Shinobu Nimura, tour guide:
Once back in Japan, I organize parties where my clients can exchange photos and reminisce. Without exception, the best stories revolve around things that, at the time, were not so enjoyable. Often, people remember these incidents with such fondness that they eventually become the highlights of the whole trip. For example, we’ll never forget the huge storms that once forced us to hop onto a barge, or when our routes were forced to change due to a sudden conflict in a region. We even miss a hotel room that had frogs singing in the bathroom. Nobody, on the other hand, talks about the luxury hotels that we occasionally stayed in.
The ichneumon wasp paralyses its prey without killing it and lays its larva inside this convenient source of fresh meat, to eat it slowly alive. This is just one striking instance of the immensity of pain in the animal kingdom, which defies explanation except via the unyielding calculus of competitive survival.
i got this in the mail, courtesy of singapore power (i think):
they were trying to sell “a striking new fragrance made in England for scums”:
methinks it stinks.
Have you become a little fatter?
Kanashii butori kanojo inai kara
I’m sadly plump because I’ve got no girlfriend.
a single man, like myself, is often asked the following by colleagues, relatives and other assorted enemies:
have you considered _____(insert name of mutually known single welcoming female)?
one of course, could tell the truth (usually no — too scary, too bushy, too noisy) but that would hurt.
one could say “they probably do not want me in the first place (always no — too fat, full of crap and so so scared)”, but i’m experienced enough to know that the people who ask this question are not only deluded but tenacious. they will say, “you’re not” and let you go, they will not.
today, i found a great answer to this question, as i would for all the important answers in life, from a phil collins’ song.
the next time i’m asked, i would say with great feeling:
some day I might find myself looking in her eyes. but for now, we’ll go on living separate lives.
Wired’s bloody lovely profile on Craig Newmark:
Should craigslist ever be sold, the price likely would run into the billions. Newmark, by these lights, is a very rich man. When anybody reminds him of this, the craigslist founder says there is nothing he would care to do with that much money, should it ever come into his hands. He already has a parking space, a hummingbird feeder, a small home with a view, and a shower with strong water pressure. What else is he supposed to want?
colleague (with a cup in her hand): do you want some honey?
me: no, this has been obvious for a very long time.
a certain Wong Kum Meng wrote in to the ST today.
nothing noteworthy about his letter but he has a nice name, one i would use if i were to write a novel titled Scream My Name.
me: Shangri-la please.
cab driver: the hotel?
me (silently): certainly not, the paradise of course.
Of the 22 ingredients in this bottle of shampoo, three clean hair. The rest are in the bottle not for the hair, but for the psychology of the person using the shampoo. At least two-thirds of this bottle, by volume, was put there just to make me feel good.