Gift Of Life

Today wifey gave birth to a healthy 3.2kg baby boy at SGH. How do you say thank you to a gift of life? I am at a loss for words.

I shall name him Luqman. Luqman the Leap Year baby.

Will post some pics of him soon.

Entrainment

Am facing the Mountain of Too Much again. Am not sure how, or when the accumulated piles of rocks turn into a mountain, overwhelming me with its sheer height and bearing me down with its weight. Am beginning to feel the numbing effect of too much to do, too little time to do it.

Perhaps I am picking up, unnecessarily, the pace of things that is picking up around me. Everyone is shuffling around at the speed of light doing their things chasing time. Every looming deadlines tower over us small creatures like how the hobbits would facing the Two Towers.

Reminds me of Timeshiftingby Stephan Rechtschaffen. He writes about entrainment, described as an unconscious "process that governs how various rythms fall into sync with one another". If you put two out-of-sync pendulum clock next to one another, in a short time they would exactly be in sync. So the same principle applies to atomic particles, the tides and us all, human beings. We pick up each other's rythms and the collective rythms of the world around us. yes, why not? That is plausible, given the cube farm i am working in.

The word entrainment can also mean "getting on a train". Hmm.

Belated Valentine Day Card

Wish I had this (see below) earlier so that I can send it to somebody I know for Valentine (mainly to celebrate the ambivalent feeling I have for this so-called "lovers' day"). You know who you are.

hehe...Adam Green's works joined my list of fav toons.

Collin Powell meltdown?

The Tragedy Of Collin Powell reduces my one-time hero to a *ohmegawd* spineless soldier. Had always thought of the man to be of better constituents than all the other Orcs that fill up Bush's troop. Had always regarded the rugged, opinionated and at times humorous fighter as the balancing factor in the Bush's camp of war-mongering trolls. Alas he too, melted under the strain of political pawn games.

~sigh.