Surprise Visit

 I'm surprised I managed to find my way back into this space after all these years. Surprised that I can still log in, that Blogger hasn't closed down, that I still do give a fuck. 

I imagine myself stepping gingerly back into this abandoned little town, retracing the footsteps of years past. With my hands deep in the pockets of my long coat, and face tucked snugly behind a scarf, I face the cold and sigh wistfully at the sight.

Rows of run-down boarded-up houses are all that is left. Old notices from public bulletin boards flutter in the wind amidst the stillness and silence. This used to be a vibrant little town, like many others. Writing was its lifeblood, its river and its halo. 

But people changed, and the world changed. Who has time to read for leisure anymore when there are so many instantly-gratifying videos and games? Even I don't. 

And with that, the wordsmiths left, one by one. You couldn't blame them. Their skill was becoming less and less relevant. The town hollowed out, and the new highways no longer have an exit here. You have to really want to come here to be here. But you are here reading this, which means you too my dear, you give a fuck.

In this little town, I greet you warmly and shake your hand. There are no strangers here.

Though the many demands of life decide that I can stay only a short time, we shall meet again, on some nameless windswept shore.

A serious post for once

 I saw someone on Twitter comment that the market cap of Zoom has now surpassed that of the oil majors, and that the industrial age is now giving way to the digital age. 

It just struck me how amazing that was. 

Mere decades ago, people were hand-writing letters and posting them. All the information that you could transmit to someone in another place was your writing on a physical piece of paper that had to be delivered physically by a middle-man (postal services). A middle-man that is enabled by the industrial age in the form of fossil fuels, ships and aeroplanes.

The Internet changed all that. The information that I can transmit no longer had to be physical. I can make this blog post and anyone else in the world can see it as long as they have an Internet connection. I can send an email. And now with Zoom, I can video-call. Zoom is the middle-man that has been enabled by the Internet to deliver such a service. Previous middle-men like the postal services still exist, but their importance in our lives has diminished. 

Now, it is argued that the blockchain is going to bring forth a new wave of change. Not only can you transmit information, you can transmit value. But, you say, I can already do an online bank transfer, what's the point of a blockchain?  

A bank is a middle-man like a postal service. It makes use of the Internet to provide banking services. In effect, when you transfer money online from person A to person B, it goes from person A to the bank account of person A, and then it goes to the bank account of person B before it goes to person B. Whereas using the blockchain, it can go direct from person A to person B. 

Bitcoin is perhaps the email of the age of blockchain. It's probably pointless right now to speculate on what's the Zoom equivalent of the blockchain. A better question would be, what is the Blogger equivalent? What is the Yahoo equivalent? 

Twitter Review

Since we've been doing all these reviews, let's review Twitter the social media platform.

Virtually none of my friends use Twitter, and I set up an account cos I thought, hey, gotta make new friends. Maybe I'll find people with similar interests, since you can follow all these different people.

I ended up following people in cryptotwitter, people who seem to know whether bitcoin was gonna go up or down. Sounds ridiculous looking back. Followed a couple who posted about stocks and wealth. Followed a great analyst of geopolitical affairs.

And then I gave up after 6 months. It was taking over my life. Whereas I would spend my pre-covid time stoning and staring into space on the train, now I was scrolling my twitter feed any time I was 'free', like when I'm taking a dump. I was getting anxiety trying to keep up with all the information on the feed.

So I deleted it. And it was perfectly fine. I don't miss it at all. I had some good discoveries. I subscribed to the email newsletter of the geopolitical analyst, and occasionally go to the blog of a crypto dude who really knows his stuff. In the end, there were too many people trying to sound important on twitter. Blowing their own trumpets. outdoing each other with the best analysis, the best predictions etc.

The problem is that the intellectual masturbation doesn't do jack for me. It was time to go.

Though who knows, might be back someday.

name review: X AE A-12

i'm glad people are still doing insane things during covid time. i legit thought i was going insane, until the article i read on what elon musk has named his kid.

okay that didn't make me less insane, just him being out of this world insane.

wait... "out of this world"... sounds like how he would like it.

inb4 all the memes on how his kid's name (i refuse to even type it, i tried so long and still can't find the code to type the AE greek letter) could be a captcha or a registration ID. one of those randomly generated serial numbers. the internet has covered all the possibilities on how his name was derived.

then there are some people who worry about his kid being made fun of at school; but hey, did you really think that elon musk was going to send his follow-up robot/machine/homo deus to a place where he/it can meet other NORMAL PLEBS?

i hardly think so. school is reserved for losers like you and me.

from what i see, he merely gave his child a name the aliens could pronounce, because space is the future.

you guys read animorphs? (childhood flashback again)

on the planet where andalites came from, thousands of light years away, "Aximili Esgarrouth Isthmil" is a very easy name to pronounce.

for all you know, X AE A-12 is the equivalent of Dave on some foreign planet.

that would make so much sense no?

let's stop for a moment with the extraterrestrial theory and talk about earth - since i feel like i'm losing some of you with an alienating line of argument. i feel it is so much easier (and more fun!) to engage in some elon musk-bashing with "he's a crazy dude".

what did you really expect from a kid whose parents have names like "ELON" and "GRIMES"?

i mean, GRIMES? i once knew a Muk but Grimes is like calling your kid Gastly or Jynx. its beyond a pokémon name, it's a distorted pokémon name with negative connotations.

see, if your kid was called Scyther, that could be cool.

Gengar could also be cool.

Sandshrew is a bit more dodgy.

Caterpie maybe not.

but you get what i mean.

nevertheless, this genius of a Grimes took to Twitter to explain the name of their progeny, which in my humble opinion explains nothing at all.

look, if you were going to name your children after whatever you like, then i guess my future child is gonna be called..

ZZNC D2 VW

ZZNC = 珍珠奶茶 (milk tea with pearl)
D2 = Dota 2
VW = Volkswagen.

just kidding! (get it..? kidding??) i don't really like VW.

i could go on forever, but i need to think about what to really name my child. after all, not being elon musk means i need to send him/her to school and having been a mean kid once, i know i'd make fun of a name.

Book Review: Death on the Barrens

This is a really good book.

6 guys go on a canoeing trip into the Canadian wilderness. They're not exactly friends at the beginning, just a group of people on a trip together.

Shit happens. One guy, the trip leader, dies from exposure to the elements. (His canoe capsized and he spent too much time in the freezing river water). The rest make it back to civilisation.

On the scale of difficulty for explorations, there's probably been tougher expeditions. You can even say they underestimated nature and screwed up in their planning for the trip. But that would be missing the point.

This memoir feels really personal. Sometimes, people say they have a spiritual journey and I roll my eyes. For this memoir, I can almost feel the author's spiritual journey, and that of his companions. It's not a feel-good story. It's not written by the author to justify himself. It's also not a survival book that documents how the author had the grit to survive. In fact, it's the opposite. It examines the feebleness of life and shines a light into hidden corners of life that we don't even consider when we live in material comfort.  

In this age when we give likes to others for just eating at a nice restaurant, or a well-taken photo of a shoe, this book goes back to the basics of life and death. 

It's the kind of masterpiece that an author can only put together once in his lifetime.  

Why do people believe in God? There isn't a simple answer but this book shows and hints at some answers. It's not easy trying to convey what cannot be understood in its abstract, but the author tries his best.

differences

1) what is the difference between my bed, 9:30am on the S&P and the USD?

Ans: the first is a place where i spend all my time, the second is a time where i spend all my money, the third is a money that's spent in all places and is honestly only there to make the riddle complete.

2) what is the difference between an angsty dota 2 pub (e.g. me) and the world famous dendi?

Ans: the former has probably won at least a dota game in the past two weeks.

3) what is the difference between talk cock summit and UN General Assembly?

Ans: the latter is televised.

4) what is the difference between spanish laughing guy (see below) and ho ching?

Ans: this guy laughs JAJAJA and JEJEJEJE while ho ching prefers a variety of HEE HEE and HIC HIC HIC HIC!

5) what is the difference between donald trump's ego and my bicycle tyre?

Ans: one needs to be inflated and the other deflated. not necessarily in that order.

6) what is the difference between Crash Landing on You and the new berlin airport?

Ans: there's some landing taking place where there isn't supposed to be; and for the latter.. there is no landing where there's supposed to be.

nothing's landed about 69 years after the airport has started construction.

and with covid we could be waiting another 69 years more woohoo~

laundry

this is an issue i have been grappling with - i wonder if laundrical (?) norms still apply now that i'm practically out of society. i've thought a while before posting this, but ah come on, it's not as if i'm going to be meeting any of you guys anyway.

judge all you want - but you will realise by the end of the post that i make sense.

perhaps it would be most helpful to first ask: why do we do laundry?

the prima facie answer is simple - to have clean clothes. (duh has lockdown dumbed your senses?)

now i could launch into a full-scale debate of whether doing laundry really does give you clean clothes, or that the difference pre- and post-laundry is minimal, but that would turn a talkcocksummit post into a thesis, so let's scrap this for now.

if i wanted to do a thesis, i should be doing my real thesis anyway :/

let's do it shanmugam style and set up a false dichotomy. if you do your laundry, you wear clean clothes. if you don't, you wear dirty clothes.

so what if you wear dirty clothes? dirt never truly killed anyone, if we were to define dirt as the dust particles that settle in your room on a daily basis.

***COVID IS NOT CLASSIFIED AS DIRT.***

then detractors would argue, but dirt doesn't have to kill for it to be wrong. it is unhygienic and could be unhealthy for your skin if you wear dirty clothes.

this could be controversial but surely hygiene is only an issue when normal society applies?

let's put it this way. i did know of some pretty dirty people back in school but i didn't bother lecturing them on the finer points on how body odour turns people away, or could cause skin problems.

oh no boy. i just avoid them like the plague. i go to school on the first day to book my seat next to people who do not dig their noses in class.

i might have digressed a little. my point is, i am now one of those "dirty" people but everyone is already avoiding everyone. therefore i conclude that the old rules don't apply.

the next-level moralist could be asking an even deeper question: such as, should you not be doing the "right thing" even when nobody is looking?

like would you jaywalk across the road when it's 3am?

for the record, i would. (i even do it when it's 3pm, as long it's not in front of an elderly german lady with children nearby.)

and that's precisely why i cannot apologise for not doing any laundry this month.

applies to everything

saw this little graph making its rounds around social media, i must say it has to be rather true for the most of us sitting at home doing mindless surfing:

 

or even if you aren't doing mindless surfing, this exponential graph still likely holds true. see, you only take 2-3 seconds on the simple graph before you swipe to the next image; or move on to the next piece of news.

therefore, if you were to check covid stats 10 times a day compared to your daily update back in january (if you even did check anything), that qualifies as exponential, kind of..?

can't think of what other exponential graphs one could be looking at - although what did occur to me are the number of exponential graphs i could plot after lockdown.

first is the time i spend on social media. i think that goes without saying. for any amount of time that you spend in bed alone and awake (so exclude sleeping, rabak and seks), you're most likely to be surfing some random chit or watching videos. 

lockdown = a lot (read: exponentially) more time at home

exp. more time at home = exp. more time in bed

exp. more time in bed = exp. more time on social media

there i've solved it. 

second is the time i spend on runs. it's so far an untold secret that i'm becoming the asian eliud kipchoge. while he now only takes a leisurely "jog" every morning according to some interview, i have been doing serious training and running my arse off every other day.

some qualifications though:

- his leisurely jog is still probably faster than my "running my arse off"

- my "serious training" is the only physical activity i get. other 23.5h i'm immobile.

- only reason why this is an exponential graph is because of the pathetic time i've put into running in jan/feb.

my trusty strava app showed that i did 77.7km in april, compared to 40km in march and something like 10km in february.

granted it's not a lot, but it's still exponential.

third is the time spent cooking. i doubt i need to launch into any lengthy explanation for anyone to understand this.

so i'll stop here. i think the point is made - this can apply to everything.

still, exponential graphs don't last forever. there is a limit at the top because at some point, finite resources dictate that the line does not run to infinity. if i already spend 20 hours a day wasting my time on social media (p.s. i don't, i also waste my time on dota), the next exponential step could be 80 hours and we all know nobody has 80 hours in a day.

unless you're doing MLM and borrowing others' hours for yourself ahem.

anyway, what this means is that the insanity has to stop somewhere. for one i think most of us have stopped looking at covid stats, because they are just rising numbers that reveal unpleasant truths. what's the point even if you know that x country has y cases a day? unless you run a slightly sadistic covid betting game (i can totally imagine), there is no sense to monitor the situation that feverishly.

hmm... btw >500 pays 1.2, <500 pays 6 any takers?

similar to the time spent on exponential graphs situation...

i'm gradually finding that every social media article is becoming the same (trump says this, expert virologist says that, random singaporean overseas says f**k this shit).

i'm getting muscle fatigue and frankly all this running around the same area is becoming boring. (and smells of army, see previous post)

i hate cooking with a vengeance and have now resorted to eating bread with cheese and ham for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

you see the trend. they are all tapering off. we can therefore project that in may, all exponential graphs applying to all situations can follow this trajectory:

and hopefully, the covid situation as well

you might ask, so what is the point of knowing this?

well i don't know, i'm still trying to figure it out. if knowledge is power and with great power comes great responsibility... i need to assume this great responsibility of thinking of how to convert this information to money.

brb.