Archive for March, 2008

Religion Is…

Monday, March 31st, 2008

“Religion” is a flag
fuck the flag, says the wise old hag

Religion is a form of art
embrace art, or you’ll be as depressing as Sartre

人間の関係

Sunday, March 30th, 2008

(to anyone learning Japanese: please see possibly very helpful link below!)

昨日、Newport Beachと言ういいところに行く途中で、Costa Mesaにある日本のスーパーのミツワで泊まってから、買い物をした。漢字が上手になるように、がんばって日本の本を読むことにした。だから、そっちの本屋でいい本を探していた。「人間の関係」の本を見るとたんに、興味をそそった。作者の「五木寛之」を聞いたことがなかったけど、日本に有名な作者だそうだね。

哲学の興味があって、日本人の思い方が知りたいから、作者のことも本のことも知らないでのにとにかく買った。今日読み始めた。難しい!ほぼ本より、天使辞書のほうを読んでる!(笑)

Hey folks, I decided to start doing some heavy reading in Japanese. A book called ningen no kankei (Human Relations) by Hiroyuki Itsuki. He (yes, I thought Hiroyuki was a dame’s name at first; I was wrong) is apparently quite popular in Japan, mostly for his fiction, but lately he has been writing more philosophically-oriented things.

Anyway, as I read this, I write down new words I have to look up to help me learn the words, making the reading go (hopefully) faster as I go along and learn the vocabulary. I noticed that google documents lets you share documents with anyone through a link, so I thought “hey, if helping others is easy and convenient, why the hell not?” So, if you want to go down the same fool-hardy path as me, I believe this will be a GREAT help for you. I look up almost all the kanji-containing words I see.

http://spreadsheets.google.com/ccc?key=piKF_Z6L4JhH4s2uS0bY0eA&hl=en

Japanese Practice #2

Saturday, March 29th, 2008

Aさん ソフトバンクは何を始めたって?
Bさん 無料通出来る「友達をふやそうって」言うプロジェクトです
Aさん やるな。おい、聞いているのか?
こくじんくん すみません、聞いてませんでした。
ねえちゃん だめじゃない。そんな消極的じゃー。ねぇ、おとうさん。
わんぱぱ だめだぞ!

日本語の練習 (Japanese Practice)

Wednesday, March 26th, 2008

Anyway, here’s the best I can come up with for what they’re saying.. I don’t know why TV is so hard for me! update: I fixed this to the right translation (thanks かなちさん!)

お兄ちゃん:すみません。遅れました。
お父さん(犬):遅い!
お母さん: 遅れるなら、電話してね。
お姉ちゃん: 家族関数がご利用なんだから。
お兄ちゃん:ちょっと瞥見で電話してて
お父さん(犬): おまえには瞥見などない!

Arthur C. Clarke dies (I didn’t catch it when it happened! my rss feeder only shows last 3 on Slashdot at a time)

Tuesday, March 25th, 2008

Parting words from one of the great masters of hard Sci-Fi, a futurist and a believer in humanity.

Hello! This is Arthur Clarke, speaking to you from my home in Colombo, Sri Lanka.

As I approach my 90th birthday, my friends are asking how it feels like, to have completed 90 orbits around the Sun.

Well, I actually don’t feel a day older than 89!

Of course, some things remind me that I have indeed qualified as a senior citizen. As Bob Hope once said: “You know you’re getting old, when the candles cost more than the cake!”

I’m now perfectly happy to step aside and watch how things evolve. But there’s also a sad side to living so long: most of my contemporaries and old friends have already departed. However, they have left behind many fond memories, for me to recall.

I now spend a good part of my day dreaming of times past, present and future. As I try to survive on 15 hours’ sleep a day, I have plenty of time to enjoy vivid dreams. Being completely wheel-chaired doesn’t stop my mind from roaming the universe – on the contrary!

In my time I’ve been very fortunate to see many of my dreams come true! Growing up in the 1920s and 1930s, I never expected to see so much happen in the span of a few decades. We ’space cadets’ of the British Interplanetary Society spent all our spare time discussing space travel – but we didn’t imagine that it lay in our own near future…

I still can’t quite believe that we’ve just marked the 50th anniversary of the Space Age! We’ve accomplished a great deal in that time, but the ‘Golden Age of Space’ is only just beginning. After half a century of government-sponsored efforts, we are now witnessing the emergence of commercial space flight.

Over the next 50 years, thousands of people will travel to Earth orbit – and then, to the Moon and beyond. Space travel – and space tourism – will one day become almost as commonplace as flying to exotic destinations on our own planet.

Things are also changing rapidly in many other areas of science and technology. To give just one example, the world’s mobile phone coverage recently passed 50 per cent — or 3.3 billion subscriptions. This was achieved in just a little over a quarter century since the first cellular network was set up. The mobile phone has revolutionized human communications, and is turning humanity into an endlessly chattering global family!

What does this mean for us as a species?

Communication technologies are necessary, but not sufficient, for us humans to get along with each other. This is why we still have many disputes and conflicts in the world. Technology tools help us to gather and disseminate information, but we also need qualities like tolerance and compassion to achieve greater understanding between peoples and nations.

I have great faith in optimism as a guiding principle, if only because it offers us the opportunity of creating a self-fulfilling prophecy. So I hope we’ve learnt something from the most barbaric century in history – the 20th. I would like to see us overcome our tribal divisions and begin to think and act as if we were one family. That would be real globalisation…

As I complete 90 orbits, I have no regrets and no more personal ambitions. But if I may be allowed just three wishes, they would be these.

Firstly, I would like to see some evidence of extra-terrestrial life. I have always believed that we are not alone in the universe. But we are still waiting for ETs to call us – or give us some kind of a sign. We have no way of guessing when this might happen – I hope sooner rather than later!

Secondly, I would like to see us kick our current addiction to oil, and adopt clean energy sources. For over a decade, I’ve been monitoring various new energy experiments, but they have yet to produce commercial scale results. Climate change has now added a new sense of urgency. Our civilisation depends on energy, but we can’t allow oil and coal to slowly bake our planet…

The third wish is one closer to home. I’ve been living in Sri Lanka for 50 years – and half that time, I’ve been a sad witness to the bitter conflict that divides my adopted country.

I dearly wish to see lasting peace established in Sri Lanka as soon as possible. But I’m aware that peace cannot just be wished — it requires a great deal of hard work, courage and persistence.

* * * * *

I’m sometimes asked how I would like to be remembered. I’ve had a diverse career as a writer, underwater explorer, space promoter and science populariser. Of all these, I want to be remembered most as a writer – one who entertained readers, and, hopefully, stretched their imagination as well.

I find that another English writer — who, coincidentally, also spent most of his life in the East — has expressed it very well. So let me end with these words of Rudyard Kipling:
If I have given you delight
by aught that I have done.
Let me lie quiet in that night
which shall be yours anon;

And for the little, little span
the dead are borne in mind,
seek not to question other than,
the books I leave behind.

This is Arthur Clarke, saying Thank You and Goodbye from Colombo!

The Ethic of Stinge [sic]

Thursday, March 20th, 2008

Wise men sing, the praise of largess,
As do kind men say, but surely they jest!

I can only save one bloated African,
I durst not save the unattractive one!

In my day, I have only so much time,
Woe would be I, if I just analyzed a dime!

Christ boasts oft about his love for all
But love is a heart cut out of a sheet
Am I the heart, or am I the sheet?

Can I Jesus a thousand women,
when one exhausts my money, and 5, my semen?

For to belong, you see, is to be included,
While the universe of others is excluded

(for I desire not, but a sip of your wine,
Unless I can have a goblet that’s mine)

Nature, too, is a masterful miser,
from great bear to wily spider

No creature takes shape that fills all space,
nor all of time, beyond its own race

Look around, and see:
Much enters, but none leaves the sea
and
The three toes of the sloth,
The dull colour of the moth,
The useless eyes of the mole,
The numbered days of the tail on the tadpole,
The small size of a chigger?
Realize, my friend, that God is a niggard

My Cyclopean, Fire-Breathing, Cider-Swilling Llama Friend

Wednesday, March 19th, 2008
Once upon a time I took groats to my groat-loving llama friend
And often I mistook shadows for my child-saving llama friend
To one such shade I talked and I, by my local school teacher, stalked
“So you took our oats, oaf”, pointed to rotting pile, angrily, quoth
Only a fool could think! my humble offer does the llama eat!
For groats and oats are food fit only for horse and man and meals, crude
No, my llama friend be with or without my sweetened gift of feed

Oh, the days I do miss he’d make a bully crawl, or a girl kiss
It cost only a call to wish, to will, to watch the teacher fall
But one meal was not sweet not cabbage, nor beans, but a loathsome beet
I wished as I might call but none unsweet, not even beets, would fall
Only a fool could think! a llama greets me from the kitchen sink!
For far and forgot be for him as near as cider and glass be
Yes, my llama friend be though nary a place you can hope to see