I think I'm finally back on the bandwagon on my weight loss journey that I started roughly when I started at my last work place, going back to just having one meal a day. I suppose I am starting to be a little bored with snacking, and am otherwise occupied with enough activities that take my mind off that of food.
Is this a sign of improvement of my mental state? Can it last? Only time will tell. Also, 2019 was a life-time ago, given all that had transpired in between.
In other thoughts, I am not really a fan of ordering food to be delivered to the apartment when I am in Singapore, mostly for the reason that I literally live next to the neighbourhood centre where there are at least five different coffee shops [that sell food and are not those frou-frou cafés], making it supremely easy to grab almost whatever I want. When I was studying in the US, there were many reasons to rely on food delivery services, the most important of which was to avoid having to dress up to head out, especially in the winter months. That, coupled with the fact that the nearest food place was usually more than one mile away meant that if I was at home, one main meal would likely to be from a food delivery service.
I cooked at home back in the day, but it took time and effort, things that I was sorely lacking while grinding through what would turn out to be a rather bad post-graduate situation. So often times it was easier to just have something delivered instead. Groceries shopping without a car was tricky but not impossible---just piecewise purchases each time I left the apartment to head out to classes/the office.
However, back in Singapore, one of the few times that I did not mind using some kind of food delivery service was when I was trying to buy meals for more than myself, i.e. for my family. In this case, the convenience of not having to queue at different places and bring the said food back definitely overruled everything else.
That said, I would rather order from places where they fielded their own food delivery service, instead of relying on one of those pesky ``platforms''. Call it laziness from not wanting to create yet another account on something that I use rarely, or call it trying to vote with my wallet against exploitive practices---it doesn't matter.
So, none of that ``Grab Food'', ``Food Panda'', ``Deliveroo'', or ``Uber Eats'' (is that still alive?) for me.
And no, there really isn't much of a point that I am trying to make here. At best, it is just small talk to mark the passing of yet another day.
Till the next update, I suppose.
Tuesday, February 09, 2021
Monday, February 08, 2021
It's the Head Shave Man...
Welcome to Monday.
It was restful for the most part. I went ahead to get my head shaved at VR Hair Stylish. I like the place because it's cosy, and does an amazing job with the head shave/facial hair shave combination. The first time that I sported the shaved head look was about a year ago, when I was frustrated with the amount of distractions that I was getting while keeping some hair when the going was getting tough. The head shave was a literal symbol of ``go-time'' that meant nothing less than pure righteous anger and forward movement in spite of all obstacles.
It was an evolution of the shorter hair style that I had gotten into past 2015 or so when I started to realise that I was getting all kinds of weird hairline issues. There is the ``M''-shape aspect of it which had got to the point where trying to even keep a side parting would mean a horrible comb-over look, or to have a split up central tuft. It got worse over the recent years when the hairline closest to my temples were actively thinning.
Rather than wait to look ridiculous, I just chose to get started on the completely shaved head look. My skull is apparently round enough for the look to actually be somewhat decent, which is a plus to me of course. During the circuit breaker period last year was when I pulled up my old hair clippers to give myself a close cropping of no more than one-eighth inch---that was a length that I would be comfortable with, but between paying the neighbourhood barber for a quality head shave and the effort to take out the hair clipper to do-it-myself and then perform upkeep on the same clippers, I would rather the former.
I have also stopped growing my moustache. It wasn't that I hated it, but that with the current control regime, the old reason of it providing enough protection against an inflammed skin between the nostrils and the upper lip was no longer valid since my nose was no longer consistently in that bunged up state that necessitated lots of rubbing.
I suppose part of the reason was that I wanted to change my visual identity after the break-up, sort of like how women chop their hair down after they are done. But this is really secondary in nature.
Another different reason for the removal of the moustache [via shaving] is the dryness of some parts of the skin, sort of like dandruff, if it makes any sense. No, it is not diagnosed or anything, but an observation. The couple of months so far with the removed moustache has seemed to abate this particular problem.
I did say that things were restful for the most part, but there were one or two things that came up that made me freak out a little. But after praying for a bit, I feel better. I suppose part of being a believer is the knowing that I can literally cast my worries onto God, mostly because worries are just thoughts that cycle about with no productive outcome. Casting them unto God lets Him know about what is going on in my mind, and praying about them unto God informs Him of what I may actually be looking for deep within myself through the intervention of the Holy Spirit. And thus, in the end, the worries become less so because I am reminded of the love of God, and that it is His will that things will turn out the way they will be---I merely make my own choices out of my own free will.
One last thing before I end this entry is perhaps a little enlightenment of why I seem to be writing more often than before. I think the main reason is to provide a mechanism to mark time. When I am at work, marking time is easy due to the different tasks/phases of the projects, as well as the different [daily] interactions with various colleagues. But when I am camping out at home, every day can become very same-y without any observation; this makes the tracking of time beyond day/night problematic. Writing blog entries is a great way to ensure a certain mindfulness as I go through the day. That said, it is not a must that I will be writing entries every day. I do try to ensure that each day is not a ``zero'' day where nothing happens, but whether it is noteworthy (and safe) enough to be placed on this blog, or if it is private enough to go into the dead-tree journal is just a case of spur-of-the-moment judgement.
I am not going to lie, I do miss the days of being in a relationship where I could literally share my day with someone else, and have her share her day with me too. There is a certain level of intimacy and trust that is much closer than that of say the care group from church, or even my own parents. I miss that a lot, as well as the physicality of actually holding someone.
I can share my day with God, but it is... different. He doesn't share His day with me---the very concept of it is impossible to imagine, and by definition, unfathomable by mortal minds. It is more of a reverent-type of relationship between me and God that is not the same as between me and a significant other.
Does this mean that I am ready to start on another relationship [with a human female]? No, I don't know, but I don't think so. There are some other things to unpack and reshape, and it really isn't the right time now.
Till the next update, I suppose.
It was restful for the most part. I went ahead to get my head shaved at VR Hair Stylish. I like the place because it's cosy, and does an amazing job with the head shave/facial hair shave combination. The first time that I sported the shaved head look was about a year ago, when I was frustrated with the amount of distractions that I was getting while keeping some hair when the going was getting tough. The head shave was a literal symbol of ``go-time'' that meant nothing less than pure righteous anger and forward movement in spite of all obstacles.
It was an evolution of the shorter hair style that I had gotten into past 2015 or so when I started to realise that I was getting all kinds of weird hairline issues. There is the ``M''-shape aspect of it which had got to the point where trying to even keep a side parting would mean a horrible comb-over look, or to have a split up central tuft. It got worse over the recent years when the hairline closest to my temples were actively thinning.
Rather than wait to look ridiculous, I just chose to get started on the completely shaved head look. My skull is apparently round enough for the look to actually be somewhat decent, which is a plus to me of course. During the circuit breaker period last year was when I pulled up my old hair clippers to give myself a close cropping of no more than one-eighth inch---that was a length that I would be comfortable with, but between paying the neighbourhood barber for a quality head shave and the effort to take out the hair clipper to do-it-myself and then perform upkeep on the same clippers, I would rather the former.
I have also stopped growing my moustache. It wasn't that I hated it, but that with the current control regime, the old reason of it providing enough protection against an inflammed skin between the nostrils and the upper lip was no longer valid since my nose was no longer consistently in that bunged up state that necessitated lots of rubbing.
I suppose part of the reason was that I wanted to change my visual identity after the break-up, sort of like how women chop their hair down after they are done. But this is really secondary in nature.
Another different reason for the removal of the moustache [via shaving] is the dryness of some parts of the skin, sort of like dandruff, if it makes any sense. No, it is not diagnosed or anything, but an observation. The couple of months so far with the removed moustache has seemed to abate this particular problem.
I did say that things were restful for the most part, but there were one or two things that came up that made me freak out a little. But after praying for a bit, I feel better. I suppose part of being a believer is the knowing that I can literally cast my worries onto God, mostly because worries are just thoughts that cycle about with no productive outcome. Casting them unto God lets Him know about what is going on in my mind, and praying about them unto God informs Him of what I may actually be looking for deep within myself through the intervention of the Holy Spirit. And thus, in the end, the worries become less so because I am reminded of the love of God, and that it is His will that things will turn out the way they will be---I merely make my own choices out of my own free will.
One last thing before I end this entry is perhaps a little enlightenment of why I seem to be writing more often than before. I think the main reason is to provide a mechanism to mark time. When I am at work, marking time is easy due to the different tasks/phases of the projects, as well as the different [daily] interactions with various colleagues. But when I am camping out at home, every day can become very same-y without any observation; this makes the tracking of time beyond day/night problematic. Writing blog entries is a great way to ensure a certain mindfulness as I go through the day. That said, it is not a must that I will be writing entries every day. I do try to ensure that each day is not a ``zero'' day where nothing happens, but whether it is noteworthy (and safe) enough to be placed on this blog, or if it is private enough to go into the dead-tree journal is just a case of spur-of-the-moment judgement.
I am not going to lie, I do miss the days of being in a relationship where I could literally share my day with someone else, and have her share her day with me too. There is a certain level of intimacy and trust that is much closer than that of say the care group from church, or even my own parents. I miss that a lot, as well as the physicality of actually holding someone.
I can share my day with God, but it is... different. He doesn't share His day with me---the very concept of it is impossible to imagine, and by definition, unfathomable by mortal minds. It is more of a reverent-type of relationship between me and God that is not the same as between me and a significant other.
Does this mean that I am ready to start on another relationship [with a human female]? No, I don't know, but I don't think so. There are some other things to unpack and reshape, and it really isn't the right time now.
Till the next update, I suppose.
Sunday, February 07, 2021
Adi Parva Done
After a marathon session today, I have finally completed Adi Parva of The Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa. This means I can finally start on the next ``big'' book of some importance: Deep Learning by Goodfellow et al.
I am not sure if I have mentioned this before, but literary style of The Mahabharata is very similar to that of The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night---there exists a large framing story that contains the main narrative, followed by sub-narratives that come in as and when obvious unresolved hooks appear. It reads pretty fast for a large work, but it still is a large work.
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Today we had our reunion lunch at my sister's place together with my brother-in-law and nephew. This is not normal, because we usually have my mum cooking and having my sister's family over instead. Thanks to the nonsense that is COVID-19, and my mother's recent medical issues, it was just not worth it to have it done the way we normally did. Instead, we ordered catering from Chilli Api Catering Pte Ltd. Ordering was relatively pain-free, and the delivery was prompt. The food that was delivered was still warm, was delicious, and was of the advertised quantity. Overall, it was a good experience---I think that we can seriously consider them for other such events in the future. Let's see if they can hang around long enough for that to happen again.
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I was supposed to write an entry for yesterday, but I was just so tired at the end of the day. So I suppose I will write about it now then.
I spent much of the early afternoon on Saturday playing my various dizi, working from the 倍大 C and slowly making my way down to the 小 C, playing most pieces from memory. At the 曲笛 range of 大 C, I just played quite a few Chinese New Year pieces, changing keys without using the ``correct'' dizi. The C 曲笛 can comfortably play the keys of C-major (筒音作5), F-major (筒音作2), G-major (筒音作1), D-major (筒音作4), B♭-major (筒音作6), and E♭-major (筒音作3). But these are really nothing new---at this point, all these different fingering patterns are already innately understood and easy to apply by me. What is a little different is the need for the increased compass required when playing some of the Chinese New Year pieces using a different key---there is often times a need to jump to a high-octave tonic. It's not impossible, but it does take good control.
And it took me a while to get back the good control. A good warm up is always necessary before I can get a good tone, and that happens whether or not I have been playing throughout the week.
The late afternoon/early evening was spent at service at Pasir Panjang Christ Church. Main thing that I want to remember in public is the Thaxted tune that was used in the hymn O God Beyond All Praising, and that the hymn book is indeed Hymns of Praise, but is from Christian Nationals' Evangelism Commission (CNEC). No wonder it was this much harder to find it online---it is a very regional thing. What to do with this information, I currently do not know, and will just keep it here for future reference. God will guide the way forward.
Anyway, I subsequently met up with YT at Blk 340 Ang Mo Kio Ave 1 to check out the Deli Kopi Shop. Specifically, we were looking at the Mentaiko Maki from the ``Hot Jap'' stall. The price point of SGD8.90 for a basic Maki is reasonable, considering that the basic Maki itself had 8 pieces, each was larger than what I would normally put into my mouth. While there, YT introduced me to lok lok, which is basically JB-style skewered junk food; the stall in question was ``Loklok 1991's by Daniel & Meng''. The short answer is, it tastes damn bloody good. The way the skewered food items are cooked give them that nice char-feel without actually being so dry that they lose their original texture. The closest analogue I can come up with is, the texture of those so-called vegetable chips but with more ``natural'' flavour.
We did not happen upon them in a vacuum: review of the Maki, and the review of the loklok from Mothership respectively.
It was a good meet up with YT, catching up a little bit more on the goings-on since the call that we had with roticv. She's hanging on, I'm chillaxing, and we sort of co-bitched about the situation around us. But that's life after all, we talk to people, we commiserate with friends. And those of us who are believers will go to God in prayer to seek direction and clarity, knowing that while we have the agency of making our own decisions, that in the end, it is still the sovereign God whose Will determines the outcomes.
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Oh, before I am done with today's entry, I want to add that Ding did send me a belated birthday greeting.
Till the next update I suppose.
I am not sure if I have mentioned this before, but literary style of The Mahabharata is very similar to that of The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night---there exists a large framing story that contains the main narrative, followed by sub-narratives that come in as and when obvious unresolved hooks appear. It reads pretty fast for a large work, but it still is a large work.
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Today we had our reunion lunch at my sister's place together with my brother-in-law and nephew. This is not normal, because we usually have my mum cooking and having my sister's family over instead. Thanks to the nonsense that is COVID-19, and my mother's recent medical issues, it was just not worth it to have it done the way we normally did. Instead, we ordered catering from Chilli Api Catering Pte Ltd. Ordering was relatively pain-free, and the delivery was prompt. The food that was delivered was still warm, was delicious, and was of the advertised quantity. Overall, it was a good experience---I think that we can seriously consider them for other such events in the future. Let's see if they can hang around long enough for that to happen again.
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I was supposed to write an entry for yesterday, but I was just so tired at the end of the day. So I suppose I will write about it now then.
I spent much of the early afternoon on Saturday playing my various dizi, working from the 倍大 C and slowly making my way down to the 小 C, playing most pieces from memory. At the 曲笛 range of 大 C, I just played quite a few Chinese New Year pieces, changing keys without using the ``correct'' dizi. The C 曲笛 can comfortably play the keys of C-major (筒音作5), F-major (筒音作2), G-major (筒音作1), D-major (筒音作4), B♭-major (筒音作6), and E♭-major (筒音作3). But these are really nothing new---at this point, all these different fingering patterns are already innately understood and easy to apply by me. What is a little different is the need for the increased compass required when playing some of the Chinese New Year pieces using a different key---there is often times a need to jump to a high-octave tonic. It's not impossible, but it does take good control.
And it took me a while to get back the good control. A good warm up is always necessary before I can get a good tone, and that happens whether or not I have been playing throughout the week.
The late afternoon/early evening was spent at service at Pasir Panjang Christ Church. Main thing that I want to remember in public is the Thaxted tune that was used in the hymn O God Beyond All Praising, and that the hymn book is indeed Hymns of Praise, but is from Christian Nationals' Evangelism Commission (CNEC). No wonder it was this much harder to find it online---it is a very regional thing. What to do with this information, I currently do not know, and will just keep it here for future reference. God will guide the way forward.
Anyway, I subsequently met up with YT at Blk 340 Ang Mo Kio Ave 1 to check out the Deli Kopi Shop. Specifically, we were looking at the Mentaiko Maki from the ``Hot Jap'' stall. The price point of SGD8.90 for a basic Maki is reasonable, considering that the basic Maki itself had 8 pieces, each was larger than what I would normally put into my mouth. While there, YT introduced me to lok lok, which is basically JB-style skewered junk food; the stall in question was ``Loklok 1991's by Daniel & Meng''. The short answer is, it tastes damn bloody good. The way the skewered food items are cooked give them that nice char-feel without actually being so dry that they lose their original texture. The closest analogue I can come up with is, the texture of those so-called vegetable chips but with more ``natural'' flavour.
We did not happen upon them in a vacuum: review of the Maki, and the review of the loklok from Mothership respectively.
It was a good meet up with YT, catching up a little bit more on the goings-on since the call that we had with roticv. She's hanging on, I'm chillaxing, and we sort of co-bitched about the situation around us. But that's life after all, we talk to people, we commiserate with friends. And those of us who are believers will go to God in prayer to seek direction and clarity, knowing that while we have the agency of making our own decisions, that in the end, it is still the sovereign God whose Will determines the outcomes.
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Oh, before I am done with today's entry, I want to add that Ding did send me a belated birthday greeting.
Till the next update I suppose.
Friday, February 05, 2021
Web Comics Crawling
Man, it has been a looooooooong while since I wrote an entry tipsy.
My choice of poison for the evening was the Absolut Oak. I am not usually one who goes about buying ``limited edition'' drinks, but this was bought from a friend a long while back while said friend was trying to off-load some of the things that was obtained when with a spouse-to-be that didn't. It was not something that I would normally get either (not really a vodka person), and the first time that I tried it, it tasted bad compared to the whiskeys that I was trying at the same time.
Funny enough, over time, the flavour profile became more palatable.
Anyway, the purpose of this entry isn't about talking about the spirits that I have been quaffing, but on what I had done for the day.
I updated some of the off-line copies of web comics that I have been following through careful crawling with my own scripts. These scripts had been written in Python2, but since that [version of the Python interpreter] is no longer going to be updated, I have taken the opportunity to update it to Python3 as well. The crawling principle is simple: from a given starting HTML page, find which is the comic image, download it, wait some time, then follow the ``next'' link to the next comic image and continue the process until we reach a loop or no way of proceeding.
I like to create off-line copies of my web comics for the simple reason of making it easier to go through the material at my own leisure. The creation of cbr files means that it is infinitely more portable than relying purely on the online access. I can just view them with any associated readers, like CDisplayEx on the PC or Perfect Viewer for Android.
I'm not linking to CDisplayEx because it allegedly has CandyOpen malware, which I honestly have not seen the effects of. I use MVPS hosts as the last line of defense at the O/S level to prevent connections to sketchy servers via DNS, so that may be a reason why I am not seeing any issues.
Or it could be that they have removed said malware. Who knows, really?
At the same time, I have been reading more of Adi Parva of The Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa, clocking in at another 98 pages today. The current page count is 472/768 completed, and I seem to be on track to complete this first book by end of next week. Then I can start on something else, while slowly advancing my progress on Harrison’s Principles of Internal Medicine (20th Edition).
That's all I have for today. Till the next update.
My choice of poison for the evening was the Absolut Oak. I am not usually one who goes about buying ``limited edition'' drinks, but this was bought from a friend a long while back while said friend was trying to off-load some of the things that was obtained when with a spouse-to-be that didn't. It was not something that I would normally get either (not really a vodka person), and the first time that I tried it, it tasted bad compared to the whiskeys that I was trying at the same time.
Funny enough, over time, the flavour profile became more palatable.
Anyway, the purpose of this entry isn't about talking about the spirits that I have been quaffing, but on what I had done for the day.
I updated some of the off-line copies of web comics that I have been following through careful crawling with my own scripts. These scripts had been written in Python2, but since that [version of the Python interpreter] is no longer going to be updated, I have taken the opportunity to update it to Python3 as well. The crawling principle is simple: from a given starting HTML page, find which is the comic image, download it, wait some time, then follow the ``next'' link to the next comic image and continue the process until we reach a loop or no way of proceeding.
I like to create off-line copies of my web comics for the simple reason of making it easier to go through the material at my own leisure. The creation of cbr files means that it is infinitely more portable than relying purely on the online access. I can just view them with any associated readers, like CDisplayEx on the PC or Perfect Viewer for Android.
I'm not linking to CDisplayEx because it allegedly has CandyOpen malware, which I honestly have not seen the effects of. I use MVPS hosts as the last line of defense at the O/S level to prevent connections to sketchy servers via DNS, so that may be a reason why I am not seeing any issues.
Or it could be that they have removed said malware. Who knows, really?
At the same time, I have been reading more of Adi Parva of The Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa, clocking in at another 98 pages today. The current page count is 472/768 completed, and I seem to be on track to complete this first book by end of next week. Then I can start on something else, while slowly advancing my progress on Harrison’s Principles of Internal Medicine (20th Edition).
That's all I have for today. Till the next update.
Thursday, February 04, 2021
Meds and Fingering Charts
I would have written something yesterday, but I got tired. So it will be an entry today instead.
I ran some errands yesterday, and ended up at Five Guys @ Plaza Singapura for a lunch-dinner combination. As usual, I got a Bacon Cheeseburger ``all the way'' (i.e. all the toppings), Cajun fries (large), and a Corona Extra beer. Definitely delicious; I had been craving for some meat for quite a while. I think it is something that happens at least once a week, so I need to take that into consideration when I plan my going-out time.
I also dropped by Essentials Pharmacy to grab some of my standard medicines to deal with the sensitive skin issue. While I am no longer oozing serum from broken skin like a monster like in the bad old days, there is still some maintenance needed as the weather conditions get more and more unpredictable. I have a decent regime set up: basic mometasone furoate for skin inflammation control, use of loratidine and chlorpheniramine as oral anti-histamines for the day time and night time respectively. As for cleansing, Simple soap is used instead. As simple as it sounds, the soap seems to be exceedingly hard to find in Singapore for some reason, at least, if one is using the brick and mortar shops. But I digress.
I was listening to 李镇's 《走西口》 album from 1999 for most of the travel time, and am reminded about the beauty that is the expression of the humble bamboo 笛子. Yes, I play a lot of concert flute, but in the end, the dizi is still the superior expressive instrument, mostly because of how raw it gets when it comes to techniques of expression; it relies on emotive power over music theory to get what it wants across. 李镇's pieces were not highly complex musically, but they have a good sense of melody and feel in them that makes them oh-so-alluring. Good flute music is amazing too, don't get me wrong, but at some fundamental level it still relies heavily on the Western construct of music theory to bring out the beauty within.
Is that bad? No, it's just different, and I wish that more people would understand that and realise that everyone can stand to learn a bit more about how music is interpreted and performed by different peoples and cultures.
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I spent much of today working on adding the new page of fingering charts on my 笛子 materials set of pages. It is, in many ways, pandering to the types of terms that are used by people to search and click into my web site. There are already ample information on fingering charts within, like concert pitch-bangdi mapping and concert pitch-qudi mapping, fingering pattern charts for the different tongyin, and even the most crazy 12-tone fingering pattern chart that provides additional information on how to find the right keys to change, but I suppose people are just fundamentally lazy.
I must admit that the dizi, when looked at from a very high performance level, is a very cerebral type of instrument. I tried my best to capture all these in ways that would make sense, but it seems like it might not be well appreciated.
And so, I pandered by writing up the fingering charts using Lilypond, and more specifically, the woodwind diagrams. The tin-whistle pattern sufficed for the 6-hole dizi, and it was what I ended up using.
If I want to do the same thing for the dadi and/or xiao, I will need to learn how to hack scm/define-woodwind-diagrams.scm and scm/display-woodwind-diagrams.scm. I had a quick glance into them---they are non-trivial to mess about with.
Apart from doing up the 6-hole dizi charts, I took the opportunity to put together a simplified generic saxophone fingering chart, with the original intension of adding in the altissimo stuff. As I worked through with my tenor saxophone, altissimo on the saxophone is hard---I was not even good with playing harmonics with the correct intonation on the horn. Without this strong fundamental, there was no way to tackle the altissimo register at all. So that's something I need to work on.
But that aside, here is the chart as it stands:
I don't really have anything else to say. Till the next update, perhaps.
I ran some errands yesterday, and ended up at Five Guys @ Plaza Singapura for a lunch-dinner combination. As usual, I got a Bacon Cheeseburger ``all the way'' (i.e. all the toppings), Cajun fries (large), and a Corona Extra beer. Definitely delicious; I had been craving for some meat for quite a while. I think it is something that happens at least once a week, so I need to take that into consideration when I plan my going-out time.
I also dropped by Essentials Pharmacy to grab some of my standard medicines to deal with the sensitive skin issue. While I am no longer oozing serum from broken skin like a monster like in the bad old days, there is still some maintenance needed as the weather conditions get more and more unpredictable. I have a decent regime set up: basic mometasone furoate for skin inflammation control, use of loratidine and chlorpheniramine as oral anti-histamines for the day time and night time respectively. As for cleansing, Simple soap is used instead. As simple as it sounds, the soap seems to be exceedingly hard to find in Singapore for some reason, at least, if one is using the brick and mortar shops. But I digress.
I was listening to 李镇's 《走西口》 album from 1999 for most of the travel time, and am reminded about the beauty that is the expression of the humble bamboo 笛子. Yes, I play a lot of concert flute, but in the end, the dizi is still the superior expressive instrument, mostly because of how raw it gets when it comes to techniques of expression; it relies on emotive power over music theory to get what it wants across. 李镇's pieces were not highly complex musically, but they have a good sense of melody and feel in them that makes them oh-so-alluring. Good flute music is amazing too, don't get me wrong, but at some fundamental level it still relies heavily on the Western construct of music theory to bring out the beauty within.
Is that bad? No, it's just different, and I wish that more people would understand that and realise that everyone can stand to learn a bit more about how music is interpreted and performed by different peoples and cultures.
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I spent much of today working on adding the new page of fingering charts on my 笛子 materials set of pages. It is, in many ways, pandering to the types of terms that are used by people to search and click into my web site. There are already ample information on fingering charts within, like concert pitch-bangdi mapping and concert pitch-qudi mapping, fingering pattern charts for the different tongyin, and even the most crazy 12-tone fingering pattern chart that provides additional information on how to find the right keys to change, but I suppose people are just fundamentally lazy.
I must admit that the dizi, when looked at from a very high performance level, is a very cerebral type of instrument. I tried my best to capture all these in ways that would make sense, but it seems like it might not be well appreciated.
And so, I pandered by writing up the fingering charts using Lilypond, and more specifically, the woodwind diagrams. The tin-whistle pattern sufficed for the 6-hole dizi, and it was what I ended up using.
If I want to do the same thing for the dadi and/or xiao, I will need to learn how to hack scm/define-woodwind-diagrams.scm and scm/display-woodwind-diagrams.scm. I had a quick glance into them---they are non-trivial to mess about with.
Apart from doing up the 6-hole dizi charts, I took the opportunity to put together a simplified generic saxophone fingering chart, with the original intension of adding in the altissimo stuff. As I worked through with my tenor saxophone, altissimo on the saxophone is hard---I was not even good with playing harmonics with the correct intonation on the horn. Without this strong fundamental, there was no way to tackle the altissimo register at all. So that's something I need to work on.
But that aside, here is the chart as it stands:
Tuesday, February 02, 2021
Web Browser Load Out
Already the second day of February is fast reaching a close.
I am still a little sore in my glutes from the house unpacking exercise with my other sister, and had spent most of the day at home, like always. The final pay cheque from my last two weeks of service at my old job had been confirmed to be in, as was the actual payslip itself.
I spent the morning setting up Chromium as yet another web browser. I already have Google Chrome for the ``trashy'' social-media/email-centric isolating browser (with uBlock Origin), and Waterfox with very strict control of what runs on it in the form of uBlock Origin as above and NoScript. I also have HTTPS Everywhere from the Electronic Frontier Foundation (EFF) set up to ensure that URLs will tend to redirect to using HTTPS if available. But I seriously digress.
I set up a new browser in addition to the two because I have found myself having that itch to update my various blogs more frequently. Thanks to both the migration of all Blogger accounts to Google accounts, and how Google Chrome basically gets commandeered by any logged in Google account at any Google web site, it proved stupid annoying to attempt to update the blogs without a new browser.
I needed to either use the in-cognito mode of Google Chrome to bypass that logged in lock in, or use Firefox/Waterfox to do the log in, but needing to remember to log out in case I accidentally feed browsing data unwittingly. It was basically many levels of suck, and so the decision was made to just install another web browser to that remains opened so that I can do any blog entry update at any time. I chose Chromium because I refused to use Edge.
Finding the binaries to actually install Chromium proved to be a confusing exercise. A quick search would lead one to this official-looking version, from which it is ``obvious'' that only unstable versions are available to download. Some more search-fu later yielded the link that I highlighted nearer the beginning. The installation part was quite straightforward, and I was glad that after logging into Blogger, there was no commandeering of the browser itself. There was, however, a severe limitation in that it was not possible to make use of the web store to install any extensions into Chromium directly---to load any extensions would require a manual side-load, a process that was more effort than it was worth for the small thing that I had in mind.
Anyway, it was set up accordingly, and I am glad.
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I finally sat down and concentrated a bit more on Adi Parva of The Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa, reading some 83 pages. I think there is a chance that I can actually complete this volume before the end of next week, but I am definitely not going to hold my breath.
There was a care group sharing session earlier in the evening, and it was a good session that was spent over teleconference. I felt a little bad that I had little bad things to talk about; it sort of helped to put many things into perspective.
Anyway, it is getting late, and I should turn in for the night. Another day awaits, and there are some errands that need to be run.
Till the next update then.
I am still a little sore in my glutes from the house unpacking exercise with my other sister, and had spent most of the day at home, like always. The final pay cheque from my last two weeks of service at my old job had been confirmed to be in, as was the actual payslip itself.
I spent the morning setting up Chromium as yet another web browser. I already have Google Chrome for the ``trashy'' social-media/email-centric isolating browser (with uBlock Origin), and Waterfox with very strict control of what runs on it in the form of uBlock Origin as above and NoScript. I also have HTTPS Everywhere from the Electronic Frontier Foundation (EFF) set up to ensure that URLs will tend to redirect to using HTTPS if available. But I seriously digress.
I set up a new browser in addition to the two because I have found myself having that itch to update my various blogs more frequently. Thanks to both the migration of all Blogger accounts to Google accounts, and how Google Chrome basically gets commandeered by any logged in Google account at any Google web site, it proved stupid annoying to attempt to update the blogs without a new browser.
I needed to either use the in-cognito mode of Google Chrome to bypass that logged in lock in, or use Firefox/Waterfox to do the log in, but needing to remember to log out in case I accidentally feed browsing data unwittingly. It was basically many levels of suck, and so the decision was made to just install another web browser to that remains opened so that I can do any blog entry update at any time. I chose Chromium because I refused to use Edge.
Finding the binaries to actually install Chromium proved to be a confusing exercise. A quick search would lead one to this official-looking version, from which it is ``obvious'' that only unstable versions are available to download. Some more search-fu later yielded the link that I highlighted nearer the beginning. The installation part was quite straightforward, and I was glad that after logging into Blogger, there was no commandeering of the browser itself. There was, however, a severe limitation in that it was not possible to make use of the web store to install any extensions into Chromium directly---to load any extensions would require a manual side-load, a process that was more effort than it was worth for the small thing that I had in mind.
Anyway, it was set up accordingly, and I am glad.
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I finally sat down and concentrated a bit more on Adi Parva of The Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa, reading some 83 pages. I think there is a chance that I can actually complete this volume before the end of next week, but I am definitely not going to hold my breath.
There was a care group sharing session earlier in the evening, and it was a good session that was spent over teleconference. I felt a little bad that I had little bad things to talk about; it sort of helped to put many things into perspective.
Anyway, it is getting late, and I should turn in for the night. Another day awaits, and there are some errands that need to be run.
Till the next update then.
Monday, February 01, 2021
It Is Now February
With hardly a blink of an eye, we are now in February.
This year's February is going to be a strange month. For one, the Chinese New Year festivities are severely muted thanks to the ongoing pandemic. For two, the usual Single Awareness Day (or Valentine's Day for the masses) are occurring immediately after the first two days of Chinese New Year (gazetted public holidays in Singapore), again, whilst in the middle of the pandemic.
That was merely an observation; I do not actually have any feelings about these two events in either way. For reasons of safety in the pandemic, my immediate family isn't entertaining any notion of visitation (to and fro) and has conveyed the information to the relatives in question. My parents are in the at-risk category for the SARS-CoV-2, and despite them being our relatives, they are not really a group of people whom we hang out often enough to pool the risks together to begin with. Combine that with my niblings being the children they are (children seem to be silent carriers of SARS-CoV-2), it is a high-risk/low-return type of game, which is not worth it.
Hence the decision to be a tad anti-social this year.
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I am not going to lie---I am really drawn in by the new theme that I am using for my blogs, mostly because of the ``pop'' that it gives to them. I am getting somewhat tempted to do something similar for my own personal domain, but it is unlikely to be the case since I would then have to start encasing blocks of text into their own div blocks and setting up various CSS styles... it's basically a lot of effort to set up the current content-centric HTML to be something that is more amenable to such stylings.
It goes against the overall raison d'être of that website.
On one final note, I have finally written Print Me (Part II). I hope to complete this short story serialisation---it has been floating around in my head for quite a few months, and I did not have the wherewithal to commit to paper, until now that is.
That's all I have for today. Till the next update.
This year's February is going to be a strange month. For one, the Chinese New Year festivities are severely muted thanks to the ongoing pandemic. For two, the usual Single Awareness Day (or Valentine's Day for the masses) are occurring immediately after the first two days of Chinese New Year (gazetted public holidays in Singapore), again, whilst in the middle of the pandemic.
That was merely an observation; I do not actually have any feelings about these two events in either way. For reasons of safety in the pandemic, my immediate family isn't entertaining any notion of visitation (to and fro) and has conveyed the information to the relatives in question. My parents are in the at-risk category for the SARS-CoV-2, and despite them being our relatives, they are not really a group of people whom we hang out often enough to pool the risks together to begin with. Combine that with my niblings being the children they are (children seem to be silent carriers of SARS-CoV-2), it is a high-risk/low-return type of game, which is not worth it.
Hence the decision to be a tad anti-social this year.
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I am not going to lie---I am really drawn in by the new theme that I am using for my blogs, mostly because of the ``pop'' that it gives to them. I am getting somewhat tempted to do something similar for my own personal domain, but it is unlikely to be the case since I would then have to start encasing blocks of text into their own div blocks and setting up various CSS styles... it's basically a lot of effort to set up the current content-centric HTML to be something that is more amenable to such stylings.
It goes against the overall raison d'être of that website.
On one final note, I have finally written Print Me (Part II). I hope to complete this short story serialisation---it has been floating around in my head for quite a few months, and I did not have the wherewithal to commit to paper, until now that is.
That's all I have for today. Till the next update.
Sunday, January 31, 2021
Sometimes One Really Needs Physical Strength
``One of the greatest things that a Christian can do in his/her life is to serve.''
That's the vibe of the message that I have been getting through the aether; okay not the aether but from the different siblings in Christ that I have met.
The funny thing is that, this isn't really new to me. It is more of a reminder of a me that had been erased out of existence due to the sour taste of being taken for a sucker.
I used to be one of those helper-type people---always happy to help about in any way that I can. It was not because that I was expecting some kind of great cosmic pay-off---it was just a way of passing the time [in some sense] after having completed the responsibilities that I had. There was a certain sense of satisfaction when I just got things done, whether it was for my own things, or for others.
But over time, the sense that I was getting exploited grew. I wasn't expecting remuneration for the things I did (that was strictly for things relating to work only), but a certain sense of appreciation of my often voluntary help, instead of just a general level of indifference, or worse, like demanding that do/redo according to what the person is saying, regardless of the correctness/relevance of what that person is saying.
As they say in the army, what starts off as a favour eventually will become a responsibility.
Perhaps there will be a day where I am more free with whom I help. But today is not this day.
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I spend an enjoyable day helping my other sister unpack her furniture for her new place with her husband. I brought my ``brick'' (the Swiss Champ XLT), ratcheting driver set (including small allen wrench heads), and my rubber mallet down. All the tools were used in one way or another, and the task that she had thought would take days was completed within the day itself, with her father, her husband, and another friend assisting on different aspects.
It was the kind of task that I had missed doing. I was just glad that I could help. It also made me think about the earlier chunk about service in general, which was an associated thought from some words that the pastor had said to me after Saturday's service.
Everything will work out in its time.
And with that, I will stop here. It is a short update for sure, so till the next time.
That's the vibe of the message that I have been getting through the aether; okay not the aether but from the different siblings in Christ that I have met.
The funny thing is that, this isn't really new to me. It is more of a reminder of a me that had been erased out of existence due to the sour taste of being taken for a sucker.
I used to be one of those helper-type people---always happy to help about in any way that I can. It was not because that I was expecting some kind of great cosmic pay-off---it was just a way of passing the time [in some sense] after having completed the responsibilities that I had. There was a certain sense of satisfaction when I just got things done, whether it was for my own things, or for others.
But over time, the sense that I was getting exploited grew. I wasn't expecting remuneration for the things I did (that was strictly for things relating to work only), but a certain sense of appreciation of my often voluntary help, instead of just a general level of indifference, or worse, like demanding that do/redo according to what the person is saying, regardless of the correctness/relevance of what that person is saying.
As they say in the army, what starts off as a favour eventually will become a responsibility.
Perhaps there will be a day where I am more free with whom I help. But today is not this day.
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I spend an enjoyable day helping my other sister unpack her furniture for her new place with her husband. I brought my ``brick'' (the Swiss Champ XLT), ratcheting driver set (including small allen wrench heads), and my rubber mallet down. All the tools were used in one way or another, and the task that she had thought would take days was completed within the day itself, with her father, her husband, and another friend assisting on different aspects.
It was the kind of task that I had missed doing. I was just glad that I could help. It also made me think about the earlier chunk about service in general, which was an associated thought from some words that the pastor had said to me after Saturday's service.
Everything will work out in its time.
And with that, I will stop here. It is a short update for sure, so till the next time.
Saturday, January 30, 2021
A New Theme
One more thing to note before I am actually done with today's writing: after an unknown number of years, I have decided to change the theme of my blogs again. I think that I am starting to dislike the skinniness that is the Candara font. Combine that with what is essentially a long roll of white for the main text, it was hard to separate out one entry from another. Additionally, the profile picture ``box'' was looking dated with the circular redo of my personal icon; these two combined meant that it was definitely a time to re-look into this.
With that, I looked for a [default] theme that kept much of the simplicity that I was looking for (no crazy background image that can get screwed up with a screen width that is ``too wide'') that would address the issues that I was facing. I could, in theory, create my own custom theme, but the purpose of using Blogger as the platform is so that I do not have to do things like that---the default themes with minor adjustments ought to be good enough.
With that we have this theme now. Here is a side-by-side comparison between the new theme and the old one:
That's really all I have for today. Till the next update.
With that, I looked for a [default] theme that kept much of the simplicity that I was looking for (no crazy background image that can get screwed up with a screen width that is ``too wide'') that would address the issues that I was facing. I could, in theory, create my own custom theme, but the purpose of using Blogger as the platform is so that I do not have to do things like that---the default themes with minor adjustments ought to be good enough.
With that we have this theme now. Here is a side-by-side comparison between the new theme and the old one:
R&R Week
The week that just passed is a strong R&R-type of week.
I finally completed Fez, and Cat Quest II, two games that had been on my Steam library that were half-completed for quite a while. One's a puzzle game that I had mistakenly tried playing like a Metroidvania, while the other is a straightforward action-RPG with cute characters, a simplistic storyline, but amazingly pun-y writing. A sense of achievement, for sure. The key thing about these two games was the almost exclusive use of the gamepad, of which the one I have is the F310 Gamepad from Logitech. I usually play games on the PC with mouse and keyboard, but for some of these types of games where they were originally designed for controller, I am finding it easier to use the controller for them. Except maybe for Megaman-type games---I started on them via the keyboard, and will need quite a bit of getting used to on the controller, especially when I am trying to keep a charge while jumping (requires some interesting right thumb gymnastics). Overall, I like this controller over the one Playstation-esque one (VX2PS3-11) that I got from Gioteck. The Xbox controller feels more comfortable than the PS one, and more importantly, does not have any of the rubberised plastic that literally dies in the hot and humid weather conditions that are present here in Singapore. I had to scrape off all the weird plastic, and have not used the controller yet.
To be fair, that other controller is also much older than this one, and so there will be some major differences. I will probably find the PS controller more useful for games that were ported from the PS to the PC, assuming that the equivalent button commands for the Xbox controller were not a part of the port.
Next game that I would want to reach a clear of any sort is Feudal Alloy. It has been sitting in my library half-started for a while, and seems interesting enough that I should reach some level of completion on it.
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I have also read [translated to English version of] All You Need is Kill, the novel that was the [very vague] inspiration for Edge of Tomorrow. Like always, the book is literally better than the film due to the more realistic premise of the time loop being a step towards an eventual ``final'' confrontation to get the Mimics off planet earth. I have always found ``happy endings'' in dystopian/apocalyptic/end-of-the-world type stories to be incongruent with their subject matter. The author literally (ha-ha) builds a gloomy and doomy world throughout most of the novel/film, and having the last section/act subvert all that gloom and doom is just... wrong.
I know that there is a need for some kind of happy closure for most people, but certain twists are just too awkward to pull off. I get that people want to be entertained, and they are allowed their opinion and thus it is okay for the writers to pander a little with some kind of happy ending, but there are different types of happy endings. I am alright with minor (i.e. not world-level change) happy endings, like how a single character finds his/her happiness at the end, but those that involve a massive change in the way the built-up world changes is usually quite unjustifiable, particularly when the protagonist is portrayed as an everyday-person instead of The Big Damn Hero.
And even then, one single Big Damn Hero usually isn't enough to turn the tide of a large-scale gloom and doom---it requires some level of coordination/social acceptance for things to move that way, which often times books/films do not set it up correctly as something that can be done. This often makes the final twist all the weirder, and can be really off-putting.
Anyway, I think I will strive to at least complete [the translated version of] Adi Parva of the The Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa, the first of 18 books of the famous Sanskrit epic. I ``only'' have 500+ pages left of 768, and it should take roughly a week of relaxed reading to complete it, if not for the many side tracks that I have been doing.
Till the next update then.
I finally completed Fez, and Cat Quest II, two games that had been on my Steam library that were half-completed for quite a while. One's a puzzle game that I had mistakenly tried playing like a Metroidvania, while the other is a straightforward action-RPG with cute characters, a simplistic storyline, but amazingly pun-y writing. A sense of achievement, for sure. The key thing about these two games was the almost exclusive use of the gamepad, of which the one I have is the F310 Gamepad from Logitech. I usually play games on the PC with mouse and keyboard, but for some of these types of games where they were originally designed for controller, I am finding it easier to use the controller for them. Except maybe for Megaman-type games---I started on them via the keyboard, and will need quite a bit of getting used to on the controller, especially when I am trying to keep a charge while jumping (requires some interesting right thumb gymnastics). Overall, I like this controller over the one Playstation-esque one (VX2PS3-11) that I got from Gioteck. The Xbox controller feels more comfortable than the PS one, and more importantly, does not have any of the rubberised plastic that literally dies in the hot and humid weather conditions that are present here in Singapore. I had to scrape off all the weird plastic, and have not used the controller yet.
To be fair, that other controller is also much older than this one, and so there will be some major differences. I will probably find the PS controller more useful for games that were ported from the PS to the PC, assuming that the equivalent button commands for the Xbox controller were not a part of the port.
Next game that I would want to reach a clear of any sort is Feudal Alloy. It has been sitting in my library half-started for a while, and seems interesting enough that I should reach some level of completion on it.
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I have also read [translated to English version of] All You Need is Kill, the novel that was the [very vague] inspiration for Edge of Tomorrow. Like always, the book is literally better than the film due to the more realistic premise of the time loop being a step towards an eventual ``final'' confrontation to get the Mimics off planet earth. I have always found ``happy endings'' in dystopian/apocalyptic/end-of-the-world type stories to be incongruent with their subject matter. The author literally (ha-ha) builds a gloomy and doomy world throughout most of the novel/film, and having the last section/act subvert all that gloom and doom is just... wrong.
I know that there is a need for some kind of happy closure for most people, but certain twists are just too awkward to pull off. I get that people want to be entertained, and they are allowed their opinion and thus it is okay for the writers to pander a little with some kind of happy ending, but there are different types of happy endings. I am alright with minor (i.e. not world-level change) happy endings, like how a single character finds his/her happiness at the end, but those that involve a massive change in the way the built-up world changes is usually quite unjustifiable, particularly when the protagonist is portrayed as an everyday-person instead of The Big Damn Hero.
And even then, one single Big Damn Hero usually isn't enough to turn the tide of a large-scale gloom and doom---it requires some level of coordination/social acceptance for things to move that way, which often times books/films do not set it up correctly as something that can be done. This often makes the final twist all the weirder, and can be really off-putting.
Anyway, I think I will strive to at least complete [the translated version of] Adi Parva of the The Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa, the first of 18 books of the famous Sanskrit epic. I ``only'' have 500+ pages left of 768, and it should take roughly a week of relaxed reading to complete it, if not for the many side tracks that I have been doing.
Till the next update then.
Thursday, January 28, 2021
All About the Navigation
The silence was only because I was working on some tweaks on my personal domain.
I have been maintaining my 笛子 Materials set of articles for a long time. I was not happy with the type of navigation that was available---the old navigation mechanism was just a dynamically added ↑ that led from each article page back to the articles content page as linked above.
This meant that if one wanted to read through all the articles, one would have to keep heading back to the articles content page. Talk about super annoyance.
My entire personal domain is run off static pages, and so for a long time I had no good solution to this. That is, until I remembered the XMLHttpRequest object (XHR), and the ability to use DOM traversal on a document-type response object from XHR.
What the combination of techniques here meant was that I could literally make use of XHR to pull the articles content page, parse the links from the navigation tree, and then do whatever I wanted with it, which in this case was to dynamically create a simple in-order traversal navigation block (with a shortcut to the articles content page) to replace the traditional navigation block.
This was significant because I did not have to manually update each article page to set up the navigation blocks by hand. Articles were not written sequentially, and their names are randomly generated, which made manual setting up and updating of the ``previous article'' and ``next article'' links a pain.
The downside is that non-JavaScript enabled browsers do not have that luxury. But it's still alright since the fallback still provides a long-winded but workable manner of navigation.
That was a fun bit of exercise and functionality to add to my personal domain.
One other thing that I did was to redo how I was generating Sitemaps. Specifically, I implemented a new tool that would generate the associated sitemap.xml file complete with last modified date/time to be uploaded into the host. Previously, I was just doing some lousy shell script that listed all files that were hosted, but it was not the right thing to do for the purpose of a Sitemap. In addition, the old Sitemap that I made was only for Google, but this Sitemap that I now generate applies to all who conform to the protocol too. This may mean that my personal domain may get better indexing from the other search providers.
It is definitely a minor thing, but is one of those hidden quality of life things that should prove to be useful in the long run.
I think that's about all the update I would like to put up today. Till the next time.
I have been maintaining my 笛子 Materials set of articles for a long time. I was not happy with the type of navigation that was available---the old navigation mechanism was just a dynamically added ↑ that led from each article page back to the articles content page as linked above.
This meant that if one wanted to read through all the articles, one would have to keep heading back to the articles content page. Talk about super annoyance.
My entire personal domain is run off static pages, and so for a long time I had no good solution to this. That is, until I remembered the XMLHttpRequest object (XHR), and the ability to use DOM traversal on a document-type response object from XHR.
What the combination of techniques here meant was that I could literally make use of XHR to pull the articles content page, parse the links from the navigation tree, and then do whatever I wanted with it, which in this case was to dynamically create a simple in-order traversal navigation block (with a shortcut to the articles content page) to replace the traditional navigation block.
This was significant because I did not have to manually update each article page to set up the navigation blocks by hand. Articles were not written sequentially, and their names are randomly generated, which made manual setting up and updating of the ``previous article'' and ``next article'' links a pain.
The downside is that non-JavaScript enabled browsers do not have that luxury. But it's still alright since the fallback still provides a long-winded but workable manner of navigation.
That was a fun bit of exercise and functionality to add to my personal domain.
One other thing that I did was to redo how I was generating Sitemaps. Specifically, I implemented a new tool that would generate the associated sitemap.xml file complete with last modified date/time to be uploaded into the host. Previously, I was just doing some lousy shell script that listed all files that were hosted, but it was not the right thing to do for the purpose of a Sitemap. In addition, the old Sitemap that I made was only for Google, but this Sitemap that I now generate applies to all who conform to the protocol too. This may mean that my personal domain may get better indexing from the other search providers.
It is definitely a minor thing, but is one of those hidden quality of life things that should prove to be useful in the long run.
I think that's about all the update I would like to put up today. Till the next time.
Monday, January 25, 2021
Infection Control for Instruments
A day has just passed.
Originally, I intended to go for a morning cycle. But the bad skin around my lateral ankles made it a little risky, since cycling required me to wear my Teva sports sandals (I do not own any sneakers/trainers since the end of 2011), and it had a high chance of irritating the already bad skin with abrasion.
So I stayed in and spent time reading Infection Control for Instruments. It is a simple sub-two-hundred-page summary of strategies and associated processes involved in ensuring that musical instruments, their locations, and allied personnel are not a part of the disease transmission process. It was a document that has shown great relevance recently due to the on-going pandemic. It is well thought through and researched, and provides a good framework from which more detailed infection control processes can be enacted.
For those who are too lazy to read the document, the general idea is to ensure good hand hygiene, not share stuff that has ``wet contact'', and ensure that everyone plays a role in shared places to keep it clean, with regular disinfection prescribed within the infection control document. Choices of gadgets, disinfection chemicals, and associated procedures ought to take dressing from the relevant regulatory authorities (CDC, EPA, and FDA within the USA for example), and not be based off anecdotes shared by a friend of a friend. Various management strategies with respect to music instrument handling within ensembles are also suggested---the key idea here is to not overcommit the number of players to avoid sharing of instruments.
I would say that most of the document is full of good common sense, but common sense in a period of uncertainty is definitely lacking. I have heard/seen nonsensical ``measures'' of woodwind players having to wear masks while playing---they achieve the ability to play by cutting holes in the masks so as to allow them to breathe through their [uncovered] noses, and blow through their [uncovered] mouths! The document makes it clear that all parties need to contribute to the conversation to use the best known science to guide the outcome, and not do stupid things like that, mostly based on ``friend-of-a-friend'' anecdote sharing.
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I've taken to replaying Fez again, this time with the full intention of completing it.
I suppose that is all that I would like to write today.
Till the next update, I suppose.
Originally, I intended to go for a morning cycle. But the bad skin around my lateral ankles made it a little risky, since cycling required me to wear my Teva sports sandals (I do not own any sneakers/trainers since the end of 2011), and it had a high chance of irritating the already bad skin with abrasion.
So I stayed in and spent time reading Infection Control for Instruments. It is a simple sub-two-hundred-page summary of strategies and associated processes involved in ensuring that musical instruments, their locations, and allied personnel are not a part of the disease transmission process. It was a document that has shown great relevance recently due to the on-going pandemic. It is well thought through and researched, and provides a good framework from which more detailed infection control processes can be enacted.
For those who are too lazy to read the document, the general idea is to ensure good hand hygiene, not share stuff that has ``wet contact'', and ensure that everyone plays a role in shared places to keep it clean, with regular disinfection prescribed within the infection control document. Choices of gadgets, disinfection chemicals, and associated procedures ought to take dressing from the relevant regulatory authorities (CDC, EPA, and FDA within the USA for example), and not be based off anecdotes shared by a friend of a friend. Various management strategies with respect to music instrument handling within ensembles are also suggested---the key idea here is to not overcommit the number of players to avoid sharing of instruments.
I would say that most of the document is full of good common sense, but common sense in a period of uncertainty is definitely lacking. I have heard/seen nonsensical ``measures'' of woodwind players having to wear masks while playing---they achieve the ability to play by cutting holes in the masks so as to allow them to breathe through their [uncovered] noses, and blow through their [uncovered] mouths! The document makes it clear that all parties need to contribute to the conversation to use the best known science to guide the outcome, and not do stupid things like that, mostly based on ``friend-of-a-friend'' anecdote sharing.
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I've taken to replaying Fez again, this time with the full intention of completing it.
I suppose that is all that I would like to write today.
Till the next update, I suppose.
Sunday, January 24, 2021
Blogging On
Blogging seems to be an almost forgotten expression form in the age of the social media. Most people seem to be content with either dumping their thoughts in some semi-cryptic Facebook status message (I am also guilty of this), or do up some captioned-in-pictures storybook in Instagram, or do some ``micro'' video in the form of TikTok/douyin, or generate a ``tweet storm'' with Twitter.
I no longer know of people who would use a blog for these things any more.
Has blogging gone out of style? In many ways, it is an unqualified yes. The idea of a blog is an old one, coming from the days when technically inclined people who could afford to find hosting and buy a domain name would set up their own personal website and update it semi-frequently with their own web pages of blog-esque content, i.e. in the form of ``news updates''. There was no such thing as a ``social media platform'' in the early days---people are usually anonymous/pseduonymous, and if there was a need to find someone to read his/her views, it would be either through finding their personal web sites, or through interactions on various bulletin boards/fora. This was part of the reason why web directories (the earliest incarnation of web-search in a static form) existed. Connectivity was weak---that screen name on one forum may be the same as the one used in a blog, but there is no indication that they are really the same person/entity.
The natural evolution of that was to create a blogging platform that streamlined the technical process, allowing people to focus more on the content creation. As part of the streamlining process, this meant that people would be creating their own accounts within the platform itself, which meant that they would start to unwittingly form the start of a social network, except that it was not a term that was in wide use until the arrival of Facebook. Suddenly that screen name that was seen in the comments of one forum represent the same person who was updating his/her blog at a certain domain/location that was a sub-domain of the blog platform. The threads of information that were out there were tangling even as time mercilessly marched on.
The single-platform social network has finally arrived.
But as time on, blogging started to phase out in style. This is not necessarily due to the consolidation of the platforms and the migration of users to the newest and hottest. Instead, it is a sign of the general trend of ever-decreasing attention spans, where it is no longer the case that people would have the endurance to read a multi-hundred-word blog entry as opposed to some 140-character abomination filled with strange emojis and funny pictures. Media consumption had decided to prioritise quantity over quality, and many have followed the trend in one way or another.
Me? I'm an antiquated dinosaur, an exotic end-of-the-line evolution path for a technologist. I like writing out multi-hundred-word long blog entries to capture what I am thinking. Occasionally I write shorter stuff in Facebook, but I think I am at the stage where something more substantial than that is required.
And so, I am still writing here, some fifteen years on.
Till the next update I suppose.
I no longer know of people who would use a blog for these things any more.
Has blogging gone out of style? In many ways, it is an unqualified yes. The idea of a blog is an old one, coming from the days when technically inclined people who could afford to find hosting and buy a domain name would set up their own personal website and update it semi-frequently with their own web pages of blog-esque content, i.e. in the form of ``news updates''. There was no such thing as a ``social media platform'' in the early days---people are usually anonymous/pseduonymous, and if there was a need to find someone to read his/her views, it would be either through finding their personal web sites, or through interactions on various bulletin boards/fora. This was part of the reason why web directories (the earliest incarnation of web-search in a static form) existed. Connectivity was weak---that screen name on one forum may be the same as the one used in a blog, but there is no indication that they are really the same person/entity.
The natural evolution of that was to create a blogging platform that streamlined the technical process, allowing people to focus more on the content creation. As part of the streamlining process, this meant that people would be creating their own accounts within the platform itself, which meant that they would start to unwittingly form the start of a social network, except that it was not a term that was in wide use until the arrival of Facebook. Suddenly that screen name that was seen in the comments of one forum represent the same person who was updating his/her blog at a certain domain/location that was a sub-domain of the blog platform. The threads of information that were out there were tangling even as time mercilessly marched on.
The single-platform social network has finally arrived.
But as time on, blogging started to phase out in style. This is not necessarily due to the consolidation of the platforms and the migration of users to the newest and hottest. Instead, it is a sign of the general trend of ever-decreasing attention spans, where it is no longer the case that people would have the endurance to read a multi-hundred-word blog entry as opposed to some 140-character abomination filled with strange emojis and funny pictures. Media consumption had decided to prioritise quantity over quality, and many have followed the trend in one way or another.
Me? I'm an antiquated dinosaur, an exotic end-of-the-line evolution path for a technologist. I like writing out multi-hundred-word long blog entries to capture what I am thinking. Occasionally I write shorter stuff in Facebook, but I think I am at the stage where something more substantial than that is required.
And so, I am still writing here, some fifteen years on.
Till the next update I suppose.
Saturday, January 23, 2021
Gifts to Myself
It's just past my birthday for this year. So, it is time for yet another retrospective.
I bought myself a gift for this year---a silver-plated cupronickel alto flute with straight and curved head joints made by 龙口金鸣乐器有限公司. It's the ``last'' representative that would round up the core instruments of the flute family. The original intention was not really to purchase my own alto flute---it was to have a shared high quality alto flute with my then wife-candidate. Well, she is no longer my wife-candidate, and thus that plan is garbage.
I already own a B-foot version of a vertical bass flute made by them, and I love the resonant nature of the sounds, as well as the quick reaction of it. Getting an alto flute from them seems like a no-brainer as well, despite their obvious ``no-name'' nature. My then wife-candidate owns an alto flute from them as well, and it definitely sounds good enough.
And so, I am now an owner of an alto flute, whom I named Eliana because it is a cool name, and it commemorates a new friend I made while spending some evenings at the nearby bar drinking and reading after work, before I had quit from my last job.
For these two low harmony flutes that I have, I can attest to the soundness of the mechanism, the goodness of their reaction, and general accuracy of intonation. I have not tried their other instruments to make any other pronouncements. But what I usually say still holds---the strength of a brand name only suggests that there is a certain low variance in the quality, it is still important for one to physically try out any musical instruments that one might purchase to see if one likes the experience of making music out of it. A ``no name'' brand can still have pearls among them all, but their usual high variance would mean that one may need to try many more instruments before finding that one pearl.
I think that this alto flute is likely to be the last purchase of a musical instrument for myself for quite a while. As seen in the instrument family representation section, I have very good coverage of the different ranges/timbres of instruments within the three instrument families that I care the most about (dizi, flute, recorder, and saxophone). Most of my planned and actual purchases over the years were done according to this principle. The only instruments that I may want to look into the future are a baritone saxophone, a contrabass flute, and maybe a sopranino saxophone.
I may want to get a special piccolo at some point, something that goes down to a low C, or even low B. But that is really not of the highest priority, as are the rest of the instruments that I might want to get to round up the representation. As is, I think my sound palette is good enough, and as many people have pointed out exasperatedly, I only have that one mouth to play these instruments.
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The anniversary of my birth came and went mostly uneventfully. Folks who cared enough to remember did come out of the woodwork to wish me a birthday greeting (shoutouts to CH, RX, YT, Winnie, XL, my other sister, and folks from the care group), and everyone else who didn't have Facebook to remind them did not say anything.
It's okay. It is the consequence of a deliberate choice that I made a few years ago to keep that specific date from being blasted all over the Facebook. On that social networking website, I am largely invisible, as it should be. I can be contacted as needed, but there is usually no need to contact me there.
It is the same strategy that I use for LinkedIn as well.
I did end up having dinner with my other sister and her hubby in the evening though, having north-east Chinese cuisine out next to Lor 27 Geylang. We did a la carte instead of the BBQ/hotpot, because we were just lazy to do our own cooking. Food was great, company was, as always, amazing. The power did trip at some point, but it was quickly rectified; it is still a mystery to me why the power could have tripped then.
Just a point of note though, ``my other sister'' isn't some half-sibling from nowhere---she's my unofficially adopted sister because she and I share the same surname. Our surname is sufficiently rare in Singapore that it is just funnier and easier to think of each other as siblings. Same reason why when I see anyone else with the same surname, I just call them my cousins when I am talking with other people---makes a good conversational piece that makes it more memorable.
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I met up with Harish to go on what can count as a hike in Singapore, along the southern ridges of Singapore. This is a route that I love walking, and had done so on several occasions with folks like Wangki, Roticv, and even XL with her hubby. Of all the times I had taken this route (traditionally beginning with the really stupid stairs of Marang Trail off Marang Road), I had only ended up in Kent Ridge Park maybe twice, including this one with Harish. But this time, the weather held up fine, and the company was right, and we managed to extend the route from Kent Ridge Park to go through NUS, before heading through to the west most end of West Coast Park, a park that I had hitherto not known of its existence before, despite having spent four years studying in that region, and about six months doing internships nearby.
It was a good hike.
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And that's about all I care to write at this point. Till the next update, I suppose.
I bought myself a gift for this year---a silver-plated cupronickel alto flute with straight and curved head joints made by 龙口金鸣乐器有限公司. It's the ``last'' representative that would round up the core instruments of the flute family. The original intention was not really to purchase my own alto flute---it was to have a shared high quality alto flute with my then wife-candidate. Well, she is no longer my wife-candidate, and thus that plan is garbage.
I already own a B-foot version of a vertical bass flute made by them, and I love the resonant nature of the sounds, as well as the quick reaction of it. Getting an alto flute from them seems like a no-brainer as well, despite their obvious ``no-name'' nature. My then wife-candidate owns an alto flute from them as well, and it definitely sounds good enough.
And so, I am now an owner of an alto flute, whom I named Eliana because it is a cool name, and it commemorates a new friend I made while spending some evenings at the nearby bar drinking and reading after work, before I had quit from my last job.
For these two low harmony flutes that I have, I can attest to the soundness of the mechanism, the goodness of their reaction, and general accuracy of intonation. I have not tried their other instruments to make any other pronouncements. But what I usually say still holds---the strength of a brand name only suggests that there is a certain low variance in the quality, it is still important for one to physically try out any musical instruments that one might purchase to see if one likes the experience of making music out of it. A ``no name'' brand can still have pearls among them all, but their usual high variance would mean that one may need to try many more instruments before finding that one pearl.
I think that this alto flute is likely to be the last purchase of a musical instrument for myself for quite a while. As seen in the instrument family representation section, I have very good coverage of the different ranges/timbres of instruments within the three instrument families that I care the most about (dizi, flute, recorder, and saxophone). Most of my planned and actual purchases over the years were done according to this principle. The only instruments that I may want to look into the future are a baritone saxophone, a contrabass flute, and maybe a sopranino saxophone.
I may want to get a special piccolo at some point, something that goes down to a low C, or even low B. But that is really not of the highest priority, as are the rest of the instruments that I might want to get to round up the representation. As is, I think my sound palette is good enough, and as many people have pointed out exasperatedly, I only have that one mouth to play these instruments.
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The anniversary of my birth came and went mostly uneventfully. Folks who cared enough to remember did come out of the woodwork to wish me a birthday greeting (shoutouts to CH, RX, YT, Winnie, XL, my other sister, and folks from the care group), and everyone else who didn't have Facebook to remind them did not say anything.
It's okay. It is the consequence of a deliberate choice that I made a few years ago to keep that specific date from being blasted all over the Facebook. On that social networking website, I am largely invisible, as it should be. I can be contacted as needed, but there is usually no need to contact me there.
It is the same strategy that I use for LinkedIn as well.
I did end up having dinner with my other sister and her hubby in the evening though, having north-east Chinese cuisine out next to Lor 27 Geylang. We did a la carte instead of the BBQ/hotpot, because we were just lazy to do our own cooking. Food was great, company was, as always, amazing. The power did trip at some point, but it was quickly rectified; it is still a mystery to me why the power could have tripped then.
Just a point of note though, ``my other sister'' isn't some half-sibling from nowhere---she's my unofficially adopted sister because she and I share the same surname. Our surname is sufficiently rare in Singapore that it is just funnier and easier to think of each other as siblings. Same reason why when I see anyone else with the same surname, I just call them my cousins when I am talking with other people---makes a good conversational piece that makes it more memorable.
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I met up with Harish to go on what can count as a hike in Singapore, along the southern ridges of Singapore. This is a route that I love walking, and had done so on several occasions with folks like Wangki, Roticv, and even XL with her hubby. Of all the times I had taken this route (traditionally beginning with the really stupid stairs of Marang Trail off Marang Road), I had only ended up in Kent Ridge Park maybe twice, including this one with Harish. But this time, the weather held up fine, and the company was right, and we managed to extend the route from Kent Ridge Park to go through NUS, before heading through to the west most end of West Coast Park, a park that I had hitherto not known of its existence before, despite having spent four years studying in that region, and about six months doing internships nearby.
It was a good hike.
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And that's about all I care to write at this point. Till the next update, I suppose.
Wednesday, January 20, 2021
Playing the Traverso
I have been messing about with the traverso recently, playing on my Stanesby Junior replica flauto traverso tuned in A415. Part of the reason why I have been messing about with it that much is the sheer accessibility of it relative to the other instruments---I have it assembled all the time, and left on the special dizi rack that I have attached to my sturdy Hercules music stand. Since the AF-3 is made of sturdy (and thick!) plastic, it tolerates the ravages of the environment a little better than the other metal instruments that I have.
Having it easily accessible means that I can just pick it up and noodle on it for a bit before putting it back down.
The fingering patterns for the traverso are interesting to say the least. The tone hols of the traverso are much smaller than that of the dizi, which means that the effects of cross-fingering are more pronounced. That it is tuned to A415 also means that the instrument D is closer in pitch to a modern A440 C♯ and with that, means that anything that is played on the traverso has a tendency to sound that much more mellow, even without into account the overall sweetness that the instrument generally sounds.
Prior to 2018 when I got my traverso, I had tried it on a few occasions, but always found it lacking in flavour. One big part of the reason was the misalignment of the embouchure hole with the tone holes, which led to some serious sound production/intonation issues. This was solved by making use of the ``AULOS'' text on each of the parts as markings for alignment---this ensured that the small and circular embouchure hole is correctly angled off the small and circular tone holes. Another part that made me dislike the traverso then was that it seemingly could not speak as well as the other flutes. This was also a mistake on my part---the traverso was not meant to be of a ``big flute'' sound. The play style of the traverso was more akin to that of the recorder than to a modern day concert flute (or even the dizi), but my playing more than five years ago was definitely much worse than my current skills.
Once those two situations were remedied, I started to fall in love with the sweet nonsense that was the traverso.
Being tuned to A415 has another interesting side effect---the tone holes were much farther apart as compared to one that was tuned to A440 due to the natural increase in the length of the air column to support the longer wave length of the fundamental. Comparing the Stanesby Junior with the Grenser (a similar traverso-like instrument but tuned to A440 and with larger tone holes) would show that the Stanesby Junior was a good 17mm longer. 17mm does not sound like much, but when it involves finger stretching, it can mean a lot to someone who has shorter fingers.
Fortunately, I do not have that problem. My fingers aren't exactly very long for my height, but I think they are long enough to not have to feel any strain when holding the A415 traverso using the orthodox method.
I had to relearn listening to the intervals though---I find that as I was playing the different scales using what I have learnt from the fingering patterns of the dizi (modified to use the actual traverso's actual fingering pattern), I can actually hear the difference in the intervals, which makes an interesting ear training exercise.
I've not really brought myself towards playing some hardcore baroque music with the traverso just yet---still trying to develop a good feel for the cross fingering and the tone shading possibilities for now. While the traverso runs counter to what I have been looking for in my instruments (consistency in tone across registers, standard equal temperament intervals that allow shading to fit the actual temperament needed for the music function, large dynamic range), it has its own place.
In a time of the COVID-19, with rehearsals still barred for the TGCC Chinese Orchestra, music making has been relegated to a solo affair. And in this particular circumstance, an instrument with such nuances becomes a much greater friend than the loud stuff that I have.
Till the next update.
Having it easily accessible means that I can just pick it up and noodle on it for a bit before putting it back down.
The fingering patterns for the traverso are interesting to say the least. The tone hols of the traverso are much smaller than that of the dizi, which means that the effects of cross-fingering are more pronounced. That it is tuned to A415 also means that the instrument D is closer in pitch to a modern A440 C♯ and with that, means that anything that is played on the traverso has a tendency to sound that much more mellow, even without into account the overall sweetness that the instrument generally sounds.
Prior to 2018 when I got my traverso, I had tried it on a few occasions, but always found it lacking in flavour. One big part of the reason was the misalignment of the embouchure hole with the tone holes, which led to some serious sound production/intonation issues. This was solved by making use of the ``AULOS'' text on each of the parts as markings for alignment---this ensured that the small and circular embouchure hole is correctly angled off the small and circular tone holes. Another part that made me dislike the traverso then was that it seemingly could not speak as well as the other flutes. This was also a mistake on my part---the traverso was not meant to be of a ``big flute'' sound. The play style of the traverso was more akin to that of the recorder than to a modern day concert flute (or even the dizi), but my playing more than five years ago was definitely much worse than my current skills.
Once those two situations were remedied, I started to fall in love with the sweet nonsense that was the traverso.
Being tuned to A415 has another interesting side effect---the tone holes were much farther apart as compared to one that was tuned to A440 due to the natural increase in the length of the air column to support the longer wave length of the fundamental. Comparing the Stanesby Junior with the Grenser (a similar traverso-like instrument but tuned to A440 and with larger tone holes) would show that the Stanesby Junior was a good 17mm longer. 17mm does not sound like much, but when it involves finger stretching, it can mean a lot to someone who has shorter fingers.
Fortunately, I do not have that problem. My fingers aren't exactly very long for my height, but I think they are long enough to not have to feel any strain when holding the A415 traverso using the orthodox method.
I had to relearn listening to the intervals though---I find that as I was playing the different scales using what I have learnt from the fingering patterns of the dizi (modified to use the actual traverso's actual fingering pattern), I can actually hear the difference in the intervals, which makes an interesting ear training exercise.
I've not really brought myself towards playing some hardcore baroque music with the traverso just yet---still trying to develop a good feel for the cross fingering and the tone shading possibilities for now. While the traverso runs counter to what I have been looking for in my instruments (consistency in tone across registers, standard equal temperament intervals that allow shading to fit the actual temperament needed for the music function, large dynamic range), it has its own place.
In a time of the COVID-19, with rehearsals still barred for the TGCC Chinese Orchestra, music making has been relegated to a solo affair. And in this particular circumstance, an instrument with such nuances becomes a much greater friend than the loud stuff that I have.
Till the next update.
Tuesday, January 19, 2021
The Tension of Book-Knowledge and Experience-Knowledge
There always exist a tetchy tension between book-knowledge and experience-knowledge, and in many ways, this tension has gotten increasingly worse over the years.
The experience-knowledge proponents assert the claim that no book-knowledge will ever be sufficient, and that the only worthy knowledge is that of experience-knowledge. And because of that, proponents of this ideology who are also employers are more likely to want to hire people who have been in the field for years over someone who has freshly graduated from some institute of higher learning.
For those who are non-employers, it means that they cast shade on anything that they (or people that they know) personally did not experience. This is part of the reason why misinformation and disinformation are becoming endemic problems in the modern hyper-connected era---what constitutes as ``people that they know'' have been largely increased through the virtual communities, with people ascribing a closer relationship among strangers than they would normally do so in meat space only because they seem to be emotionally close over a very narrow range of domains.
I think this extreme is not right.
The other extreme is no better; academics and experts throwing shade at individual experiences, concluding that those experiences are nonsensical because they are not ``subjected to a rigorous scrutiny through well-defined methods''. That level of hubris contributes to the overall disconnect between the experts and the layperson. The implicit claim here is that the only valid/truthful knowledge is that of book-knowledge, and that experience-knowledge that is not codified into book-knowledge is not knowledge at all.
That extreme is not right either.
I like to see things from a different perspective. Experience-knowledge is the source of all types of human knowledge---it has existed before the invention of the written language and is a cornerstone of human civilisation. But experience-knowledge is not scalable, since it requires a ``direct transmission'' from one experience-knowledge holder to a neophyte. This method of transmission is thus highly limited by geographical and cultural boundaries.
Book-knowledge is the accumulation and summarisation of various types of experience-knowledge into a pithy form. It contains all that is necessary to bootstrap a neophyte into the right frame of mind that is learnt from experience-knowledge, but is not sufficient in that there are sufficient nuances that would benefit from an experience-knowledge holder. This aspect holds even for really abstract knowledge domains that deal purely with ideas, like mathematics or even philosophy---merely reading the book-knowledge is insufficient to develop a level of understanding that can be termed as intuitive, or embedded deeply enough that the reader of the book-knowledge has incorporated the book-knowledge into his/her experience-knowledge.
So I agree in part to the experience-knowledge proponents that book-knowledge is insufficient, but I disagree completely that the only worthy knowledge is that of experience-knowledge.
Another angle to look at this is to consider what type of knowledge is encoded in both book-knowledge and experience-knowledge.
Most times, for the sake of brevity, book-knowledge stores only positive examples, a technical term that simply states that ``only positive assertions are recorded''. Thus, on a book about cats (for example), we will see attributes that are present in cats recorded in this book, with the omission of attributes that are absent in cats---this is because the set of attributes that are related to that of a cat is supposedly finite compared to that of the set of attributes that are unrelated to that of a cat.
However, experience-knowledge does not have such a restriction. In many cases, I would say that experience-knowledge has the strong potential of storing more negative examples than positive ones. Continuing upon the ``book of cats'' analogy, the experience-knowledge will contain some attributes that are present in cats, but will also contain many attributes that are absent in cats.
To expand upon the employer analogy I brought up earlier, it means that, paradoxically, it is more important to determine the types of negative examples that the candidate possesses in his/her experience-knowledge instead of just the positive examples to determine his/her suitability. Of course, there is a bit more to that---it is necessary to determine the types of negative examples that the candidate's experience-knowledge contains, but it is also important to see what the candidate has learnt from that. Negative examples are useless unless one learns something of importance from it---a person who has experienced nothing but failures is as suspicious as one who has experienced nothing but successes. When one experiences all failures/successes, it is likely that he/she does not actually have a good diversification of experience-knowledge, which means that he/she is not as strong a candidate since he/she probably has little chance to learn the type of nuances that book-knowledge fail to capture. In other words, a person with experience-knowledge of either all failures or all successes is no different from one who has only book-knowledge.
So yes, while [good representation in] experience-knowledge makes one a superior specimen of a person, book-knowledge is a great way to bypass the scaling problem of learning by providing a good enough summary of good rules of thumb to bootstrap the reader. To claim that one type of knowledge is dominant over the other kind is the type of extreme rule of thumb that is nice because of the lack of a cognitive load, but is feckless.
That's all I have for today. Till the next update.
The experience-knowledge proponents assert the claim that no book-knowledge will ever be sufficient, and that the only worthy knowledge is that of experience-knowledge. And because of that, proponents of this ideology who are also employers are more likely to want to hire people who have been in the field for years over someone who has freshly graduated from some institute of higher learning.
For those who are non-employers, it means that they cast shade on anything that they (or people that they know) personally did not experience. This is part of the reason why misinformation and disinformation are becoming endemic problems in the modern hyper-connected era---what constitutes as ``people that they know'' have been largely increased through the virtual communities, with people ascribing a closer relationship among strangers than they would normally do so in meat space only because they seem to be emotionally close over a very narrow range of domains.
I think this extreme is not right.
The other extreme is no better; academics and experts throwing shade at individual experiences, concluding that those experiences are nonsensical because they are not ``subjected to a rigorous scrutiny through well-defined methods''. That level of hubris contributes to the overall disconnect between the experts and the layperson. The implicit claim here is that the only valid/truthful knowledge is that of book-knowledge, and that experience-knowledge that is not codified into book-knowledge is not knowledge at all.
That extreme is not right either.
I like to see things from a different perspective. Experience-knowledge is the source of all types of human knowledge---it has existed before the invention of the written language and is a cornerstone of human civilisation. But experience-knowledge is not scalable, since it requires a ``direct transmission'' from one experience-knowledge holder to a neophyte. This method of transmission is thus highly limited by geographical and cultural boundaries.
Book-knowledge is the accumulation and summarisation of various types of experience-knowledge into a pithy form. It contains all that is necessary to bootstrap a neophyte into the right frame of mind that is learnt from experience-knowledge, but is not sufficient in that there are sufficient nuances that would benefit from an experience-knowledge holder. This aspect holds even for really abstract knowledge domains that deal purely with ideas, like mathematics or even philosophy---merely reading the book-knowledge is insufficient to develop a level of understanding that can be termed as intuitive, or embedded deeply enough that the reader of the book-knowledge has incorporated the book-knowledge into his/her experience-knowledge.
So I agree in part to the experience-knowledge proponents that book-knowledge is insufficient, but I disagree completely that the only worthy knowledge is that of experience-knowledge.
Another angle to look at this is to consider what type of knowledge is encoded in both book-knowledge and experience-knowledge.
Most times, for the sake of brevity, book-knowledge stores only positive examples, a technical term that simply states that ``only positive assertions are recorded''. Thus, on a book about cats (for example), we will see attributes that are present in cats recorded in this book, with the omission of attributes that are absent in cats---this is because the set of attributes that are related to that of a cat is supposedly finite compared to that of the set of attributes that are unrelated to that of a cat.
However, experience-knowledge does not have such a restriction. In many cases, I would say that experience-knowledge has the strong potential of storing more negative examples than positive ones. Continuing upon the ``book of cats'' analogy, the experience-knowledge will contain some attributes that are present in cats, but will also contain many attributes that are absent in cats.
To expand upon the employer analogy I brought up earlier, it means that, paradoxically, it is more important to determine the types of negative examples that the candidate possesses in his/her experience-knowledge instead of just the positive examples to determine his/her suitability. Of course, there is a bit more to that---it is necessary to determine the types of negative examples that the candidate's experience-knowledge contains, but it is also important to see what the candidate has learnt from that. Negative examples are useless unless one learns something of importance from it---a person who has experienced nothing but failures is as suspicious as one who has experienced nothing but successes. When one experiences all failures/successes, it is likely that he/she does not actually have a good diversification of experience-knowledge, which means that he/she is not as strong a candidate since he/she probably has little chance to learn the type of nuances that book-knowledge fail to capture. In other words, a person with experience-knowledge of either all failures or all successes is no different from one who has only book-knowledge.
So yes, while [good representation in] experience-knowledge makes one a superior specimen of a person, book-knowledge is a great way to bypass the scaling problem of learning by providing a good enough summary of good rules of thumb to bootstrap the reader. To claim that one type of knowledge is dominant over the other kind is the type of extreme rule of thumb that is nice because of the lack of a cognitive load, but is feckless.
That's all I have for today. Till the next update.
Sunday, January 17, 2021
Sabbatical Begins
What a week!
I have finally completed the last bunch of paperwork that is necessary for my out-processing, and now I am officially out of the company.
I wanted to say that I was also ``out of a job'', but it did not feel right because I still had things that I needed to do, with the only caveat that they did not pay in terms of money. So perhaps the best way of saying it is that I am also ``out of a paying job''.
Okay, now I am officially out of the company, and thus out of a paying job.
Do I fear the future? No, not really. God is with me, and I am learning to be with Him, to trust Him, to fear Him, and to be guided by Him. In a future of chaos and thus uncertainty, knowing that God is the anchorpoint is of great solace. It is the font from which all possibilities pour out of, and it is thus the single greatest source of all. He is the Certainty.
There can be no wrong to live a life that God approves. And that is what this entire sabbatical is supposed to achieve.
To some, I will sound arrogant. While people are trying to apply for jobs frantically into the so-called ICT industry, I just made an exit with seemingly no other jobs lined up ahead of me---the action reeks of hubris. Perhaps it really is hubris, but it is what God has laid upon my heart, and thus, it has to be obeyed.
There are also more earthly-reasons for it, but they involve laying out some rather serious allegations (with associated evidence) that this blog is not the right forum for it. Let's just say that I am not the first to have left the company, and am not likely to be the last [within the window of a year] if certain things do not change, and leave it as that.
I think that's all I would like to write today. Till the next update!
I have finally completed the last bunch of paperwork that is necessary for my out-processing, and now I am officially out of the company.
I wanted to say that I was also ``out of a job'', but it did not feel right because I still had things that I needed to do, with the only caveat that they did not pay in terms of money. So perhaps the best way of saying it is that I am also ``out of a paying job''.
Okay, now I am officially out of the company, and thus out of a paying job.
Do I fear the future? No, not really. God is with me, and I am learning to be with Him, to trust Him, to fear Him, and to be guided by Him. In a future of chaos and thus uncertainty, knowing that God is the anchorpoint is of great solace. It is the font from which all possibilities pour out of, and it is thus the single greatest source of all. He is the Certainty.
There can be no wrong to live a life that God approves. And that is what this entire sabbatical is supposed to achieve.
To some, I will sound arrogant. While people are trying to apply for jobs frantically into the so-called ICT industry, I just made an exit with seemingly no other jobs lined up ahead of me---the action reeks of hubris. Perhaps it really is hubris, but it is what God has laid upon my heart, and thus, it has to be obeyed.
There are also more earthly-reasons for it, but they involve laying out some rather serious allegations (with associated evidence) that this blog is not the right forum for it. Let's just say that I am not the first to have left the company, and am not likely to be the last [within the window of a year] if certain things do not change, and leave it as that.
I think that's all I would like to write today. Till the next update!
Monday, January 11, 2021
``Career'' is a Misnomer
The weekend just passed was a particularly long one that is an even more accurate rendering of the sabbatical to come.
I had taken leave from Thursday till Monday (i.e. today) inclusive, and it was definitely a very different feeling to be waking up with little to no dread on what it was that I needed to do at work to justify the eight hours of pay that I was to be given for that day at the end of the month. I also did not have to face the other type of dread of having too much of something disagreeable to work on, wondering if the twenty-four hours of a day was sufficient for me to complete all that needs to be completed.
Why should the working life be oscillating between these two extremes with nothing in between is a mystery that needs to be solved at some point. For me, the solution is simple: re-think what it is that I want with my life.
``Career'' is a misnomer. The more I think about it, the more I am forced to acknowledge that the concept of a career is misplaced. At the risk of sounding like a supporter of communism, the idea of a ``career'' seems to be the capitalistic way of ensuring that people are forever stuck within the capitalistic system of work through the dangling of rewards in the form of a more important sounding title, with the dangling of supposedly increased monetary compensation [that is steadily eroded these days as the corporation becomes increasingly top heavy].
``Here! Work harder, like 9-9-6, so that you can earn that salary that will be the envy of your peers! 40-hour work weeks are for chumps---you must have the passion and work over and beyond the 40 hours [that I am paying you] so that you can improve yourself to take yourself higher into your career! Everyone should know how to manage---managing is the epitome of success [because only chumps and eggheads will try to maintain technical excellence]. Everyone should be well-rounded in all aspects of infocomm technology---be ready to handle devops, cloud deployment/management, back-end development, front-end development, customer requirement analysis to be a great engineer [so that I don't have to hire the 5 other people needed, and can justify why I am only paying you 40 hours while you are working 80]. App making is easy! See that kid? He already published his 20-million-dollar app while he is only nine years old!''
What is a career? Why does everyone seem to believe that it must always be vertical in nature, and that if one does not become a leader/manager, then one is not good enough? This is the type of industry that I am currently caught in, where the knowledge workers are getting heavily exploited by the business people who do not see knowledge workers as semi-creative value-adding people, but as expendable labour to churn out the type of low-value widgets that manufacturing had perfected more than ten years ago.
It is a race to the bottom. A somewhat creative field that is now heavily promoted in a way to artificially increase supply, so that the competition for the demand is raised to the point that companies can lower the price point while simultaneously appealing to ``passion'' as the magic bullet to squeeze out more labour hours.
I think that working as a so-called knowledge worker is worse than working as a so-called blue collar worker. At least the latter group has labour laws and unions on their side to protect them from the most egregious forms of exploitation.
Also, at least the tasks that are done by the blue collar workers can be intuitively understood by those business types who make the decisions. The level of misunderstanding of what machine learning, data mining, and artificial intelligence can do among the business types shock me beyond what I can imagine. ``Oh let's just use AI for this! Let's use machine learning for this! Let's toss in a blockchain!'' Why? How would it help? What is the business case that requires such technologies?
``But that's a technical detail---you tell me if it can be done!''
It's akin to asking can one use the word ``nictitate'' inside the business prospectus. ``I don't care---`nictitate' is the new hotness, and I want it to be inside our business plan. I don't know how to fit it in, but it's just a technical detail, so you technical folks figure out how to put in the word `nictitate' into the business plan. And have it ready for roll out within one month, mmmkay?''
As workers, we are all disposable---this is something that I have accepted. But to be disposable due to the incompetence of those who are making decisions is not an easy to stomach outcome. I think eventually more will see the world for what it is rather than through the rose-tinted glasses that have been promulgated through the various mouthpieces.
``But MT, if you don't like the status quo, you can always change it! So why aren't you changing it?''
I am. That is why I am on a sabbatical. To really sit down, to think, to pray, and to figure out what is really important in my life. I am not trying to change the world---the world can go sort itself out since I have no sphere of influence over it. But I do have a sphere of influence and responsibility on what I think, do, and whom I influence, and so I will do what I can within those fields.
It is the only way forward.
I had taken leave from Thursday till Monday (i.e. today) inclusive, and it was definitely a very different feeling to be waking up with little to no dread on what it was that I needed to do at work to justify the eight hours of pay that I was to be given for that day at the end of the month. I also did not have to face the other type of dread of having too much of something disagreeable to work on, wondering if the twenty-four hours of a day was sufficient for me to complete all that needs to be completed.
Why should the working life be oscillating between these two extremes with nothing in between is a mystery that needs to be solved at some point. For me, the solution is simple: re-think what it is that I want with my life.
``Career'' is a misnomer. The more I think about it, the more I am forced to acknowledge that the concept of a career is misplaced. At the risk of sounding like a supporter of communism, the idea of a ``career'' seems to be the capitalistic way of ensuring that people are forever stuck within the capitalistic system of work through the dangling of rewards in the form of a more important sounding title, with the dangling of supposedly increased monetary compensation [that is steadily eroded these days as the corporation becomes increasingly top heavy].
``Here! Work harder, like 9-9-6, so that you can earn that salary that will be the envy of your peers! 40-hour work weeks are for chumps---you must have the passion and work over and beyond the 40 hours [that I am paying you] so that you can improve yourself to take yourself higher into your career! Everyone should know how to manage---managing is the epitome of success [because only chumps and eggheads will try to maintain technical excellence]. Everyone should be well-rounded in all aspects of infocomm technology---be ready to handle devops, cloud deployment/management, back-end development, front-end development, customer requirement analysis to be a great engineer [so that I don't have to hire the 5 other people needed, and can justify why I am only paying you 40 hours while you are working 80]. App making is easy! See that kid? He already published his 20-million-dollar app while he is only nine years old!''
What is a career? Why does everyone seem to believe that it must always be vertical in nature, and that if one does not become a leader/manager, then one is not good enough? This is the type of industry that I am currently caught in, where the knowledge workers are getting heavily exploited by the business people who do not see knowledge workers as semi-creative value-adding people, but as expendable labour to churn out the type of low-value widgets that manufacturing had perfected more than ten years ago.
It is a race to the bottom. A somewhat creative field that is now heavily promoted in a way to artificially increase supply, so that the competition for the demand is raised to the point that companies can lower the price point while simultaneously appealing to ``passion'' as the magic bullet to squeeze out more labour hours.
I think that working as a so-called knowledge worker is worse than working as a so-called blue collar worker. At least the latter group has labour laws and unions on their side to protect them from the most egregious forms of exploitation.
Also, at least the tasks that are done by the blue collar workers can be intuitively understood by those business types who make the decisions. The level of misunderstanding of what machine learning, data mining, and artificial intelligence can do among the business types shock me beyond what I can imagine. ``Oh let's just use AI for this! Let's use machine learning for this! Let's toss in a blockchain!'' Why? How would it help? What is the business case that requires such technologies?
``But that's a technical detail---you tell me if it can be done!''
It's akin to asking can one use the word ``nictitate'' inside the business prospectus. ``I don't care---`nictitate' is the new hotness, and I want it to be inside our business plan. I don't know how to fit it in, but it's just a technical detail, so you technical folks figure out how to put in the word `nictitate' into the business plan. And have it ready for roll out within one month, mmmkay?''
As workers, we are all disposable---this is something that I have accepted. But to be disposable due to the incompetence of those who are making decisions is not an easy to stomach outcome. I think eventually more will see the world for what it is rather than through the rose-tinted glasses that have been promulgated through the various mouthpieces.
``But MT, if you don't like the status quo, you can always change it! So why aren't you changing it?''
I am. That is why I am on a sabbatical. To really sit down, to think, to pray, and to figure out what is really important in my life. I am not trying to change the world---the world can go sort itself out since I have no sphere of influence over it. But I do have a sphere of influence and responsibility on what I think, do, and whom I influence, and so I will do what I can within those fields.
It is the only way forward.
Thursday, January 07, 2021
``Contempt'' is the Reason
- contempt
- the feeling that a person or a thing is worthless or beneath consideration
``Contempt'' is the word that I have found to best describe the bad vibes that I had felt. Contempt---the feeling that I was worthless or beneath consideration. In other words, the sense of not being valued.
Ah, but what is value?
- value
- the regard that something is held to deserve; the importance, worth, or usefulness of something
In other words, the feeling of contempt that I had felt is not universal, but is dependent on the context in which I had existed in. And thus, to not feel the contempt (whether of the self or of someone else) requires a change of the context.
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Naq fb V pna er-pbagrkghnyvfr [ntnva] jul gur ynfg eryngvbafuvc raqrq gur jnl vg qvq---gur bgure cnegl unq frra zr va pbagrzcg, juvpu rkcynvarq gur fhofrdhrag crefban aba tengn nfcrpg.
Why the sudden epiphany on ``contempt''? I blame it on reading this entry in a thread---and the answers started to click together.
With an acknowledgement of what had transpired comes a path towards future enlightenment on how to proceed. Future-me, this is for you: find a path where you will not be treated in contempt. I will try not to die before you are ready, that is all that I can offer you. Trust in God, for He is your rock and anchor.
After all, what we do, and where we go to do it, are all part of the grand plan of the Creator---things happen according to His will and His will alone.
And that's all I have for today. Till the next update.
Monday, January 04, 2021
What a Weekend
What a weekend.
A preview of what is to come during my upcoming sabbatical/re-alignment journey, where my wakefulness is controlled by the diurnal cycle instead of the need to be heading to the office.
It is not too bad, actually. I am surprised that my priority wasn't to be playing computer games, but to do reading of all sorts. Don't get me wrong, I still play some video games in between, but they are more of the quick sort instead of a multi-decade-hour extravaganza. More Jupiter Hell and less Halo.
The bookshelf at home has undergone another small round of re-organisation. I have read quite a few of the books that I had set up to be in easy reach, and as such, it was time to shift things around so that other books that I would want to read are actually made easily available. I think it is a good time to explore other aspects of knowledge (and by extension, my interests) during this period of reflection and re-alignment.
As to what they may be, I think I will eventually talk about them here.
And AGDQ 2021 is now live. That is always a plus.
That's all I have for now. Till the next update, I suppose.
A preview of what is to come during my upcoming sabbatical/re-alignment journey, where my wakefulness is controlled by the diurnal cycle instead of the need to be heading to the office.
It is not too bad, actually. I am surprised that my priority wasn't to be playing computer games, but to do reading of all sorts. Don't get me wrong, I still play some video games in between, but they are more of the quick sort instead of a multi-decade-hour extravaganza. More Jupiter Hell and less Halo.
The bookshelf at home has undergone another small round of re-organisation. I have read quite a few of the books that I had set up to be in easy reach, and as such, it was time to shift things around so that other books that I would want to read are actually made easily available. I think it is a good time to explore other aspects of knowledge (and by extension, my interests) during this period of reflection and re-alignment.
As to what they may be, I think I will eventually talk about them here.
And AGDQ 2021 is now live. That is always a plus.
That's all I have for now. Till the next update, I suppose.
Friday, January 01, 2021
Quick Summary
So, a quick summary of what I had written in 2020:
That's an average of 0.134 pieces of writing a day, compared to 0.038 last year. Considering all that had happened to me, I would call this a rather dramatic increase. That natural progression that I talked about as life started to fall into a discernible pattern had been badly disrupted.
In stark contrast to 2019, after hitting the new high with what I can do on my 笛子 and concert flute, and the increased closeness that Chara and I had after she had rebased herself in Singapore, I found myself unable to perform with my instruments for most of the year, and my heart shattered into a thousand pieces when she broke up with me. If there was anything to blame, it would be that of the winds of change from COVID-19 that robbed almost everyone of their sense of normality, a little like the random restarts that one would perform on an optimisation problem after applying the Monte Carlo Markov Chain algorithm.
After about sixteen months of working at the medium enterprise, I have decided to call it quits to re-centre myself and to work through what is meaningful for me.
The emergent health issue that I had referred to at the start of 2020 had been resolved---thank God for that. And coincidentally, I became the trailblazer to assist in handling other emergent health issues in the family; the experience that I gained through my own ordeal served as a good source of information for the rest of my family who ended up taking turns with their own emergent health issues.
As I am writing this summary, I found my past self rather prescient. Here is the relevant chunk:
And I suppose that is the one good thing that came out of the dumpster fire that was 2020, and that is I have found salvation by acknowledging that Jesus Christ is my personal saviour, and that the Bible is the inerrant word of God Himself. When everything changes, God Himself does not. Which brings me back to the last big thing that I was talking about in an earlier paragraph---I had quit my job. Everyone that had learnt about it expressed confusion, and they all asked the same question: why did I do so?
The answer is the same: it is time for me to go. Specifically, God has laid it upon my heart to know that it is time for me to leave this job. It was not a decision that was made in haste, nor was it made in anger. It was one that was conceived in faith, supported with hard rational evidence, and calculated to happen when it did with a little serendipity from the Lord. While there were obviously going to be systematic issues that contributed to ``pushing'' me out, there was also an overall sense that there was still a mission that I needed to do that could not be done where I was. There are some who think me as being foolhardy for leaving without having a job lined up, but I begged to differ---there was no point staying for the money if the heart was no longer into it. The things that I was doing at work felt increasingly meaningless, both in terms of my training/interest, and in terms of matching the actual vision/impact.
In short, I was not doing something that would glorify God. And it is a no-no. Let whoever reads what I had written here draw their own conclusions---it is a retrospective, not an argumentative essay meant to sway any views.
With the ending of that long relationship with Chara, I no longer feel comfortable with beginning another one---I don't know if this will change, and if it will, when it will change. My meaning of life prior to 2020 was to raise a family and live in bliss with my spouse; now that is over, and with it, the meaning is lost. Work never had any meaning more than just putting food on the table.
So what is next for me? I honestly do not know, and that's why I had to quit when I did. To take time off to re-think about things, to pray to God to show a path that He would want me to follow, so that I can follow it, achieving glory for God through the talents and opportunities that He has set me up for.
2021 will be a pivot point for my life. Years on, I would look back upon this year and either stroke my chin meaningfully, or slap my forehead in exasperation. I cannot see anything beyond the March 2021 horizon again, so I suppose there is something large that will be happening then. I don't know what it will be, but I know that God is there, and that my life is in His hands. He is my rock and anchor, and my faith is built upon that rock.
He will not deny me of the ultimate salvation, but He may still allow me to suffer if it is of His will to do so.
Amen.
- 7 poems posted here
- 35 essays/rants posted here
- 3 prose/stories posted here
- 1 NaNoWriMo winning entry available here
- 3 pieces of compositions/rearrangements posted here
That's an average of 0.134 pieces of writing a day, compared to 0.038 last year. Considering all that had happened to me, I would call this a rather dramatic increase. That natural progression that I talked about as life started to fall into a discernible pattern had been badly disrupted.
In stark contrast to 2019, after hitting the new high with what I can do on my 笛子 and concert flute, and the increased closeness that Chara and I had after she had rebased herself in Singapore, I found myself unable to perform with my instruments for most of the year, and my heart shattered into a thousand pieces when she broke up with me. If there was anything to blame, it would be that of the winds of change from COVID-19 that robbed almost everyone of their sense of normality, a little like the random restarts that one would perform on an optimisation problem after applying the Monte Carlo Markov Chain algorithm.
After about sixteen months of working at the medium enterprise, I have decided to call it quits to re-centre myself and to work through what is meaningful for me.
The emergent health issue that I had referred to at the start of 2020 had been resolved---thank God for that. And coincidentally, I became the trailblazer to assist in handling other emergent health issues in the family; the experience that I gained through my own ordeal served as a good source of information for the rest of my family who ended up taking turns with their own emergent health issues.
As I am writing this summary, I found my past self rather prescient. Here is the relevant chunk:
2020 is going to be a tough year. ... Apart from that, at a personal level, there are many other things that are happening that I do not necessarily have control over. I cannot even see past the March 2020 horizon for some reason---that is how myopic I feel at times.Only God knew that I would prophesy for myself like that.
And I suppose that is the one good thing that came out of the dumpster fire that was 2020, and that is I have found salvation by acknowledging that Jesus Christ is my personal saviour, and that the Bible is the inerrant word of God Himself. When everything changes, God Himself does not. Which brings me back to the last big thing that I was talking about in an earlier paragraph---I had quit my job. Everyone that had learnt about it expressed confusion, and they all asked the same question: why did I do so?
The answer is the same: it is time for me to go. Specifically, God has laid it upon my heart to know that it is time for me to leave this job. It was not a decision that was made in haste, nor was it made in anger. It was one that was conceived in faith, supported with hard rational evidence, and calculated to happen when it did with a little serendipity from the Lord. While there were obviously going to be systematic issues that contributed to ``pushing'' me out, there was also an overall sense that there was still a mission that I needed to do that could not be done where I was. There are some who think me as being foolhardy for leaving without having a job lined up, but I begged to differ---there was no point staying for the money if the heart was no longer into it. The things that I was doing at work felt increasingly meaningless, both in terms of my training/interest, and in terms of matching the actual vision/impact.
In short, I was not doing something that would glorify God. And it is a no-no. Let whoever reads what I had written here draw their own conclusions---it is a retrospective, not an argumentative essay meant to sway any views.
With the ending of that long relationship with Chara, I no longer feel comfortable with beginning another one---I don't know if this will change, and if it will, when it will change. My meaning of life prior to 2020 was to raise a family and live in bliss with my spouse; now that is over, and with it, the meaning is lost. Work never had any meaning more than just putting food on the table.
So what is next for me? I honestly do not know, and that's why I had to quit when I did. To take time off to re-think about things, to pray to God to show a path that He would want me to follow, so that I can follow it, achieving glory for God through the talents and opportunities that He has set me up for.
2021 will be a pivot point for my life. Years on, I would look back upon this year and either stroke my chin meaningfully, or slap my forehead in exasperation. I cannot see anything beyond the March 2021 horizon again, so I suppose there is something large that will be happening then. I don't know what it will be, but I know that God is there, and that my life is in His hands. He is my rock and anchor, and my faith is built upon that rock.
He will not deny me of the ultimate salvation, but He may still allow me to suffer if it is of His will to do so.
Amen.
Sunday, December 27, 2020
End Stretch of 2020
We are now on the end stretch of 2020.
This post will not be a full retrospective---I have a tendency to do that nearer the start of the next year as part of the usual statistics information on writing.
Very many things have gone in and out of my head, as well as my heart. Losses are aplenty, but gains are not too few either. Overall, it is hard to say if there is an overall gain or an overall loss.
But does it really matter in the grand scheme of things? Do I really need to keep a solid accounting of the so-called gains and losses on my own? I don't think so.
I think we'll leave the retrospective till when it is supposed to be out, and just switch gears to things that are less depressing.
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I have started on the Modesty Blaise comic series. I was introduced to this from a throwaway line from ashens, a long time Youtuber whose claim to fame is the sardonic humour displayed from reviewing various things on his infamous brown couch. The art style is on the realistic side, and follows the 3-panel format for each week. Naturally, the series had completed by now, but the serialised strips have been gathered into their own stories, and so the reading was relatively rapid.
It averages about30 or so strips 30 or so ``pages'' or about 120 strips of 3 panels per story, so about 100-ish panels per story arc, if the first 30 or so of the 99 stories are of any indication.
I like Modesty Blaise. It reminded me of the old adventure type comics like Tarzan, instead of the more common ``a gag a week'' type comics that are out there. The stories are old school, the art work is great given that it was monochrome, and it definitely entertains. I think there were a couple of movies made, but they were flops---I don't think that I am going to watch them though. Something about how the comic format does not quite translate well into the ``standard'' format of a 100-minute film; to pull it off successfully will either require a long enough caper (which definitely involves new writing), or some kind of better way of stringing a few story arcs together, which is hard because they often had one or two months of time interspersed among them implicitly, which could probably affect the pacing of the film.
All in all, still a cool comic, and I hope that I can finish it all before 2020 comes to an end. It is probably one of the few good things that came out of this dumpster fire of a year.
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I have recently read David Copperfield in the original as written by Charles Dickens, and I must say that it was definitely more impactful than the heavily abridged version that I had read some twenty plus summers ago. That abridged version was part of a series of classics that had a small squarish shape in it. It had the rough story line for sure, but what was missing was a lot of the atmosphere and inner dialogue in the original that made it the masterpiece it was.
There were times in the book where it had made me weep. I am unsure if it is because of the circumstance [of this year in general], or that the writing was just that good---I will leave it to the reader of this blog post to decide for themselves.
Bildungsroman---it seems like I cannot escape this genre. I don't feel bad about it, but am just merely making an observation.
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Not so recently, I had finally read two comics from a series that I had been looking for for years ever since I read the first one---it was a cross-over comic of Doraemon and Sun Wukong. The title of the first was 机器猫小叮当西游记（上）：《大战红孩儿》, and it was later on that I learnt that the second title was 机器猫小叮当西游记（下）：《女儿国之游》. It was by sheer happenstance that I came across these two titles---a friend was doing his spring cleaning and talking about his Doraemon comic collection when I was lamenting about not knowing how the story went after reading the first title of this 2-part series, when he promptly snapped a picture of both books and asked me if these were what I was looking for. Amazed, I replied in the affirmative and borrowed them both from him.
The stories of the first book was still as I had remembered them (that's good---it shows that I didn't hallucinate it), but I was a little disappointed with the stories of the second book. First of all, it ended on a cliff-hanger, since there was no resolution in anyway---there was no indication that the group successfully picked up the Tripitaka scriptures, nor was there any indication that 大雄 (Noby in official media, but I'm used to calling him by the Chinese name) nor Doraemon ever quit their journey to the west and head back to their own timeline/world. Secondly, when I was trying to find the provenance of the story to update my read list, I kept running into problems---none of the official lists and compendia were listing any of these two titles. It was infuriating.
I was starting to suspect that while the books are real (I can slam my head into them and give myself a concussion), they could have been some form of bootlegged fan fiction piece, which would explain the two things that I was pointing out. The third thing was that the entire crew of doraemon was not present in the story---only the three boys were there, despite having 宜靜 (靜香, Shizuka, or Sue) on the cover.
Anyway, I liked the cross-over a lot, but felt a little disappointed at the cliff-hanger. I cannot even say that it was tainted by nostalgia, but more like being affected by expectations.
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I suppose that's all I have to today's entry. And with that, I end at around 1000 words. Till the next one.
This post will not be a full retrospective---I have a tendency to do that nearer the start of the next year as part of the usual statistics information on writing.
Very many things have gone in and out of my head, as well as my heart. Losses are aplenty, but gains are not too few either. Overall, it is hard to say if there is an overall gain or an overall loss.
But does it really matter in the grand scheme of things? Do I really need to keep a solid accounting of the so-called gains and losses on my own? I don't think so.
I think we'll leave the retrospective till when it is supposed to be out, and just switch gears to things that are less depressing.
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I have started on the Modesty Blaise comic series. I was introduced to this from a throwaway line from ashens, a long time Youtuber whose claim to fame is the sardonic humour displayed from reviewing various things on his infamous brown couch. The art style is on the realistic side, and follows the 3-panel format for each week. Naturally, the series had completed by now, but the serialised strips have been gathered into their own stories, and so the reading was relatively rapid.
It averages about
I like Modesty Blaise. It reminded me of the old adventure type comics like Tarzan, instead of the more common ``a gag a week'' type comics that are out there. The stories are old school, the art work is great given that it was monochrome, and it definitely entertains. I think there were a couple of movies made, but they were flops---I don't think that I am going to watch them though. Something about how the comic format does not quite translate well into the ``standard'' format of a 100-minute film; to pull it off successfully will either require a long enough caper (which definitely involves new writing), or some kind of better way of stringing a few story arcs together, which is hard because they often had one or two months of time interspersed among them implicitly, which could probably affect the pacing of the film.
All in all, still a cool comic, and I hope that I can finish it all before 2020 comes to an end. It is probably one of the few good things that came out of this dumpster fire of a year.
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I have recently read David Copperfield in the original as written by Charles Dickens, and I must say that it was definitely more impactful than the heavily abridged version that I had read some twenty plus summers ago. That abridged version was part of a series of classics that had a small squarish shape in it. It had the rough story line for sure, but what was missing was a lot of the atmosphere and inner dialogue in the original that made it the masterpiece it was.
There were times in the book where it had made me weep. I am unsure if it is because of the circumstance [of this year in general], or that the writing was just that good---I will leave it to the reader of this blog post to decide for themselves.
Bildungsroman---it seems like I cannot escape this genre. I don't feel bad about it, but am just merely making an observation.
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Not so recently, I had finally read two comics from a series that I had been looking for for years ever since I read the first one---it was a cross-over comic of Doraemon and Sun Wukong. The title of the first was 机器猫小叮当西游记（上）：《大战红孩儿》, and it was later on that I learnt that the second title was 机器猫小叮当西游记（下）：《女儿国之游》. It was by sheer happenstance that I came across these two titles---a friend was doing his spring cleaning and talking about his Doraemon comic collection when I was lamenting about not knowing how the story went after reading the first title of this 2-part series, when he promptly snapped a picture of both books and asked me if these were what I was looking for. Amazed, I replied in the affirmative and borrowed them both from him.
The stories of the first book was still as I had remembered them (that's good---it shows that I didn't hallucinate it), but I was a little disappointed with the stories of the second book. First of all, it ended on a cliff-hanger, since there was no resolution in anyway---there was no indication that the group successfully picked up the Tripitaka scriptures, nor was there any indication that 大雄 (Noby in official media, but I'm used to calling him by the Chinese name) nor Doraemon ever quit their journey to the west and head back to their own timeline/world. Secondly, when I was trying to find the provenance of the story to update my read list, I kept running into problems---none of the official lists and compendia were listing any of these two titles. It was infuriating.
I was starting to suspect that while the books are real (I can slam my head into them and give myself a concussion), they could have been some form of bootlegged fan fiction piece, which would explain the two things that I was pointing out. The third thing was that the entire crew of doraemon was not present in the story---only the three boys were there, despite having 宜靜 (靜香, Shizuka, or Sue) on the cover.
Anyway, I liked the cross-over a lot, but felt a little disappointed at the cliff-hanger. I cannot even say that it was tainted by nostalgia, but more like being affected by expectations.
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I suppose that's all I have to today's entry. And with that, I end at around 1000 words. Till the next one.
Saturday, December 19, 2020
Life is Strange
Life is strange.
I began this year with great hopes on a lot of things. I was at a job that I didn't hate, knowing that if I put in the time and effort to help the company to grind through the deliverables, I would be allowed to get into my element to do what I was hired to do. I was in love with a wonderful woman, and we were slowly making our way towards a life together as man and wife. My community Chinese Orchestra is going on thirty years strong, and we're about to go for our anniversary performance this year in November. The future, as they say in a clichéd way, was bright.
Then tragedy in the form of COVID-19 struck.
The grind at my job got worse in many different ways, the woman I was in love with decided finally that there was no future with me since our paths in life were clearly diverging, and rehearsals for my Chinese Orchestra are basically stopped.
What a fuck up.
There is some light amid the darkness, like always. I found Jesus, and had accepted him as my personal saviour. I am leaving my job, figuring out that it was not worth the sacrifices that I was putting in. Not the kind of redemption arc that I was looking for, but at this point, I would take almost anything that isn't a net negative.
In retrospect, it seems like some kind of upheaval happens every twelve years or so in my life. Supernatural interference or coincidence, I leave you to decide. But twelve years is roughly the breakpoint for each decade of life, give or take some fudge factors.
As I near the end of my thirty-sixth year of existence, I have started to ask myself, what was it I wanted, and who am I.
No matter how I wanted to swing it, there is no denying that I am middle-aged at this point. Without screwing up too much, I'll probably live till at least seventy, after which it is up to how much money I have. My parents aren't likely to live beyond twenty years, so I have that going for me too.
What was it I wanted, and who am I?
Some have said that I have accomplished a lot. Truly, what is it I have accomplished? Gotten a Masters in Computer Science? Please, it was course-based, and hardly worth mentioning considering that I don't think I learnt more than what I had already known---it was mostly a paper gathering exercise to satisfy those who command capital, just like every other activity those of us who can only trade our labour (mental or menial) for some capital to re-new ourselves and continue to pay the upkeep cost of living in modern society.
I want to say, all I want now is just to be with the Lord, because there really isn't anything meaningful left to do in this life, but that would be a sin. Theologically, my life has been ransomed by Jesus through the cross, and so I am not allowed to just die like this without doing anything to bring glory to the name of God. Pragmatically, there is perhaps some use for me and my so-called qualities---it is just a case of finding the right fit. Despite all efforts to be as knowledgeable as I can be, the world in infocomm tech is always run by greedy capitalists---it is never enough. Oh you know machine learning? That's cool, but ah, you don't have certification in cloud stuff, so you are useless. Oh you can program in Java? That's cool, but really we are looking for someone in NodeJS. Oh you know algorithms? That's cool, but can you also do UI/UX design? No? Oh too bad.
What the holy hell is that supposed to mean? Is all that I have learnt throughout my twenty years of experience in computer science reduced to only whether I can follow the trends of the last five years?
I'm just... tired.
Tired of all this bullshit from the world of infocomm tech.
It is never enough.
You can have deep knowledge of something that people need, but they will always find some way of demeaning you by comparing you against what you don't have.
Oh, you are trained in artificial intelligence concepts? Cool cool... but ah, it seems you are not PMI certified. Yes yes I know our job description didn't put that in, but you know, it's understood, right? So many coders out there (by the way, did you know that we need more coders? hint hint wink wink), but we really need coders who can do UI/UX, database design, embedded system, mobile apps, cloud service management, customer management, and agile, because we want to have an end-to-end product in three months.
It is never enough.
Never mind that I have programmed in more than twenty different types of languages by syntax, semantics, and paradigms. Never mind that I can pick up the latest trending framework within a month. Never mind that I don't mind working hard in the beginning to get up to speed without any form of training just to help move things along so that I can finally do what I was hired to do. As long as I don't fit the ``code monkey'' stereotype, I don't count.
Only in the world of infocomm tech that one is expected to take courses and update one's knowledge on one's own dime and time. Want to get certified in cloud? Oh, please go take the AWS courses on your own time---you must take leave to go for seminars and take your exams. By the way, you are expected to get the certification for your job---if you don't get it by the end of your probation, well, we may need to re-evaluate your fit. Oh dear, you took AWS? Apparently we are going to use Azure now, so your certification isn't enough any more---please be a certified Azure engineer so that you can work with us.
It is never enough.
Infocomm tech needs better managers, especially with respect to software and things relating to software. Just because the artefact created cannot literally hurt one physically when mashed into one's head doesn't make it any easier---it actually makes things harder. Because unlike hardware, software does not have innate physics to control what can or cannot be done. The design and building of software requires a lot of thought to ensure that the physics (i.e. world-level constraints that restrict what can be done the way the laws of regular physics limit energies and power in the real world) is present and correct. If I build a circuit board with certain parameters, I know full well that if I exceed those parameters, there is a high chance I will break the circuit completely, and it will fail. But if I do that to software with incomplete physics, the software will still go on its merry way, leading to a breakage in some obscure future that no one can easily predict.
Agile as a concept is good---it is better to reach clearly defined checkpoints, testing and failing bad concepts early, and to keep progressing. Agile as some prescribed ritual is terrible. Agile as some prescribed ritual with cover-your-ass documentation requirements that come with a normal waterfall model is downright sacrilegious.
But what was it I wanted, and who am I?
I don't know fully right now. And that's why I need to take a break and re-think things. Many things, actually.
God doesn't draw one out of something, but draws one into something. I have a vague sense of what it is, but it will take time for the pieces to fall into place to provide a good direction for me to follow.
After all, what turns out in the end isn't of my will, but His. I have the power of choice, but in the grand scheme of things, He is still in control.
And when He tells me it is time to go, I cannot disobey. Amen.
I began this year with great hopes on a lot of things. I was at a job that I didn't hate, knowing that if I put in the time and effort to help the company to grind through the deliverables, I would be allowed to get into my element to do what I was hired to do. I was in love with a wonderful woman, and we were slowly making our way towards a life together as man and wife. My community Chinese Orchestra is going on thirty years strong, and we're about to go for our anniversary performance this year in November. The future, as they say in a clichéd way, was bright.
Then tragedy in the form of COVID-19 struck.
The grind at my job got worse in many different ways, the woman I was in love with decided finally that there was no future with me since our paths in life were clearly diverging, and rehearsals for my Chinese Orchestra are basically stopped.
What a fuck up.
There is some light amid the darkness, like always. I found Jesus, and had accepted him as my personal saviour. I am leaving my job, figuring out that it was not worth the sacrifices that I was putting in. Not the kind of redemption arc that I was looking for, but at this point, I would take almost anything that isn't a net negative.
In retrospect, it seems like some kind of upheaval happens every twelve years or so in my life. Supernatural interference or coincidence, I leave you to decide. But twelve years is roughly the breakpoint for each decade of life, give or take some fudge factors.
As I near the end of my thirty-sixth year of existence, I have started to ask myself, what was it I wanted, and who am I.
No matter how I wanted to swing it, there is no denying that I am middle-aged at this point. Without screwing up too much, I'll probably live till at least seventy, after which it is up to how much money I have. My parents aren't likely to live beyond twenty years, so I have that going for me too.
What was it I wanted, and who am I?
Some have said that I have accomplished a lot. Truly, what is it I have accomplished? Gotten a Masters in Computer Science? Please, it was course-based, and hardly worth mentioning considering that I don't think I learnt more than what I had already known---it was mostly a paper gathering exercise to satisfy those who command capital, just like every other activity those of us who can only trade our labour (mental or menial) for some capital to re-new ourselves and continue to pay the upkeep cost of living in modern society.
I want to say, all I want now is just to be with the Lord, because there really isn't anything meaningful left to do in this life, but that would be a sin. Theologically, my life has been ransomed by Jesus through the cross, and so I am not allowed to just die like this without doing anything to bring glory to the name of God. Pragmatically, there is perhaps some use for me and my so-called qualities---it is just a case of finding the right fit. Despite all efforts to be as knowledgeable as I can be, the world in infocomm tech is always run by greedy capitalists---it is never enough. Oh you know machine learning? That's cool, but ah, you don't have certification in cloud stuff, so you are useless. Oh you can program in Java? That's cool, but really we are looking for someone in NodeJS. Oh you know algorithms? That's cool, but can you also do UI/UX design? No? Oh too bad.
What the holy hell is that supposed to mean? Is all that I have learnt throughout my twenty years of experience in computer science reduced to only whether I can follow the trends of the last five years?
I'm just... tired.
Tired of all this bullshit from the world of infocomm tech.
It is never enough.
You can have deep knowledge of something that people need, but they will always find some way of demeaning you by comparing you against what you don't have.
Oh, you are trained in artificial intelligence concepts? Cool cool... but ah, it seems you are not PMI certified. Yes yes I know our job description didn't put that in, but you know, it's understood, right? So many coders out there (by the way, did you know that we need more coders? hint hint wink wink), but we really need coders who can do UI/UX, database design, embedded system, mobile apps, cloud service management, customer management, and agile, because we want to have an end-to-end product in three months.
It is never enough.
Never mind that I have programmed in more than twenty different types of languages by syntax, semantics, and paradigms. Never mind that I can pick up the latest trending framework within a month. Never mind that I don't mind working hard in the beginning to get up to speed without any form of training just to help move things along so that I can finally do what I was hired to do. As long as I don't fit the ``code monkey'' stereotype, I don't count.
Only in the world of infocomm tech that one is expected to take courses and update one's knowledge on one's own dime and time. Want to get certified in cloud? Oh, please go take the AWS courses on your own time---you must take leave to go for seminars and take your exams. By the way, you are expected to get the certification for your job---if you don't get it by the end of your probation, well, we may need to re-evaluate your fit. Oh dear, you took AWS? Apparently we are going to use Azure now, so your certification isn't enough any more---please be a certified Azure engineer so that you can work with us.
It is never enough.
Infocomm tech needs better managers, especially with respect to software and things relating to software. Just because the artefact created cannot literally hurt one physically when mashed into one's head doesn't make it any easier---it actually makes things harder. Because unlike hardware, software does not have innate physics to control what can or cannot be done. The design and building of software requires a lot of thought to ensure that the physics (i.e. world-level constraints that restrict what can be done the way the laws of regular physics limit energies and power in the real world) is present and correct. If I build a circuit board with certain parameters, I know full well that if I exceed those parameters, there is a high chance I will break the circuit completely, and it will fail. But if I do that to software with incomplete physics, the software will still go on its merry way, leading to a breakage in some obscure future that no one can easily predict.
Agile as a concept is good---it is better to reach clearly defined checkpoints, testing and failing bad concepts early, and to keep progressing. Agile as some prescribed ritual is terrible. Agile as some prescribed ritual with cover-your-ass documentation requirements that come with a normal waterfall model is downright sacrilegious.
But what was it I wanted, and who am I?
I don't know fully right now. And that's why I need to take a break and re-think things. Many things, actually.
God doesn't draw one out of something, but draws one into something. I have a vague sense of what it is, but it will take time for the pieces to fall into place to provide a good direction for me to follow.
After all, what turns out in the end isn't of my will, but His. I have the power of choice, but in the grand scheme of things, He is still in control.
And when He tells me it is time to go, I cannot disobey. Amen.
Sunday, December 06, 2020
T'is December
It's a Sunday. The first Sunday of the month of December.
What do I feel? I would want to say, I feel almost nothing.
It's just another day now, considering that I am no longer in a relationship with another person. I spend time nerding out, reading mostly, and then doing some other things that are more geeky/nerdy in nature.
Like playing my 笛子, or flute, or even the 埙, which was a gift to me from HY about a year and change ago, with the request that I record myself playing a piece for her.
I am still working on that. I think I should have something ready before 2021 swings by, and if I were late, it would not extend to beyond January, when I have a couple of leave days around my birthday to do things that I enjoy doing, away from work-related things.
The past few weekends were filled with the meeting up of various people. This weekend, it's a quite a quiet one. Just sitting at home, resting as much as it is possible given all the stresses that are upon me, self-inflicted or otherwise.
NaNoWriMo had come and gone, and I am back to what I would call the new usual.
It was as though I had never been involved in a significant relationship with someone for five years.
It is actually pretty scary how those five years just felt like a glitch in the matrix that seemed to have been rectified the moment the circuit breaker came about.
Is this really the fate of one who claims to be ``a man with hardly a past''?
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Life isn't so bad. I still have a job; in this time and age, I suppose that is the single most important thing. Job satisfaction, personal mental/physical health and the like are definitely secondary to just being able to pay the bills. And boy are there many bills to pay these days.
Bitterness isn't a good thing to feel. So I need to learn to not feel that way. It can be hard at times, but it is important to remember that the Lord is with me, and that I can entrust Him with my fears, and He will deliver me from them, somehow.
Hey, even if it means I get called back to be with the Lord, so be it.
As I am nearing my next integer year of existence, and being in this state where I am no longer in a serious relationship, I have been starting to question myself more and more seriously again about whether I am better off alone, corporally.
Maybe being alone, at least for now, will give me a chance to dream once again. I seem to have lost that ability to dream for quite a while, and that was before I was involved in that last serious relationship, so let's be honest and not play the blame game here.
But what is there to dream about? The world is really messed up... are there really any dreams left that are worth pursuing?
...or is serving the Lord totally and absolutely, eschewing all other forms of human institutions the only way forward?
These definitely require quite a bit of meditation and praying to ``get right''.
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In other news, I have slowly reduced the amount of liquor that I have in my stash. The latest one to be consumed completely is the Bacardi 151 that I had purchased back in December 2014. That was when I decided to make the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, which included Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, Johnny Walker, Jameson, and Bacardi 151. I can no longer make that drink because I have finished up all the liquor that go into it.
These days I just drink beer about once a month after a particularly long day of work with too many meetings at the bar near my office, Georges @ TS. Of course, I don't just drink beer... I also eat some (heh, more like too much) food, and do a lot of reading. It's just like when I would occasionally head down to Brotzeit @ VivoCity back in the day just to drink beer and read, except it is much closer. Georges @ TS being a small [franchise] bar meant that eventually the staff there knew me better, and there was always something to talk about every now and then as I take breaks between the reading.
Alcohol consumption is tricky, considering that I need to balance the amount of liver damage that I am willing to sustain, considering that Paracetamol is still the premier way of controlling tension headaches, but that drug does a real number on the liver, as does alcohol. Those two cannot mix, and I think that I thread a very fine line of permanent damage with the twenty-four-hour spacing that I set up.
But what's there to do? It's not like I can keep inviting friends out to chat and pass the time---I only have that many friends, and meeting them super often will only wear out my welcome.
Well, hello again books, my old companions from the dark dark times of secondary school. It seems like it's you and I all over again, almost as though nothing has changed in the twenty years in between.
Okay, when I start getting all maudlin with no other content is a sign that I have written enough for now. So, till the next update then.
What do I feel? I would want to say, I feel almost nothing.
It's just another day now, considering that I am no longer in a relationship with another person. I spend time nerding out, reading mostly, and then doing some other things that are more geeky/nerdy in nature.
Like playing my 笛子, or flute, or even the 埙, which was a gift to me from HY about a year and change ago, with the request that I record myself playing a piece for her.
I am still working on that. I think I should have something ready before 2021 swings by, and if I were late, it would not extend to beyond January, when I have a couple of leave days around my birthday to do things that I enjoy doing, away from work-related things.
The past few weekends were filled with the meeting up of various people. This weekend, it's a quite a quiet one. Just sitting at home, resting as much as it is possible given all the stresses that are upon me, self-inflicted or otherwise.
NaNoWriMo had come and gone, and I am back to what I would call the new usual.
It was as though I had never been involved in a significant relationship with someone for five years.
It is actually pretty scary how those five years just felt like a glitch in the matrix that seemed to have been rectified the moment the circuit breaker came about.
Is this really the fate of one who claims to be ``a man with hardly a past''?
------
Life isn't so bad. I still have a job; in this time and age, I suppose that is the single most important thing. Job satisfaction, personal mental/physical health and the like are definitely secondary to just being able to pay the bills. And boy are there many bills to pay these days.
Bitterness isn't a good thing to feel. So I need to learn to not feel that way. It can be hard at times, but it is important to remember that the Lord is with me, and that I can entrust Him with my fears, and He will deliver me from them, somehow.
Hey, even if it means I get called back to be with the Lord, so be it.
As I am nearing my next integer year of existence, and being in this state where I am no longer in a serious relationship, I have been starting to question myself more and more seriously again about whether I am better off alone, corporally.
Maybe being alone, at least for now, will give me a chance to dream once again. I seem to have lost that ability to dream for quite a while, and that was before I was involved in that last serious relationship, so let's be honest and not play the blame game here.
But what is there to dream about? The world is really messed up... are there really any dreams left that are worth pursuing?
...or is serving the Lord totally and absolutely, eschewing all other forms of human institutions the only way forward?
These definitely require quite a bit of meditation and praying to ``get right''.
------
In other news, I have slowly reduced the amount of liquor that I have in my stash. The latest one to be consumed completely is the Bacardi 151 that I had purchased back in December 2014. That was when I decided to make the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, which included Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, Johnny Walker, Jameson, and Bacardi 151. I can no longer make that drink because I have finished up all the liquor that go into it.
These days I just drink beer about once a month after a particularly long day of work with too many meetings at the bar near my office, Georges @ TS. Of course, I don't just drink beer... I also eat some (heh, more like too much) food, and do a lot of reading. It's just like when I would occasionally head down to Brotzeit @ VivoCity back in the day just to drink beer and read, except it is much closer. Georges @ TS being a small [franchise] bar meant that eventually the staff there knew me better, and there was always something to talk about every now and then as I take breaks between the reading.
Alcohol consumption is tricky, considering that I need to balance the amount of liver damage that I am willing to sustain, considering that Paracetamol is still the premier way of controlling tension headaches, but that drug does a real number on the liver, as does alcohol. Those two cannot mix, and I think that I thread a very fine line of permanent damage with the twenty-four-hour spacing that I set up.
But what's there to do? It's not like I can keep inviting friends out to chat and pass the time---I only have that many friends, and meeting them super often will only wear out my welcome.
Well, hello again books, my old companions from the dark dark times of secondary school. It seems like it's you and I all over again, almost as though nothing has changed in the twenty years in between.
Okay, when I start getting all maudlin with no other content is a sign that I have written enough for now. So, till the next update then.
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