Month: November 2004

The following is an excerpt of a converstation between a random guy at my street corner and a homeless woman thereabouts. Oh, and the guy had white earphones on.

Random Homeless Woman: Oh, you have yourself one of them iPods huh?
Random Guy with iPod: Why, hello. Yes, I do.
RHW: One day, when I get rich and famous I am going to get myself an iPod.
RGWi: Uh, you don’t, errr, yes, good idea.
RHW: The sound quality must be awesome huh?
RGWi: It’s pretty good. I like it.
RHW: You know, once I publish my best selling book and get famous, I will have one of those. But first I have to write it.
RGWi: Yes, that’s a first step.
RHW: Wish me luck.
RGWi: Good luck with your book.
RHW: Thanks! Have a nice day.
RGWi: And a good day to you too ma’am.

Now you’ll begin to wonder, given the ease with which he was maintaining the conversation, whether he actually had a player or was just sticking the earphones into his ears as a fashion accessory.

All the excitement has finally died down and the intelligent country has made a worthy choice. Kudos.

It is a good thing people around are so pleased too.

Evening pics without proper preparation suck.

First, a totally random and off-topic observation. I saw a 2 year old at lunch eating mac ‘n cheese with a pair of chopsticks. Now that isn’t something see everyday. Actually, this is the sort of thing you never see, period.

Now, onto today’s story.

I know absolutely nothing (or probably very little) about most things. But that doesn’t stop me from forming very strong opinions about them. Since it usually works out that my intuition is correct, this is a style I tend to stick to. Now all is well and good if it is only me involved. I can be (as we all are in varying degrees) naive, prejudiced, stuck in my ways, holier than thou … . I can make gross generalizations, crude over-simplifications (hey, that’s what I do for a living) and so on and still get away.

It doesn’t matter. It’s my life, I live it how I want to. It works for me and I don’t need to explain my choices to anyone.

Now things start getting complicated when there is a reason for me to explain myself. I “felt” something was right, went ahead and did it, turns out I was “too right” and now someone wants me to explain how I decided with what little I knew. I mostly can’t. There is no reason. Some things you “just know”

Why am I bringing up any of this? Tomorrow is apparently when people in this country vote on their president. How do I know? If you’ve been bombarded with vote for <insert your favourite candidate here> some 1300 times, you’d know too. Anyway, I am no one to be saying this because I was far away from home when a major set of elections were going on there and the super smart country almost picked an unqualified clown as the prime minister.

Now I could say, “make your vote count and vote for the more intelligent candidate, I ‘just know’ he is the right choice”. But then you’ll be all, “explain yourself to me. Why should I, when he has <insert stand here> on <insert arbitrary issue here>”. So I won’t. What I will say is I know from personal experience that not making a choice and having things end up near disastrously is a sickening feeling. What’s worse is you have to shut up and bear it because you don’t even have the right to complain.

This message brought to you by your friendly neighbourhood make-your-vote-count-or-suffer-fools department.