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From a friend's Facebook Profile:
I really find this funny!
Anyway, today Cake was a nice cat and decided to, after hiding under the couch as Ninja Cake, patter off to his enclosure (I shouldn't call it an 'enclosure' but it really is!) peacefully. It definitely beat yesterday Monday, where I tried to entice him with an umbrella handle -- cat-handling him halfway -- and everything possible. Only the Waste Management Truck managed to scare him off into the bowels of the Toilet.
Yesterday, Cake decided that my hand smelt good and proceeded to NOM NOM NOM on it. D: Silly Cake! I batted his hand away and he was shocked and surprised because well frankly, no one has batted his hand away before? And then he wanted more. OH CAKE.
I'm currently reading Gombrich's The Story of Art in an attempt to give myself a crash course on Art History. It's about 500 pages long and I might finish it before I head off to Tokyo but I'll still ship it along its merry way? It's proving to be a good read. There's no pretense about it, Gombrich lays it down clear and simple. This is Art and this is art. There is almost no wrong reason to like a piece of art, but there are wrong ways to dislike something. It's so refreshing, from the past three semesters of academic jargon, to read something -- written by an academic no less -- that's easy to understand. Nevermind that the book is hugely and grossly thick, nevermind that it is 500 pages of tissue-paper thin sheets long; it is something like a haiku. Infinitely simple. The rolls of meaning are curled up in every sentence.
I've been busy the past few weeks, which accounts for my non-accounts of my life. And writing. I haven't been writing, save for a long paragraph. An opening for my short-story. But there has been nothing left. Writing the Buddhism essay has left me high and dry. I'm slowly repairing the travesty that I've written. Now that I look back on it, it looks superbly unpolished. Not publishable standard. I am screwed.
Still, there is Gombrich!
I have a whole pile of books on reservation at both BA and P&C and it's working against my Work For Japan savings plan! Granted that books are always a good investment, but I can't eat them when I'm hungry there. I'm chucking back all the Japanese editions of Soseki (514 yen is only $8!; 352 yen is $5!!! Japanese books are cheap in Japan!) I found in BA because I know I can get them cheaper at Book Off or any other bookstore in Japan. Though, I am still going to keep one of the longer essays I found (やがて哀しき外国語) until I find a copy in Japan. :)
I just checked for the books I just returned to the shelves. There are in stock in Kinokuniya Japan. Haha. I could just order them. (ISBN 9784101010014 and 9784101010137) When I'm there, I mean. The covers are really beautiful. I hope they have these editions when I get there!
I forsee myself placing orders every month and getting my brother to ship them off to me, my care package of books, once there is enough to justify a shipment. Told my brother that I'll pay him to pick things up like Monocle and books for me. Monocle is S$30 in Japan! I'm not spending that for something that costs $19.90 here! (That said, I'll be keeping my Kino card for Monocle. I don't get a discount off magazines at BA.)
So I need to slowly clear my stock of wishlists. I don't think anyone will give me books as a farewell gift (although that would be lovely). I don't have that many at P&C, but they're generally more expensive. (Zizek's book is $52!!) I will most probably clear another book, a.k.a buy, off the BA pile next week.
Working has left me want of energy and sleep. Not that I don't like work. I like being tired and sleepy because of work than being sleepy and tired because of nothing at all! Still, I am yawning slightly too often. It will all pass once the symposium is over!
Alright. Back to Gombrich -- I mean work.
Favourite Quotes:
I understand how scissors can beat paper, and I get how a rock can beat scissors, but there's no fucking way paper can beat rock. Is paper supposed to magically wrap around the rock and leave it immobile? Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they take notes in class? I’ll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody. A rock would tear that shit up in 2 seconds. When I play rock paper scissors, I always choose rock. then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh shit I’m sorry, I thought paper would protect you, you asshole.
About me:
14 things I REALLY hate about people..
* People who point at their wrist while asking for the time....I know where my watch is pal, where the f*ck is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?
* People who are willing to get off their arse to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.
* When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". F*cking right! What good is a cake if you can't eat it?
* When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the f*ck would you keep looking after you've found it? Do People do this? Who and where are they?
* When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No tosser, I paid 10 quid to come to the cinema and stare at the f*cking floor.
* People who ask "Can I ask you a question?". Didn't really give me a choice there, did you sunshine?
* When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it.
* When people say "life is short". What the f*ck?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever f*cking does!! What can you do that's longer?
* When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks, "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here,Kn*bhead?
* People who say things like 'My eyes aren't what they used to be'. So what did they used to be? ears, Wellington boots?
* When you're eating something and someone asks 'Is that nice?' No it's really revolting - I always eat stuff I hate.
* People who announce they are going to the toilet. Thanks that's an image I really didn't need.
* McDonalds staff who pretend they don't understand you unless you insert the 'Mc' before the item you are ordering.....It's has to be a McChicken Burger, just a Chicken Burger get blank looks. Well I'll have a McStraw and jam it in your McEyes you f*cking McTosser.
I really find this funny!
Anyway, today Cake was a nice cat and decided to, after hiding under the couch as Ninja Cake, patter off to his enclosure (I shouldn't call it an 'enclosure' but it really is!) peacefully. It definitely beat yesterday Monday, where I tried to entice him with an umbrella handle -- cat-handling him halfway -- and everything possible. Only the Waste Management Truck managed to scare him off into the bowels of the Toilet.
Yesterday, Cake decided that my hand smelt good and proceeded to NOM NOM NOM on it. D: Silly Cake! I batted his hand away and he was shocked and surprised because well frankly, no one has batted his hand away before? And then he wanted more. OH CAKE.
I'm currently reading Gombrich's The Story of Art in an attempt to give myself a crash course on Art History. It's about 500 pages long and I might finish it before I head off to Tokyo but I'll still ship it along its merry way? It's proving to be a good read. There's no pretense about it, Gombrich lays it down clear and simple. This is Art and this is art. There is almost no wrong reason to like a piece of art, but there are wrong ways to dislike something. It's so refreshing, from the past three semesters of academic jargon, to read something -- written by an academic no less -- that's easy to understand. Nevermind that the book is hugely and grossly thick, nevermind that it is 500 pages of tissue-paper thin sheets long; it is something like a haiku. Infinitely simple. The rolls of meaning are curled up in every sentence.
I've been busy the past few weeks, which accounts for my non-accounts of my life. And writing. I haven't been writing, save for a long paragraph. An opening for my short-story. But there has been nothing left. Writing the Buddhism essay has left me high and dry. I'm slowly repairing the travesty that I've written. Now that I look back on it, it looks superbly unpolished. Not publishable standard. I am screwed.
Still, there is Gombrich!
I have a whole pile of books on reservation at both BA and P&C and it's working against my Work For Japan savings plan! Granted that books are always a good investment, but I can't eat them when I'm hungry there. I'm chucking back all the Japanese editions of Soseki (514 yen is only $8!; 352 yen is $5!!! Japanese books are cheap in Japan!) I found in BA because I know I can get them cheaper at Book Off or any other bookstore in Japan. Though, I am still going to keep one of the longer essays I found (やがて哀しき外国語) until I find a copy in Japan. :)
I just checked for the books I just returned to the shelves. There are in stock in Kinokuniya Japan. Haha. I could just order them. (ISBN 9784101010014 and 9784101010137) When I'm there, I mean. The covers are really beautiful. I hope they have these editions when I get there!
I forsee myself placing orders every month and getting my brother to ship them off to me, my care package of books, once there is enough to justify a shipment. Told my brother that I'll pay him to pick things up like Monocle and books for me. Monocle is S$30 in Japan! I'm not spending that for something that costs $19.90 here! (That said, I'll be keeping my Kino card for Monocle. I don't get a discount off magazines at BA.)
So I need to slowly clear my stock of wishlists. I don't think anyone will give me books as a farewell gift (although that would be lovely). I don't have that many at P&C, but they're generally more expensive. (Zizek's book is $52!!) I will most probably clear another book, a.k.a buy, off the BA pile next week.
Working has left me want of energy and sleep. Not that I don't like work. I like being tired and sleepy because of work than being sleepy and tired because of nothing at all! Still, I am yawning slightly too often. It will all pass once the symposium is over!
Alright. Back to Gombrich -- I mean work.
