The rain seems to portend the passing of a year, a torrent of emotion no
longer being held back. Yet it is also as a waterfall in some run-of-the-mill
adventure story, a diaphanous veil concealing treasure beyond, the Ding an sich, the hidden reality of
which I wish to speak but am unable to. That failure to describe reality is
itself the reality which I must describe.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Rain
It is pouring as I write, almost as if someone is desperately trying to
hit the rainfall quota before the end of the year. It has been pouring the
whole of December since I’ve been back. So there is winter in Singapore after
all. I never known the difference between seasons to be so drastic. Had I
merely never noticed, or is global warming moving up a notch?
Friday, November 30, 2012
Forever Alone Supervillain?
I recently read an article by Kevin Kelly discussing the
impossibility of a Hollywood-style lone supervillain killing large
numbers of people on his own, arguing that the power of an individual
to kill has not increased over time. Even large-scale acts of
terrorism depend on teams, not to mention entire networks of support
personnel.
Yet this, or any analysis that seeks to predict the future based on
current knowledge, cannot help but overlook the possibility of Black
Swans. The largest event to date is no guide to even larger events
that could occur but have yet to. So is there a fundamental obstacle
to mass killing by an individual, or are we less safe than we (or at
least Kelly) think we are?
The article offers two main reasons why this should be so, which are
that killing large numbers of people is a complex task, and that
social resistance hinders recruitment of resources. Which got my
inner evil genius wondering if there were ways to bypass these
difficulties.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
De Reader Dunno De Différance
Due to an untimely laptop crash recently, my reading program has been expedited. I have surely exceeded 100 books already this year. Which of course pales in comparison to Winston Churchill's alleged book-a-day even while Prime-Ministering. Nonetheless, here's a few things I noticed while reading during the past few months.
1. You know you're reading some serious shit when the author uses the word 'problematic' as a noun rather than an adjective.
2. Buckminster Fuller likes to omnioveruse compound neologisms and Heideggerian hyphens in his throughout-the-book prose.
3. You're not reading a book qua book or a newspaper qua newspaper if you're not flipping any pages.
4. It's interesting how every author aligns philosophers differently. One author may villify Plato, Descartes, Heidegger and Nietzsche and lionise Socrates, Hume and Popper, another may decry Socrates, Bentham and Mill and praise Hume and Kant, and yet another may criticise Kant, Descartes and Bentham and adopt Socrates, Hume, Mill and Nietzsche. And yet others just disagree with all of them. Makes one wonder if everyone was reading the same writings.
5. One man's epiphany is often another man's truism. But isn't a truism always-already just a truism however it is expressed? At least truisms are true, by definition.
6. Books with the words 'tractatus', 'principia', 'being' or 'critique' in their title are guaranteed to be difficult. Let's hope no one writes Tractatus Principia: A Critique of Being.
1. You know you're reading some serious shit when the author uses the word 'problematic' as a noun rather than an adjective.
2. Buckminster Fuller likes to omnioveruse compound neologisms and Heideggerian hyphens in his throughout-the-book prose.
3. You're not reading a book qua book or a newspaper qua newspaper if you're not flipping any pages.
4. It's interesting how every author aligns philosophers differently. One author may villify Plato, Descartes, Heidegger and Nietzsche and lionise Socrates, Hume and Popper, another may decry Socrates, Bentham and Mill and praise Hume and Kant, and yet another may criticise Kant, Descartes and Bentham and adopt Socrates, Hume, Mill and Nietzsche. And yet others just disagree with all of them. Makes one wonder if everyone was reading the same writings.
5. One man's epiphany is often another man's truism. But isn't a truism always-already just a truism however it is expressed? At least truisms are true, by definition.
6. Books with the words 'tractatus', 'principia', 'being' or 'critique' in their title are guaranteed to be difficult. Let's hope no one writes Tractatus Principia: A Critique of Being.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Incomplete
Valéry famously said,
a poem is never finished, only abandoned. It is impossible to perfect
a work, of course. Even if a line or stanza has been perfected by
making all the best word choices, there is always the possibility of
adding more lines to it, or the poem. And adding more alters the
context, such that what was the best artistic choice may no longer be
so. It is just like Gödel's incompleteness theorems, where extending
a formal system to prove a previously unprovable theorem adds new
unprovable theorems to the system. The trick then, is to find the
right point at which to abandon a work.
Friday, August 31, 2012
An August Month Indeed
This August has been unusually eventful, and fruitful. The month
started off with my presentation on the possibility of achieving
immortality. I also attended several screenings at the Melbourne
International Film Festival. The English Premier League kicked off
once more. And in that time I finished reading perhaps five books, of
which three were of the highest intellectual achievement, on
neuroscience, consciousness, and ethics respectively (although of
course each book necessarily encroached on the other two areas,
sometimes vastly so).
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
A Thousand and One Unanimous Nights
"Nadie lo vio desembarcar en la unánime noche."
"No one saw him slip from the boat in the unanimous night."
- The Circular Ruins, Jorge Luis Borges
Readers of Borges are unanimous in their curiosity about that choice
of adjective. Its author later disowned the word, calling it an
example of his early, irresponsible writing and allowing it to be
translated as 'encompassing' in some English editions. Yet there is
something undeniably enchanting about that word. He had intended it
to take its meaning from the Latin roots, so he was referring to a
one-souled night. But even if he had recanted his mistake, Borges is
much like a father who has no idea how his son will turn out (an
apposite analogy given the plot of that story), having stumbled onto
a very real phenomenon with 'the unanimous night' - one which is
endangered by captivity within our modern metropolis.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
On the Nature of Cool
Being cool is a talent that begins where talent ends. Yet we find
ourselves surrounded these days by those who seek to perfect the art
of cool with no other talent. Such a pursuit can only be pretense, so
those that do succeed must have a talent for mimicry. These we
celebrate as actors, and we do not begrudge them their coolness - it
is merely an occupational hazard.
Labels:
aesthetics,
cool,
neuroscience,
philosophy,
psychology,
sociology,
thoughts
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Sailors, Playboys, and Intellectuals
In
the Etro
main collection for menswear Spring Summer 2012, "sailors,
playboys and intellectuals all meet up amidst the colours and
fragrances of Provence". Sounds like quite a gathering indeed.
Tony Stark the "genius billionaire playboy philanthropist"
would surely approve.
The assembly
of sailors, playboys and intellectuals is itself decked out in a
brilliant (in both senses of the word) combination of clothing.
Nothing less than what we'd expect from Kean Etro, a maestro of
colour and pattern (John Galliano and Paul Smith lay good claims to
that title as well), whose runways showcase the wildest mix of hues,
checks and paisleys that somehow avoids becoming kitschy. Bringing
these groups together may simply be an exercise of artistic license,
an excuse to bring together even more patterns and styles of clothing
for creative purposes. Yet there may be something more lying beneath
the aesthetics. Marcel Proust encouraged us to reach a suitable level
of receptivity, with which we can learn as much from a soap
advertisement as from a pensée
by Pascal. Let us now attempt to do so from a fashion collection.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Crouching T-Rex, Hidden Raptor
I'd always thought that if I had an intelligent, erudite roommate, we'd either get nothing done, or everything. But the frequency of my bedtime thoughts suggests that we would just keep each other awake with our epiphanies until we both died from lack of sleep.
I've had trouble sleeping pretty much all my life. But what was it that used to occupy my thoughts? There seems to be a K-T boundary, maybe even a Mohorovičić discontinuity, between my present and past selves, somewhere around 3 years ago (ironically these geological terms come from before that boundary, sometime in primary school when I used to love dinosaurs (and yes, that is K for Kretaceous)). I no longer know him. But is he buried and fossilised inside my mind, or was I within his, waiting to be exposed by the erosive processes of time?
Labels:
cognitive science,
culture,
dinosaurs,
humour,
literature,
neuroscience,
philosophy,
psychology,
thoughts
Saturday, March 31, 2012
The World as Pizza and Representation
I had pizza for dinner tonight. Apparently pizza is couple food - I felt almost gluttonous as I ate a whole pizza alone, while everyone else was sharing one pizza between two. Except for these two men of average build sharing three pizzas between them. Perhaps the link between pizzas and love is alluded to in the names they are given by fast food chains - names such as Meat Lover's, Hawaiian Lover's and so on. This nicely sets up a trinity between the two lovers and the pizza they love in addition to each other.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
How to Philosophise with a Tottenhammer, Part One
Some time back, I failed to win a debate despite having superior intellect and knowledge of the subject matter. It happened one night as I was watching an Arsenal match alone in the lounge. An Indian guy in a Spurs jersey joined me after a bit, asking me how the game had been so far. I said I'd just got here myself, but that the passing didn't seem too fluid. This led to a long discussion of football in general. Somewhere along the way, I made a passing comment about how Arsenal had been undercompensated for the sale of Fàbregas, arguably the world's third best midfielder. Which sparked the debate, whether he was indeed the third best in the world.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
LoL 2011
Due to a technical mishap regarding My Documents late in 2011, some categories will be skipped owing to my inability (or laziness) to reconstruct them. Nonetheless, the categories that remain succinctly sum up my year. Entries will be in ascending order of rating.
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