Sunday, November 16, 2008

Chaos Theory

"Ever hear a Chaos Theory? Its a science, that tries to determine the patterns in chaotic systems, weather, ocean currents, blood flow that sort of thing... But it turns out, there are a few things more chaotic than the beat of the human heart- speeding up, slowing down, pretty face, flight of stairs, -its always changing depending on whats happening to us out there. Its an erratic sonofabitch. But Underneath all that mess, there is infact a pattern, a truth - and that is Love.

the most important thing about love, is that we choose to give it, and we choose to receive it; making it the least random act in the entire universe. It transcends blood, it transcends betrayal, and all the dirt, that makes us human."

Monday, November 10, 2008

Point to Ponder

Have you ever wondered why, the coin return slots in vending machines are always so small? I have particularly small hands with particularly small fingers, and im having some difficulty putting my index and middle fingers into that small hole in my attempt to recover the change.

its not that the machine is so complex that the rest of the space is occupied by compplex-machinary, and, if im not mistaken, to cut a bigger hole = less materials needed? or are they not expecting a big number of coins coming out of that hole? certainly that cant be right because of thats the case, why allow notes as big as $10 to go in the payment chute? $10 to buy a $2 drink, thats gonna be a lot of coins, especially so if its all silvers and no golds.

OR? could it be, its to stop fat people with obscenely fat fingers from getting their change back? thats cruel...

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Social Announcement

The socially informed will tell you, there are certain things you cant do on your 1st date with someone, such as, errr, attempting to kiss the person(maybe on the cheeks depending on local culture), talk about your ex partner as a conversation topic, telling him/her that you have a habit of sleeping stark-naked etc etc. But that’s for dates.

What about for people meeting for the 1st time?

if this is the case, and would like to know him/her better? Theres a wide belief that asking for someone’s number on the 1st meeting would signify the other party that you’re desperate to know them better, or just to have an extra set of numbers in your phone book should you need a booty call some lonely evening. Of course, that’s not “polite” or “socially acceptable” behaviour. Some will tell you “it hurts the long term process”, trying to “build castles in a day” scenario as they will inevitably collapse one day soon.

So, 1st meeting taboo – No Telephone Number requests.

BUT, obviously im not the 1st person in the world to address this issue. Somewhere, some place in this world, millions have talked about this already.

Some “genius” (note the inverted commas) have thought about this taboo. It is a taboo because, like aforementioned – asking for their number too soon means youre too desperate to wait for a finer day. So, this Desperate Genius, who also happens to be adept at computers and browser designs, thought of a way to override, or bypass this “taboo”. He/She thought day and night, desperately needing a way to satiate his/her desperate need for acquiring the Other’s number. The result of this endless brooding is the hell of a spawn – Facebook.

Nowadays, on a first meeting, people no longer ask “can I get your number”, they ask “do you have facebook?” (or friendster or myspace, cousins of the devil), because Facebook whoring, being a relatively new internet/Cultural phenomenon, even if it’s a “bad thing”, its not written down in Book of Taboos 101 yet. Perhaps maybe someday it will.

Now, weighing the advantages and disadvantages of using facebook as an opening contact line instead of the good old “can I have your number” – Lets see.

Facebook:
1. Counters the phone number taboo, hence proving “You Are Not Desperate”
2. some chicks dig it
3. shows that you have a computer…
4. …and know how to use SOME of its functions
5. once the other side sees your facebook account, the “number of friends” counter showing at 6million, will prima facie show them “you are actually rather popular” and have “many friends”
6. Facebook never runs out of credit like prepaid phones do
7. its “new school”
8. more importantly, people have the benefit and luxury of playing this meeting game within a shroud of anonymity. What I mean by this is, people dare to speak themselves out more openly in text/via the internet, than talking to a person face to face or, through the phone(Ball-less approach if you want my personal opinion, don’t get me a hypocrite; I’ll talk with you about this in person if you request for this  )

and the list goes on.

However, given the “advantages” of using facebook instead of asking for a few digit number, it doesn’t change the fact that ITS STILL A short-turkey way of getting a contact!

Its easy, its hasn’t been “taboofied”, you get to remain a certain level of anonymity hence have the balls to talk balls… none of which one should be proud of, or take advantage of.

So, the true social moral here IS:

If you’re NOT desperate, and don’t want to appear so, DON’T ASK for contact details of ANY FORM, including Myface or Spacebook or any of the sort.

If you are NOT desperate BUT honestly sincerely want to know this someone better, ASK for a PHONE NUMBER or a SECOND DATE, because some browser program isn’t going to allow you to “KNOW someone better”

If you are DESPERATE, suck it up as ASK for a phone number because taking THE shortcut (Facebook) is the same as building a castle in a day (unless you’ve got an army of slaves that are all expert builders and engineers, metaphorically speaking)

I emplore you to ask yourselves the next time youre put in the situation stated above;

"Which is the Real Taboo?"

Saturday, November 01, 2008

Flick of a Switch

I was sitting outside on the porch, having a coffee, enjoying the warn sun, thinking of what question i should tackle next for the exam when a heard this loud buzzing above my head.

I thought myself "ah shit if its a bee it would be a bad time to get stung by it", then it flew away as quickly as it came. Having nothing around me except my slippers, i thought i would wield them with both hands and snap the bee between if it comes back.

Then immediately i felt guilty for having such cold-blooded murderous thoughts. "its just a bee, probably collecting nectar from the nearby plants"

The buzzing noise came right after i had that revelation, and found out, instead of it being a bee,

it was a mother huge fly.

...

"kill that fucker."