Tuesday, November 29, 2005

(PANIC)

Ever felt that you KNOW the shit is gonna hit the fan? It's like your heart is being sucked into the bottom of your stomach.
I'm getting very stressed about this thing I'm working on (which my predecessor initiated then dropped when she buggered off after getting knocked up). Let's just say that purely commercial projects that require quite an esoteric knowledge to fully understand, conceptualise and follow through, should ONLY ever be initiated by the private sector and not by some political whim or fancy.
The only thing I can be glad about is that there's a bunch of other people on this project as well so I can limit my liability when the crap starts to rain down on my arse.

Interim Post Part Trois

I love lunch hour. I found the following "article" in the archives of theOnion and thought I should share it.

You Can Be Anything You Want, Says Fictional Character

June 4, 2003 Issue 39•21

NEW YORK—If you work hard, believe in yourself, and never lose sight of your dreams, you can achieve anything you want, the make-believe children's-book character Chipper Chipmunk said Tuesday.
"No matter what, I've got to keep climbing!" Chipper said on page 11 of Chipper Chipmunk Climbs Straight To The Top, released Tuesday by Scholastic Books. "No matter how windy, no matter how lofty, I must never be scared to go high, says I!"

In the book, Chipper faces numerous challenges as he attempts to climb Majestic Mister Maple. The Blustery Westerly Wind blows this way and that, rocking Mr. Maple and slowing Chipper's progress. Scornful Squirrel tries to damage his morale, openly questioning whether Chipper can climb as far or as fast as he thinks he can. And Fearsome Fox utilizes direct, physical methods of obstruction to impede Chipper's ascent.

In the end, however, the fictional woodland creature triumphs over all adversity, including his own self-doubt.

"From down there, Mister Maple seemed tall as the sky, and it scared me so much I almost didn't try," Chipper mused from the tree top. "But now that I'm up at the tippity tip-top of the tree, there's nothing at all that's as high up as me!"

After reaching the top, the pretend rodent issued a challenge to all who witnessed his feat.

"I knew I could do it—it was hard, yes, it's true. But if chipmunks can climb to the sky, so can YOU!" Chipper said, punctuating his message with a thumbs-up sign and a wink.

According to Dr. Roland Gibson of the American Council For Literature & Ethics, Chipper's core message—that people can be or do anything they want—is a fallacy widely perpetuated in children's books.

"Chipper's unshakable faith in success through hard work and persistence isn't something we typically encounter in our daily lives," Gibson said. "This groundless assumption that an individual's capacity for achievement is limitless is a particular failing of children's literature."
Continued Gibson: "Chipper's success took place in the extremely narrow field of tree-climbing, and was achieved free of such real-world factors as class, wealth, religion, or race. To assume that we can apply these lessons to our infinitely knottier, more complicated real-world lives is a wild oversimplification."

Gibson said that, with the exception of certain celebrities and politicians, statements like Chipper's are almost always made by talking animals, superheroes, omniscient narrators, anthropomorphic trains, wandering magicians, friendly dragons, sentient heavenly bodies, Jesus, and other characters subject only to the rules of narrative causality.

In spite of Chipper's good intentions, his positive message has not had much of an impact on the non-imaginary public.

"So, this chipmunk wants us to believe that just because he climbed some stupid tree, anything is possible?" said Dawn Dressler, a Wichita, KS, single mother of three. "Chipper wouldn't be so sure of himself if he had to hold down two jobs, had no dental insurance, and lost half his pension to corporate corruption. Let's see him reach for his goddamn dreams then."

Interim Post Part Deux

I cannot believe that so much time, effort and money is going into a project which primary contribution to the industry is something as amorphous as "vibrancy".

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Interim Post

It is fucking cold in my office.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Shmee...

I’m back!

I feel the pressure to maintain my blog at a slightly more than decent standard as it is linked to a more readership-worthy (and recently critically acclaimed) peer. Although I suspect that my lettered friend’s decision to link my blog to hers had less to do with quality and more to do with having known each other for over 13 years…

I am in a pretty good mood right now as today I received:

  1. approval for my very first day off work;
  2. my FIFTH wedding invitation for 2006 so far (this one’s in Madras!);
  3. a phone call from one of my favourite bars inviting me to a FREEFLOW BEER session this Thursday evening; and…
  4. my membership card for a well-known skincare and cosmetics brand that persuades me to believe that buying its products will perform the miracle of making me look like a supermodel.

There is much excitement afoot!

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One of the downsides of working in a predominantly late 20s to early 30s environment is that lunchtime conversations tend to be dominated by the following topics:

  1. wedding preparations;
  2. being a newly-wed;
  3. trying to have a baby;
  4. being pregnant;
  5. giving birth; and...
  6. raising young children.

Occasionally though the spin-offs from these topics can be rather interesting.

For example, the discussion about whether babies are turned off by fake boobs led to a discussion about local celebrities who are rumoured to have had work done...

...A discussion about retroverted uteri* and the inherent difficulties of attaining conception turned into a discussion about the most uncomfortable and overhyped sexual positions tried and tested**...

...And more recently a discussion about how to influence the gender of the yet-to-be conceived foetus led me to realise that I come from a family of freaks.

I shall summarise. Thousands of years ago, someone(s) in the Middle Kingdom decided to devote a lot of time to figuring out if the gender of a child could be pre-determined by some artful pairing of the mother's age and date of conception.

It turns out that it can. (To a 90% accuracy which is not too shabby at all.)

It also turns out that I should have been a boy while both my brothers were meant to be girls. Meanwhile, the rest of my office (and possibly S___) were happily born into the prescribed gender. I even tried out the chart with a 1 year correction either side of my mom's age but the results didn't change much.

Oh well.

* This means that the uterus tilts backwards towards the spine (not normal) instead of forwards towards the navel (normal).

** Standing in the shower (the soap stings and you risk cracking your skull), in the bathtub (the soap stings and you feel like a water-balloon), and upside-down (just plain weird).

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