Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Last week was really hot, I melted and didn't manage to get back into a piece, for a while though. Well, it is not safe nor suitable to swim in such hot air. Another month to go. That idea—is going to be hot—really kills me. I want to go to sea.
Whenever I think of writing, I will try to find some titles, could it be from the CD I am listening to, or it might be some of the classical poetry books, that sounds like a song title. By doing so, when I read my post again, I recall two stories in my mind; one from the title, and another one from what I have jotted down. Got the title from this website. Well, not really related thought.
In fact I was seaching for the word summer, and wanted to see if there is any songs, classic preferably, that related to summer. Living in Malaysia never thought me how to appreciate the heat. Never. It was only after I came to Japan then I started to feel I wanted more sun especially in winter.
I can hear the breeze and wave of sea in my ears.
A gentle night.
So, There is A Word for It, Blasé
Friday, July 16, 2004
Just came across a word, blasé.
"Having indulged in pleasure so much as to be unexcited by it; satiated and bored."
Who are those who feel blasé, I wonder. And why such a word for it. How it started? Why there is such an expression for it? And, after become blasé, what is the next stage for it? Or how to get back to normal? Or, is balsé a normal feeling? Or a kind of mental condition? Anything to do with pessimistic? Well, who knows? I don't know.
And what is the so-called pleasure, then? And why is it a french word? French is deep, huh?
Questions, questions, and questions.
We Live in a Wonderful World
Friday, July 16, 2004
There was this guy wearing a T-shirt titled as so this morning, we live in a wonderful world. Yeah, he's right. A wonderful world.
I was reading a mook—I read it before somehow I cannot recall what I read so I was reading it again—and it reminded me of Maine. In the mook, there is an interview with Alix Kates Shulman who writes a book entitled Drinking the Rain a while ago.
I recalled the Japanese version which I came across a few months back. It was rather expensive, almost triple the price of the normal book. It stopped me from buying it.
In the interview, Shulman says, the place where she spends almost half of the year living, is in long island, due to her book, now the place has become well known and started to change. So, her book about the place has become history. It was just the other day.
Monday is a public holiday, and yes, it is going to be a wonderful weekend. I will enjoy myself. Hope you will.
The Archives
Friday, July 16, 2004
This is one of "Things to be Done" on my lists which I have not been attended to for quite some time. Just a note to myself.
I have found a few new things to do with Tinderbox, and I meant to implement it into my tinder file, yet I still don't know why I don't feel like starting my ibook when I get home from work recently. I start to forget what I read, what I was thinking, and even forget what I forgot.
Got to go and look back the notes again and figure it out what to start next step.
Perhaps I have not found the main interest point in writing or reading. Oh, yeah, the pleasure. I think I am writing very boring posts recently. Haven't I read anything interesting? I have. But, I just don't know why I am not writing it down. Where has all my enthusiasm gone to?
Hey, anyone, if you have found it, could you give it to the guy at the lost and found? Thank you.
I need to search at the archives drawer, Perhaps.
The Shop Called Kopitiam
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
The main top page of this main site—it is in Japanese—is called Kopitiam, Malaysian Cyber Cafe. Thought of give it a change of the design. So, I played with some color. Apparently, it came out like some colour of duck's shit, the dark green muddy watery colour. It was easy to twist before. Now it seems hard as you got to test and try and preview a lot on the new browsers.
And that ended up the site has gone ugly like duck shit. That's really shit.
Server Down on A Public Holiday
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Yesterday was a public holiday. Took the kids to pool, enjoyed coffee at Doutur. And then found that I got an email and a missed call. Redialed and it was from the office. LAN and file sever were down. Tried to support via phone for a while, and the people in the office didnt know what to do next.
So, I went to the office, with the kids and my wife. After checked the server and HUB, I rebooted everything. It was back to normal! Was it that easy? Yes, it was. Small company, what do you expect? So, after that we went to the park. It was in the evening time about 4pm.
The mood of the park wasn't the same as the normal working day. Still full of people took their rest in the park. There were lots of dogs and ice-cream. The mood was more relax. And we went to Ginza after that. It's just across the street.
Due to the heat, I have been having lots of beer and alcohol. Apparently it cooled me off as I went a few times to the toilet. Drinking too much I guess.
There gone another day. Bought some books on the way back. So, I will have something to read in the train.
Colleague went home at 12am midnight.
Hot Is the Only Adjective
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Nothing new here. Just practice typing.
Never have I drank so much cocktails and water and tea in a day! I really need more water, especially on the way to work.
This morning I got one frozen mango and had been drinking it all the way to work. It really cooled me off. Is that how my day is going to go on? Give me a well that fulls of gold.
I Would Like to Think of Myself As a Journalist In a Very Literal Sense
Monday, July 26, 2004
Dylan Kinnett, who is working as intern at Eastgate, the company that developed the software that I am using—Tinderbox—has written something interesting dated on July 23, 2004. Well, admit it, he has spoken for me for the things that I have in mind. A person who keeps a journal, considers himself as a journalist is something very normal. Being a journalist by profession has to play with lots of rules that set by media. But, when weblog has become so common, everyone comes out to be "journalist" and do not play with the rules of the game, things are getting complicated. Yet, on a personal view point, someone who keeps a journal, a journalist, still got to keep a journal and to keep writing.
I would like to think of myself as a journalist, in a very literal sense of the word, as someone who keeps a journal. Or perhaps I mean a very literal correspondent although I don't write as many letters as I would like. For the next little while I'm going to keep my eyes open for ideas about ways to journal, and then, when I have satisfied that curiosity, I'll look into different ways to carry on correspondence.
What he mentions about truth, has another good point that reminds me to note it down. A Subjective truth.
I think:In a world where subjective truth is very true, and where the individual is king, "The Press" cannot be synonymous with "The Truth", or can it? I think the twenty-first century press is going to be more like history than it is like science. What I mean is, we will have accounts, not facts. There are, after all, only accounts of facts in the end, anyway.
Another link to keep in mind. The Reading Experience
The End of July
Thursday, July 29, 2004
I am off tomorrow. This was a replacement for me. Got lots of things to do in my mind.
If posible, let's go for a swim. I am bringing the kids to the pool almost every weekend and yet I have not really swum myself. The kids can float on their own now. But the stupid lifeguard will stop me from letting them alone. I can't imagine my small little girl Karin will drawn in the pool. She has been doing very well, she feels as if a fish in the pool!
I am thinking of going for a movie. Haven't been to cinema for long long time.
And at night, there is a do at Shin-okubo. The place is full of happening, but also an interesting place.
Will check it out. When was the last time I was there? Seems like long long ago.