I hear this more often than I’d like: “I have the right to…”
Yes, you probably have the right to whatever it is you claim to have the right to do, but it does not mean you get to do it without any consequences.
Having a right to something does not mean it is the good thing to do. Do you have the right to listen to your music with your phone speakers turned up on public transport? Yes. Is it the good thing to do? Most commuters will be quick to say no. Are they entitled to express their disagreement? Sure, but few of us exercise that right, because the consequences may include verbal, or worse, physical violence.
More people need to understand the difference.
Or perhaps we just need to be kinder to one another.
“Do unto others 20% better than you would expect them to do unto you, to correct for subjective error.”
- Dr. Linus Pauling
He watches as someone else’s daughter, barely old enough for primary school, jump happily while telling her mother “Mummy, mummy! Daddy’s back!” Mummy smiled, both at her daughter and at the prospect of Daddy perhaps staying put for a bit.
He had no such reception. Too tired for dinner but to early for bed, Lin missed his family – the one he left behind three years ago to search for a better life. Pity.
Daniel Craig: ‘best bond’ according to seven time James Bond Sir Roger Moore
Well here’s an idea that popped into my head while watching the opening credits of Skyfall.
I will revisit Ian Fleming‘s older James Bond novels with Daniel Craig’s brand of Bond. Edgier than Brosnan and a lot less English than Connery, Craig has added a certain something to the good’ol kiss-kiss-bang-bang formula that has become slightly aged and predictable.
We’ll see how that works out. On the outset, I can see the novels changing flavour just because the protagonist is played with so much more vulnerability and careless suave. Less Austen, more Hemingway.
Working on a project? Procrastinating and fiddling with font and typefaces? Don’t know what font to settle on?
Here’s a flowchart I came across on the web that will help you narrow down your choices. All credit goes to Inspiration Lab. It has recommendations for all kinds of flavours of text. Screen display, books, or logo design, this flowchart has got something for you.
The website itself has many interesting posts as well, especially if you are into design/communications.
While I would disagree with some of the recommendations, most of them are pretty safe for the specified purposes. Nothing truly novel, but all reliable, workhorse type fonts.
So I guess that’s all the synchronised swimming, fencing and pole-vaulting I’ll be watching for the next four years or so. The Olympics are about the only time these sports, among others, get the kind of coverage they get in the past weeks. We learnt a few things we forgot from four years ago. New rules in some sports, the same old judging biases in others. Many of the “traditionally strong” teams have performed traditionally. Few big upsets this year.
Sure there are hard feelings in many events, to believe otherwise would be naive. And yet, can we blame the athletes? For many of them it is one of maybe two or three times they get to compete with the best across the globe. Of course there will be tantrums when a call is thought to be unfair.
That being said, the atheletism and sportsmanship displayed at the games never fail to enthrall. The sheer power on display at weightlifting events, the split-second finesse in fencing and the grace displayed from the diving board, those displays remind me of the kinds of limits people with steeled will can break.
Well, that’s that for now. Onwards to World Cup 2014 and the next Summer Olympics in 2016! The closing ceremony was one great sing-along too, if you haven’t seen it.
It has had it’s fair share of media coverage, but I think this deserves attention. While the initial pictures that were sent back to Earth by NASA’s Curiosity Mars rover were grainy and typical of previous rovers’ pictures, Curiosity has now beamed back some high resolution snapshots of the red planet’s landscape. It is barren, and yet strangely familiar. Definitely worth a look!
On Wednesday, 1 Aug 2012, Feng Tian Wei became the first Olympic medalist for Singapore in over 50 years. I am a Singaporean, and for this, I am proud. Some will go on about her roots being from China, making her not actually Singaporean. Well, I say, so what? If they can do better than what our current stock of players, then we must put them up as our best foot forward. A win, in many cases, spurs support and that in turn spurs more wins. If this is what it takes for us to get started, then I say why not?
With hope, these ‘imports’, as they are often referred to, will help build up a team that is natively Singaporean. That will not happen soon though. Look around the London 2012. Athletes from geographical locations other than the one they are representing are strewn all over. Some countries have niches in which they traditionally perform very well in. They get governmental support to train atheletes in that area. Many athletes are recruited, and the best are cherry-picked to represent their home country. What then happens to those who aren’t? They aren’t the best there, but surely they could beat the best in many other countries. It makes sense for them to look overseas if they are to continue their quest for a place in the Olympics. And so they willingly become ‘exports’.
I feel this does two things. One, it evens out the sporting landscape a little. Two, it drives improvement in the sport. With talent spread the world over, the best must get better as more athletes get training from some of the best on the globe. Sports benefit greatly in that way, and audiences will inevitably get a better show. The proverbial win-win.
We sometimes like to say ‘haters gonna hate’. I guess that is true. Perhaps some foriegners in Singapore deserve a stern chiding, but the flying in of athletes is something I can live with; and I don’t say this just because we’ve won something. Or do I?
On a warm island evening,
An old friend comes by in a daydream.
‘When you’re all pipe, slippers and rocking chair,
Can you pretend that you’ve lived?’
And then he took off.
You’ve gone long before it was okay.
Your humble, eccentric ways we have learned to love.
Your quiet strength I will always remember bolstering our quests.
Now, your reminder.
Rest well, friend.