Musings

The words that bounce around the cavity of my skull.

An old friend of mine, C, asked me, over msn, for some help with setting up a blog. Never mind that she’s only 8000 miles away on the other side of the globe. It worked out pretty well in the end and she’s even got videos working on her blog (Thank you, Google Video!). How cool is that?

Days like this make me proud to be a geek. 🙂

The reading of an old favourite by the poet himself.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

– Dylan Thomas

[via BoingBoing]

I saw the ad for the Yellow Ribbon Project at the bus stop today and it reminded me a post I came across, where the blogger felt that the campaign was excessive and trivialising crime.

While I understand where she is coming from, and her arguments are not without merit, I find it hard to agree with her.

My reasons are simple. There will not be an overnight reversal of long entrenched attitudes and prejudices just because there is now a campaign/media blitz about it. Especially in our little nation where public campaigns are a dime a dozen.

The vast majority of ex-convicts are still going to be rejected by employers, shunned by the public and even family, and held up as negative examples by mothers to their children. Life as a former convict will always be a struggle.

The best the campaign can hope to achieve is to chip a little window in the social prison what ex-convicts live, so that some hope can shine through for those who seek it.

There will always be rotten eggs, but if we can learn not to throw out the entire basket without taking a closer look, it would have been worth it.

Yellow Ribbon Project

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A couple of notes on meeting decorum:

  1. Always consider the impact of your choice of mobile phone ringtones on your professional image. Imagine what people will think when your phone goes off and a bright “Cock-a-too-too!” or “Dian wey hiang liao!”* breaks the relative silence of a management meeting…
  2. Put your PDA/laptop on mute in a meeting. This bloke sitting 2 seats away was fiddling with his XDA II and with the speakers ON. I could hear every tap on the XDA, including the fake shutter click when he decided to test the built-in camera.
  3. There is no need to leave your mobile ring volume at max. If you can’t bear to put it on silent/vibrate mode, you can always turn the volume down. A meeting room isn’t a fish market. Really.

Not that it has ever happened at my work place. I’m just saying, ya know. 🙂

* Translated from dialect, “Your telephone is ringing!”

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