tell me about it

thank you.

Teacher’s Day was wonderful with all of you :)

Some complete asswipe who doesn’t know how to frickin’ drive a car sideswiped our van a few days ago. The bugger scraped the side of our van leaving lots of yellow paint and a large dent behind. Bloody hit and run.

Now we have to undent our beautiful van and repaint the side.

I sincerely hope that unknown person gets his or her just desserts.

Urgh.

I’m a real sucker for earth colors, and a real sucker for curly wurly flower patterns.

Thusly.

Gorgeous patterns picked out in metallic foil on woodcuts and brown paper at Nantaka Joy.

And I said no more wooden elephants, butbutbut.

Tee hee ewwefunts.

…antisocial.

I went to CAP with Grace; I think, if I’m not wrong, this was written for a literary challenge in aCAPella, the newsletter thingamajig produced by the councillors for the camp. Always have loved this piece. I want to use it to teach my kids :)

(He’s a drifter, always
floating around her, has
nowhere else to go. He wishes
she would sing, not much, just the scales;
or take some notice,
give him the fish eye.)

(Bounded by round walls
she makes fish eyes
and kissy lips at him, darts
behind pebbles, swallows
his charms hook, line and sinker)

(He’s bowled over. He would
take her to the ocean, they could
count the waves. There,
in the submarine silence, they would share
their deepest secrets. Dive for pearls
like stars.)

(But her love’s since
gone belly-up. His heart sinks
like a fish. He drinks
like a stone. Drowns those sorrows,
stares emptily through glass.)

(the reason, she said
she wanted)
(and he could not give)
a life
beyond the
(bowl)

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Yay I love my country!

Singaporean designer Casey Chen, who participated in designboom tokyo mart 2007, has designed a new icon for his native country. ‘My heart’ incorporates Singapore’s current flag in a heart shape. He was influenced by the famous ‘I heart NY’ designed by Milton Glaser.

-taken from designboom

By far one of my favorite Flight of the Conchords songs!

According to Wiki, “The Flight of the Conchords is a Grammy Award-winning New Zealand comedy duo composed of Bret McKenzie and Jemaine Clement. Billing themselves as “Formerly New Zealand’s fourth most popular guitar-based digi-bongo acapella-rap-funk-comedy folk duo”[1] , the group uses a combination of witty observation, characterisation and acoustic folk guitars to work the audience. The duo’s comedy and music became first the basis of a BBC radio series and then an American television series, which premiered in 2007, also called Flight of the Conchords.

Named Best Alternative Comedy Act at the 2005 US Comedy Arts Festival, Best Newcomer at the Melbourne Comedy Festival, and receiving a nomination for the Perrier Comedy Award at the Edinburgh Fringe in 2003, the duo’s live performances have gained them a worldwide cult following.”

In other words: they are damn funny, lah!

Warning: NSFW due to one vulgarity in the song… :/

Binary solo!

Interesting article :)

ORANGE PARK, Fla. - David Campbell switched on the overhead projector and wrote “Evolution” in the rectangle of light on the screen.

He scanned the faces of the sophomores in his Biology I class. Many of them, he knew from years of teaching high school in this Jacksonville suburb, had been raised to take the biblical creation story as truth. His gaze rested for a moment on Bryce Haas, a football player who attended the 6 a.m. prayer meetings of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes in the school gymnasium.

“If I do this wrong,” Campbell recalled thinking, “I’ll lose him.”

In February, the Florida Department of Education modified its standards to explicitly require, for the first time, public schools to teach evolution, calling it “the organizing principle of life science.”
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One of the wonderful things about hugging you is that an hour later, the imprint of your scent is still on my skin.