In the last 30 years of pop music, there's Michael..........
Then the rest.
Rest In Peace, Michael.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Now for a little light prose..........
Then and Now
The atomic clock announces the start of my day in her usual neutral tone. Rolling out of bed, I curse her reliability. My touch-pad is blinking red - the ex reminding me that I have to pick up my son early, this weekend. Shower, shave, breakfast, then I rush to catch the bullet train. It takes me from Central Jersey to DC in fifteen minutes. Time enough to send three holo-mails.
The morning is filled with more of the same. Lunch is number C60 (chicken salad) from the automated food dispenser. After that, it’s Virtual-Court. Lawsuit against my client for erecting a statue of a twentieth century musician who wrote about blowing winds which could answer vexing questions on life. The statue, made of a mixture of Buckminsterfullerenes and graphite, allegedly casts an overly large shadow over the neighbor’s hydrangeas. Judge looks perplexed and asks “Who?” I shrug, equally mystified. Arguments take forever. Decision will be rendered tomorrow at 8:30. I disconnect. Time to pack up, catch the 5:30.
I make it with seconds to spare. Soon, I’ll be home eating dinner – unplugged for half an hour. Got to send a couple more holo-mails, stay on top of my case load, then program the vacuum-bot and reset my clock to wake me earlier tomorrow. I wonder what it was like in the twentieth century. Must have been tough.
The atomic clock announces the start of my day in her usual neutral tone. Rolling out of bed, I curse her reliability. My touch-pad is blinking red - the ex reminding me that I have to pick up my son early, this weekend. Shower, shave, breakfast, then I rush to catch the bullet train. It takes me from Central Jersey to DC in fifteen minutes. Time enough to send three holo-mails.
The morning is filled with more of the same. Lunch is number C60 (chicken salad) from the automated food dispenser. After that, it’s Virtual-Court. Lawsuit against my client for erecting a statue of a twentieth century musician who wrote about blowing winds which could answer vexing questions on life. The statue, made of a mixture of Buckminsterfullerenes and graphite, allegedly casts an overly large shadow over the neighbor’s hydrangeas. Judge looks perplexed and asks “Who?” I shrug, equally mystified. Arguments take forever. Decision will be rendered tomorrow at 8:30. I disconnect. Time to pack up, catch the 5:30.
I make it with seconds to spare. Soon, I’ll be home eating dinner – unplugged for half an hour. Got to send a couple more holo-mails, stay on top of my case load, then program the vacuum-bot and reset my clock to wake me earlier tomorrow. I wonder what it was like in the twentieth century. Must have been tough.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Cancer
Rooted in nascent immaturity,
Some seeds do not grow but
Coalesce into mutant chrysalis.
Seemingly dormant for decades
An inner core, plots and drives
Marginal cells to multiply.
Their numbers increase,
Insidiously sapping nutrients from the host.
Perhaps dreaming of higher glory,
Their single-minded proliferation
Severs the symbiosis.
Outside: flesh is emptied husk
Breaths in rhythm with mechanical hiss
Her face is wrinkled, wan,
Blending with white-washed walls
Eyes sunken, sightless,
Spittle dribbling down
the corners of her mouth.
With sympathetic mask, worn thin
From overuse, the opposable fingers grasp
The switch.
Wails of grief reverberate across the room.
Then soft sobs punctuate
Details of the memorial service.
Some seeds do not grow but
Coalesce into mutant chrysalis.
Seemingly dormant for decades
An inner core, plots and drives
Marginal cells to multiply.
Their numbers increase,
Insidiously sapping nutrients from the host.
Perhaps dreaming of higher glory,
Their single-minded proliferation
Severs the symbiosis.
Outside: flesh is emptied husk
Breaths in rhythm with mechanical hiss
Her face is wrinkled, wan,
Blending with white-washed walls
Eyes sunken, sightless,
Spittle dribbling down
the corners of her mouth.
With sympathetic mask, worn thin
From overuse, the opposable fingers grasp
The switch.
Wails of grief reverberate across the room.
Then soft sobs punctuate
Details of the memorial service.
Friday, November 21, 2008
American English
There are many words used in the United States which irritate me. Here are a few examples and why they annoy me so much.
1. Instinctual. This word is particularly irritating as it does not exist. I have heard this word used several times. English is a great language because it is continously evolving. New words get added to the lexicon all the time. This is particularly true of computer science. 25 years ago, we did have not the following words in the language: Web, internet, flashdrive, zipdrive, jumpdrive, .com, ipod, RAM, google, wikipedia, web browser, direct tv, cell phone, ATM, text message email, laptop, GPS. Viruses made you sick. Worms were creatures which burrowed into the earth. All of these words uniquely define an object. There are no other words that have the same meaning. I am continously chastised for being an old-fashioned curmudgeon who can't handle a growing language. This is not true. Instinctual is simply the wrong adjective for instinct. The correct adjective is instinctive. So there is already a correct word. Creating a similar word (incorrectly) with an identical meaning is redundant and actually anethema for growth.
2. Defense a play. Sports commentary is replete with cringeworthy howlers that massacre the English language. This however is particularly egregious because it has now been adopted by the general public. One hears it all the time, "The Ravens have just not been able to defense the running game...." Once again there is already a correct verb - defend. Using defense as a verb is simply wrong.
3. President Obama is a person that can bring change to the country. Since when is a person a "that". For a person, there is a specific interrogative pronoun -who.
4. Split infinitives. Sometimes the split infiitive is acceptable. For instance: These experiments were peformed to further investigate the relationship between..........
Although, there is a split infinitive because "to" was followed by an adverb, the meaning is very clear and cannot be stated in any other way without sounding clumsy. On the other hand, I found the following phrase in Newsweek: "During the Civil War, Lincoln was able to brilliantly manage his team of rivals". This is just clumsy and wrong. The correct way would be - "During the Civil War, Lincoln managed his team of rivals brilliantly." A mistake like this is inexcusable considering that Newsweek must have numerous editors who (not that!) should have caught this error.
5. "I could care less." No you couldn't. If you dont' care for something, then you couldn't care any less. If you CAN care less, that means you do care.
I am sure I will think of some more annoying misuse of the language. When I do, I will blog. Now, that word never existed even 10 years ago.
1. Instinctual. This word is particularly irritating as it does not exist. I have heard this word used several times. English is a great language because it is continously evolving. New words get added to the lexicon all the time. This is particularly true of computer science. 25 years ago, we did have not the following words in the language: Web, internet, flashdrive, zipdrive, jumpdrive, .com, ipod, RAM, google, wikipedia, web browser, direct tv, cell phone, ATM, text message email, laptop, GPS. Viruses made you sick. Worms were creatures which burrowed into the earth. All of these words uniquely define an object. There are no other words that have the same meaning. I am continously chastised for being an old-fashioned curmudgeon who can't handle a growing language. This is not true. Instinctual is simply the wrong adjective for instinct. The correct adjective is instinctive. So there is already a correct word. Creating a similar word (incorrectly) with an identical meaning is redundant and actually anethema for growth.
2. Defense a play. Sports commentary is replete with cringeworthy howlers that massacre the English language. This however is particularly egregious because it has now been adopted by the general public. One hears it all the time, "The Ravens have just not been able to defense the running game...." Once again there is already a correct verb - defend. Using defense as a verb is simply wrong.
3. President Obama is a person that can bring change to the country. Since when is a person a "that". For a person, there is a specific interrogative pronoun -who.
4. Split infinitives. Sometimes the split infiitive is acceptable. For instance: These experiments were peformed to further investigate the relationship between..........
Although, there is a split infinitive because "to" was followed by an adverb, the meaning is very clear and cannot be stated in any other way without sounding clumsy. On the other hand, I found the following phrase in Newsweek: "During the Civil War, Lincoln was able to brilliantly manage his team of rivals". This is just clumsy and wrong. The correct way would be - "During the Civil War, Lincoln managed his team of rivals brilliantly." A mistake like this is inexcusable considering that Newsweek must have numerous editors who (not that!) should have caught this error.
5. "I could care less." No you couldn't. If you dont' care for something, then you couldn't care any less. If you CAN care less, that means you do care.
I am sure I will think of some more annoying misuse of the language. When I do, I will blog. Now, that word never existed even 10 years ago.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Now for something completely different - Soccer
Now that the US elections have ended, I wish to blog about something non-political. I love football - the real football, known as soccer in the States and Australia. The beautiful game as it is called, is the most popular sport in the world. Its popularity in the States however, is limited and ranks behind American football, baseball, basketball, ice hockey, golf, tennis, ice skating, softball, volleyball, poker, nascar racing, bowling, cheerleading and ballroom dancing. Many reasons have been put forth as to its lack of popularity in the States. One of the major reasons was that success-minded Americans cannot tolerate losing to anyone in anything. This is partly true as evidenced by the fact that while the rest of the world was watching live table tennis or badminton in the Olympics, Americans were watching women's softball or 3rd reruns of Michael Phelps winning his umpteenth gold medal.
Another reason for American indifference to soccer is that they can't appreciate how one can be so fanatical about a game where two teams try to put a ball into a net for 90 minutes. Most importantly, the teams are unsuccessful in this endeavor 99% of the time. Contrast that to basketball or baseball where a significant outcome of some sort occurs every few seconds. In American football, an outcome of some sort occurs on every down. If the offense doesn't move forward, then it has lost a down, if it does then the offensive position has altered. For soccer fans, the constant stopping of the game is extremely annoying.
Soccer is not just a sport. In Europe, South America, Asia, Africa and the Middle East, soccer is part of life. During the season, the fans support their favorite teams with a fervor that is unparaleled in any other sport. Sometimes a little too much fervor as evidenced by the many reports of fans who have had heart attacks while watching important matches. On the other hand, soccer can be an outlet for life's miseries. Take for instance when Iraq played the United States in the soccer World Cup, of 2002 just a few short months after American troops had invaded. In that surreal game when sport and life collided, two well taken goals by an inspired Iraqi team shocked the Americans.
American audiences simply don't understand the game. The intricate nuances of passing, movement off the ball, dribbling and most importantly the dramatic moments of pure joy when a goal is scored. Soccer is more like life than any other game. It is filled with mundane moments and the players have to work hard, often without reward. But in some games there are moments of sublime beauty. Just like many important occurrences in life one can always remember where you were when you witnessed it. For me it was around 11 pm on a Sunday evening of 1988, Holland were playing Russia in the final of the European championships. Holland were leading 1-0 but the game was still in doubt. A Dutch midfielder floated the ball wide right 10 yards into the penalty area. The commentator with an air of disappointment said,"Oh! Its too wide." Just as the words left his lips, the ball was in its downward trajectory, sailing hopelessly wide towards the goal line, when all of a sudden the great Dutch striker Marco Van Basten leaped forward and struck the ball on the volley. The Russian goalkeeper didn't move as the ball flew into the opposite side of his goal. That moment is simply called "The Goal". Speak to any European of any descent about European international soccer and they will know precisely what you mean and where they were when they witnessed The Goal. It was magic.
There simply isn't another sport which is itself such a universal language. It is a pity that most Americans simply don't understand it.
Another reason for American indifference to soccer is that they can't appreciate how one can be so fanatical about a game where two teams try to put a ball into a net for 90 minutes. Most importantly, the teams are unsuccessful in this endeavor 99% of the time. Contrast that to basketball or baseball where a significant outcome of some sort occurs every few seconds. In American football, an outcome of some sort occurs on every down. If the offense doesn't move forward, then it has lost a down, if it does then the offensive position has altered. For soccer fans, the constant stopping of the game is extremely annoying.
Soccer is not just a sport. In Europe, South America, Asia, Africa and the Middle East, soccer is part of life. During the season, the fans support their favorite teams with a fervor that is unparaleled in any other sport. Sometimes a little too much fervor as evidenced by the many reports of fans who have had heart attacks while watching important matches. On the other hand, soccer can be an outlet for life's miseries. Take for instance when Iraq played the United States in the soccer World Cup, of 2002 just a few short months after American troops had invaded. In that surreal game when sport and life collided, two well taken goals by an inspired Iraqi team shocked the Americans.
American audiences simply don't understand the game. The intricate nuances of passing, movement off the ball, dribbling and most importantly the dramatic moments of pure joy when a goal is scored. Soccer is more like life than any other game. It is filled with mundane moments and the players have to work hard, often without reward. But in some games there are moments of sublime beauty. Just like many important occurrences in life one can always remember where you were when you witnessed it. For me it was around 11 pm on a Sunday evening of 1988, Holland were playing Russia in the final of the European championships. Holland were leading 1-0 but the game was still in doubt. A Dutch midfielder floated the ball wide right 10 yards into the penalty area. The commentator with an air of disappointment said,"Oh! Its too wide." Just as the words left his lips, the ball was in its downward trajectory, sailing hopelessly wide towards the goal line, when all of a sudden the great Dutch striker Marco Van Basten leaped forward and struck the ball on the volley. The Russian goalkeeper didn't move as the ball flew into the opposite side of his goal. That moment is simply called "The Goal". Speak to any European of any descent about European international soccer and they will know precisely what you mean and where they were when they witnessed The Goal. It was magic.
There simply isn't another sport which is itself such a universal language. It is a pity that most Americans simply don't understand it.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Election prediction
The following is my election 2008 prediction:
Barack Obama: 311 electoral votes
John McCain: 227 electoral votes
Senate
Democrats: 58 seats
Republicans: 42 seats
House
Democrats: 249 seats
Republicans: 186 seats
Barack Obama: 311 electoral votes
John McCain: 227 electoral votes
Senate
Democrats: 58 seats
Republicans: 42 seats
House
Democrats: 249 seats
Republicans: 186 seats
Friday, October 31, 2008
Electing the President
I met a couple of people today discussing the election.
"You ready to vote?"
"Yes, I'm really motivated now. I just can't see how McCain and that woman can run the country."
Overheard a teenage girl with her girlfriends (all in Philly t-shirts) speaking to her father, "I can't believe Obama is going to win. Taxes are going to go up". "Got to have faith. Maybe it can be turned around." Her father replies.
With the enormous amount of material that has been fed into daily media (TV, radio, internet and newspapers), these anecdotes where ordinary people have tried to distill this election into a single issue that means something to them, is a sign that there are too many complex matters to keep in mind. While simplifying the election into a focused issue that is important to you is a legitimate method of deciding for whom you will vote, this method may be problematic. For instance, the person who simply couldn't stomach a McCain/Palin administration has no real evidence that McCain/Palin couldn't run the United States. I believe she meant that McCain is such a maverick (and hot head) that he couldn't run the White House. while his running mate isn't even worth mentioning by name. This opinion is not quite correct, as there is no evidence that McCain won't be ABLE to lead the country, while "that woman" is vice-president and won't really be leading the country at all. The girl who was afraid of an Obama Presidency because taxes will go up is equally wrong. Taxes will rise only for households which earn more than $250,000.
This method of making one's choice worries me as it would appear that many voters are making decisions based on incorrect assumptions.
"You ready to vote?"
"Yes, I'm really motivated now. I just can't see how McCain and that woman can run the country."
Overheard a teenage girl with her girlfriends (all in Philly t-shirts) speaking to her father, "I can't believe Obama is going to win. Taxes are going to go up". "Got to have faith. Maybe it can be turned around." Her father replies.
With the enormous amount of material that has been fed into daily media (TV, radio, internet and newspapers), these anecdotes where ordinary people have tried to distill this election into a single issue that means something to them, is a sign that there are too many complex matters to keep in mind. While simplifying the election into a focused issue that is important to you is a legitimate method of deciding for whom you will vote, this method may be problematic. For instance, the person who simply couldn't stomach a McCain/Palin administration has no real evidence that McCain/Palin couldn't run the United States. I believe she meant that McCain is such a maverick (and hot head) that he couldn't run the White House. while his running mate isn't even worth mentioning by name. This opinion is not quite correct, as there is no evidence that McCain won't be ABLE to lead the country, while "that woman" is vice-president and won't really be leading the country at all. The girl who was afraid of an Obama Presidency because taxes will go up is equally wrong. Taxes will rise only for households which earn more than $250,000.
This method of making one's choice worries me as it would appear that many voters are making decisions based on incorrect assumptions.
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