of becoming cheese, the sentiment remains true. One of the signs of love is the anxiety and preoccupation of the mind that comes with separation and distance. Not having something (or someone) will make you want it (or him/her) even more.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away.
| "How come no one has harassed me yet?" |
| - from the Sexual Harassment Complaints Box |
For some, getting hit on is an irritation; for others, it is a longed-for luxury. Fact: they're both jealous of each others' ability/inability to get hit on.What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you say.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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