Saturday, March 29, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Gone Fishing
I went to Lakes Entrance,Victoria over the Easter break to fish and have fun with a cool bunch of friends from church.
Its a gorgeous district of lovely lakes and rivers that spill out into the Bass Strait. We drove into the town at about half past three on Good Friday and it looked like it could've been used as the set of Dawson's Creek, all pretty riverside views with charming boats tethered to the jetty and the sun sparkling off the waters.
It was a fantastic trip, what with everyone managing to catch some fish, having a chef travel with us and whipping up a yummy BBQ with our catch and much much late night mahjong and card sessions.
I love road trips out of the city. One city is really so much like any other and I sometimes only feel like I'm in Australia when I've gone beyond the suburbs and into the countryside. It's so silly but I feel so happy just looking at the open spaces and water.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Some Like Poetry
Some -
thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority.
Not counting schools, where one has to,
and the poets themselves,
there might be two people per thousand.
Like -
but one also likes chicken soup with noodles,
one likes compliments and the color blue,
one likes an old scarf,
one likes having the upper hand,
one likes stroking a dog.
Poetry -
but what is poetry.
Many shaky answers
have been given to this question.
But I don't know and don't know and hold on to it
like to a sustaining railing.
thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority.
Not counting schools, where one has to,
and the poets themselves,
there might be two people per thousand.
Like -
but one also likes chicken soup with noodles,
one likes compliments and the color blue,
one likes an old scarf,
one likes having the upper hand,
one likes stroking a dog.
Poetry -
but what is poetry.
Many shaky answers
have been given to this question.
But I don't know and don't know and hold on to it
like to a sustaining railing.
Wislawa Szymborska
translated by
Regina Grol
Friday, March 7, 2008
Here and there
In politics:
Team Clinton to stop at nothing by Gerard Baker
By this stage, I've stopped believing the predictions of most pundits, the polls and various political commentators. This is the closest race for the Democratic presidential nomination I've ever seen and right now, I honestly think it could still go either way, Clinton's Ohio victory notwithstanding. As this article suggests, it could all come down to the candidate who wants it more. It's a pity that the showdown between the two is getting so ugly though. I personally would like to see either an African American president (despite his iffy protectionist economic policies) and a female president (even if most of her much vaunted foreign policy experience is little more than mere puffery) and I find it sad that it has to be either one or the other.
Science:
The Truth about Autism: Scientists reconsider what they think they know by David Wolman
Came across this via Mr Brown and it's an interesting paradigm shift from the way autism is usually viewed. Autism has always been regarded in the same light as other mental disabilities and this author makes a case for autism as a form of misunderstood neuro-diversity. It almost seems to suggest that autistics can be thought of as an alien race with different perspectives and abilities rather than as disabled. But the author is also carefull to outline the pitfalls of thinking of autistics as merely people with different abilities ("critics of the difference model reject the whole idea that autism is merely another example of neuro-diversity. After all, being able to plan your meals for the week or ask for directions bespeak important forms of intelligence")
Numbers Guy by Jim Holt
My favourite article of the week is about math and I'm as shocked as you are. This study confirms the area of the brain that deals with math and names the condition of mathematical disability ( 'dyscalculia'). It also confirms what most Chinese have been saying all along, that the nature of the Chinese language words for numbers aids the brain in holding and using them. So apparently, the Chinese are better at Math because they speak Chinese and quite possibly, if this guy is to be believed, the French really shouldn't be able to count at all because of its " vestigial base-twenty monstrosities, like quatre-vingt-dix-neuf (“four twenty ten nine”) for 99."
Fashion:
How to Shop by Jessa Crispin
Disclaimer: This isn't actually an article on how to buy clothes or dress. Rather it's an amusing indictment of the books that purport to aid women in personal shopping. While she admits the need for these books, ("These books exist, and are in some ways needed, because there is a huge disconnect between the fantasy world of Vogue — where women spend their days romping in fields wearing $1,500 sequined leggings — and reality.") she also dismisses their methodology of dressing with the aim of hiding one's flaws (" It’s hard to walk out the door feeling hot and feisty when your entire dressing process has been focused on your main source of anxiety").
Crispin does recommend one particular book (The Meaning of Sunglasses: A Guide to almost all things Fashionable by Hadley Freeman) which she says "will not make you feel worse about the state of your thighs, nor your brain" and if the rest of the book is anything like the sharp little quotes she's pulled out from it, I wouldn't mind buying it just for fun.
Team Clinton to stop at nothing by Gerard Baker
By this stage, I've stopped believing the predictions of most pundits, the polls and various political commentators. This is the closest race for the Democratic presidential nomination I've ever seen and right now, I honestly think it could still go either way, Clinton's Ohio victory notwithstanding. As this article suggests, it could all come down to the candidate who wants it more. It's a pity that the showdown between the two is getting so ugly though. I personally would like to see either an African American president (despite his iffy protectionist economic policies) and a female president (even if most of her much vaunted foreign policy experience is little more than mere puffery) and I find it sad that it has to be either one or the other.
Science:
The Truth about Autism: Scientists reconsider what they think they know by David Wolman
Came across this via Mr Brown and it's an interesting paradigm shift from the way autism is usually viewed. Autism has always been regarded in the same light as other mental disabilities and this author makes a case for autism as a form of misunderstood neuro-diversity. It almost seems to suggest that autistics can be thought of as an alien race with different perspectives and abilities rather than as disabled. But the author is also carefull to outline the pitfalls of thinking of autistics as merely people with different abilities ("critics of the difference model reject the whole idea that autism is merely another example of neuro-diversity. After all, being able to plan your meals for the week or ask for directions bespeak important forms of intelligence")
Numbers Guy by Jim Holt
My favourite article of the week is about math and I'm as shocked as you are. This study confirms the area of the brain that deals with math and names the condition of mathematical disability ( 'dyscalculia'). It also confirms what most Chinese have been saying all along, that the nature of the Chinese language words for numbers aids the brain in holding and using them. So apparently, the Chinese are better at Math because they speak Chinese and quite possibly, if this guy is to be believed, the French really shouldn't be able to count at all because of its " vestigial base-twenty monstrosities, like quatre-vingt-dix-neuf (“four twenty ten nine”) for 99."
Fashion:
How to Shop by Jessa Crispin
Disclaimer: This isn't actually an article on how to buy clothes or dress. Rather it's an amusing indictment of the books that purport to aid women in personal shopping. While she admits the need for these books, ("These books exist, and are in some ways needed, because there is a huge disconnect between the fantasy world of Vogue — where women spend their days romping in fields wearing $1,500 sequined leggings — and reality.") she also dismisses their methodology of dressing with the aim of hiding one's flaws (" It’s hard to walk out the door feeling hot and feisty when your entire dressing process has been focused on your main source of anxiety").
Crispin does recommend one particular book (The Meaning of Sunglasses: A Guide to almost all things Fashionable by Hadley Freeman) which she says "will not make you feel worse about the state of your thighs, nor your brain" and if the rest of the book is anything like the sharp little quotes she's pulled out from it, I wouldn't mind buying it just for fun.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Back and eating chocolate
I have realised the futility of trying to blog while in Singapore. In between going out with family, dealing with family stuff, travelling to Medan and Hongkong, catching up with friends and generally trying spend time with as many of my friends as possible...blogging time and Internet time does not really exist.
Came back to Melbourne in the mood for going home to Singapore and wallowing in the embrace of my family forever. Yes I know, I'm in my twenties and I still want my mother. I'm pathetic that way.
The grey drizzle that greeted me at Tullamarine airport didn't help but what did help was the continuous flow of chat by the garrulous old Italian cab driver who took me back to my apartment. Along the way he filled me in on the weather of the past month, his life story, gave me an excellent sounding pasta sauce recipe and wove through peak hour traffic with skill and verve.
I still have a hankering for going home and wallowing some more in the embrace of family and late night mall opening hours but I guess I'm here for now.
Oh, and also for those I haven't yet informed. Boy and I have split up. Yes, I'm okay, or as okay as I can be. Yes, we're still friends and no, we didn't fight or anything ugly like that. Life stuff just got in the way.
The split pretty much explains the great great hankering for wallowing at the moment. So I'm going off to re read Harry Potter,eat chocolate and wallow with a veangeance.
Came back to Melbourne in the mood for going home to Singapore and wallowing in the embrace of my family forever. Yes I know, I'm in my twenties and I still want my mother. I'm pathetic that way.
The grey drizzle that greeted me at Tullamarine airport didn't help but what did help was the continuous flow of chat by the garrulous old Italian cab driver who took me back to my apartment. Along the way he filled me in on the weather of the past month, his life story, gave me an excellent sounding pasta sauce recipe and wove through peak hour traffic with skill and verve.
I still have a hankering for going home and wallowing some more in the embrace of family and late night mall opening hours but I guess I'm here for now.
Oh, and also for those I haven't yet informed. Boy and I have split up. Yes, I'm okay, or as okay as I can be. Yes, we're still friends and no, we didn't fight or anything ugly like that. Life stuff just got in the way.
The split pretty much explains the great great hankering for wallowing at the moment. So I'm going off to re read Harry Potter,eat chocolate and wallow with a veangeance.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Summer Days
View of Westernport Bay from Red Hill Estate vineyard at Mornington Peninsula.
Part of our loot
Chelsea Beach on a windy day.
The weather's been kind to us the last week or so. Absolutely lovely sunny T shirt and shorts days.
So Boy and I ran off to Chelsea Beach on Monday where we gorged ourselves on some really excellent fish, chips and other crispy beautifully battered seafood at Omega Three (love that name; it's a name AND an advertisement, how good is that!). Then upon finding out that the sea was really too cold to swim in, spent the remaining time alternately running around the surf and lying on the sand chasing fat cunning gulls away from our fish and chip packet.
Tuesday found us driving around the Mornington Peninsula wine and farming region in search of a lovely Riesling that I bought 2 years ago from a vineyard whose name I was too tipsy to remember after 4 successive wine tastings. Found it at Montalto Vineyard and Olive Grove and we stayed to have lunch at the cafe.
So Boy and I ran off to Chelsea Beach on Monday where we gorged ourselves on some really excellent fish, chips and other crispy beautifully battered seafood at Omega Three (love that name; it's a name AND an advertisement, how good is that!). Then upon finding out that the sea was really too cold to swim in, spent the remaining time alternately running around the surf and lying on the sand chasing fat cunning gulls away from our fish and chip packet.
Tuesday found us driving around the Mornington Peninsula wine and farming region in search of a lovely Riesling that I bought 2 years ago from a vineyard whose name I was too tipsy to remember after 4 successive wine tastings. Found it at Montalto Vineyard and Olive Grove and we stayed to have lunch at the cafe.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Home
No one sings it better than Michael Buble.
I'll be back in Singapore on Thursday 10 Jan 08 but flying off to Medan via Malaysia on the 17th.
See y'all in a bit.
I'll be back in Singapore on Thursday 10 Jan 08 but flying off to Medan via Malaysia on the 17th.
See y'all in a bit.
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