the hazards of clubbing

Remember to scope the club out for cameras before you proceed any further.

This was at the blue monkey bar, downtown San Jose.


who runs the world

or more specifically, who runs your world?

Interesting snippets from BBC’s power series. It’s heartening to see the variety of answers.

“My mum. And football players like Pele, Zico and Ronaldo are important characters – I feel compelled to follow in their footsteps.” – Ronaldinho (soccer player)

“One shouldn’t have any doubts as to who runs the world – it’s women, of course.
It’s obvious, because all the important things in life are done either because of women or thanks to them.” – Yulia Tymoshenko is former Prime Minister of Ukraine.

“I’ve worked for GE for 23 years and the people who rule my world are investors and customers. – eff Immelt is Chairman and CEO of General Electric, the world’s largest corporation

“We live in a globalised world, in a world of mutual inter-dependence.
[The world is run by] a complicated structure of decision-making bodies, starting from local powers up to national and, for example, the EU, WTO, and UN.” – Mikhail Gorbachev

“Professionally, my world is run by the directors and producers who make films – but they have to ultimately rely on the audiences.” – Helena Bonham Carter

“I used to joke that we had 15 members in the Security Council but you have 16 – [that] CNN was another member. At a certain time, television is running your world, another time you may have men like Nelson Mandela or Pope John Paul II. It changes according to events.” – Boutros Boutros-Ghali

“If we think others run our world – for example the US because it is a superpower, or a certain German philosopher because he predicted the future – then we do nothing to shape our own world. The future is in our own hands.” – Shirin Ebadi is an Iranian Nobel peace prize winner.

senegal and gambia’s egg troubles

Senegal may tunnel under Gambia
“Senegal’s president has suggested building a tunnel under Gambia to link the country’s north and south.
Gambia – which is a long thin sliver of land surrounded by Senegal – has a stranglehold on the best routes between one part of Senegal and the other. “

I don’t claim to know the geo-political situation out there. But this reminds me of the egg troubles the Lilliputians had, which side of hard-boiled eggs should be broken first.

Living together, getting along seems to be a really hard concept to grasp these days. Whatever we’ve learned in our 5000 or so years of recorded human history, we seem to be losing really fast.

bubble stickers

This guy went around collecting pictures of stuff that people had written on bubble stickers that he stuck to posters in and around New York City. Some of the posts are hilarious.

If there was a way to track when people write stuff on what posters, it might even be used to keep track of live memes.. as in what are a lot of people thinking at any particular instant.

google video and nepal movement for democracy

I came across a google video of Paramendra Bhagat talking about his ideas on what is good and should be done in Nepal, politically, economically.
I have never heard of Parmendra before. Some of his ideas seem interesting enough to follow up on because they are tailored to Nepal’s economic and political situation, even thought the basis principle of the ideas were borrowed from things published/publicized elsewhere.
I googled him. Apparently he has a blog called the Democracy for Nepal blog. I’ll have to put it in my feed list.
What strikes me as revolutionary here, though, is the fact that I could get to the video footage about him talking on the internet. This was not possible before. It wasn’t even thinkable. Just imagine the reach of viral ideas. The promise of the internet has still not been fulfilled but the potential is there..
Here’s the video url.

Update: Some of Paramendra’s posts are downright egotistical and self-centered. But doesn’t everyone have their own pet peeves.

The desert vapors

A tribute to the Burningman project.

The music as thick as pasta
sticking and clinging
to my eardrums
piercing the liquidness
of my body and reaching for the heart

Pulsating and shouting
like a madman on a cliff
Hear me, be me, see me.

The fatness disappears
The dust settles
on beautiful faces
Darkness moves aside
giving way to
the river of emotions
that began when
we first started crawling
and is now beached
at the temple
doomed to burn
and be reborn.

Ecstasy abounds
The sights and sounds
The awakening of
souls through
thunderous grounds
deep in the night
finding others of likeness
and everyone else around

Shakes us to the
inner self, this
layer of confusion
juxtaposed on a simple
arrow of kindness
being offered as oranges
set forth
to raise us
and set us on the
way to the warmth
of the morning rays
hitting the whitewashed
faces, gleaming
with sweet perspiration
bursting forth
fragrance like
jasmine flowers on a full moon.

Bees with bellies full
of nectar heading
home, seven days
seven nights
it pouring dew
and gusts of satisfaction
Legions of colorful
and happy
soldiers of gratitude
pouring forth to paint this
emotionally scarred
and scary landscape

I grok this, I rejoice.
I understand. I’m here
I’m one of the soldiers
and fight, yeah
fight I will.

-by Lex Lapax �(09/01/2005)