<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840</id><updated>2012-01-22T16:43:43.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flak</title><subtitle type='html'>poems | dictums | musings | my concerted endeavour in the art of parochialism</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-110672027000602637</id><published>2005-01-26T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T14:17:50.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING MY BLOG</title><content type='html'>Heya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time since I last blogged, and I'm now in the midst of moving my blog to this URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://luqmanlee.com/photoblog"&gt;http://luqmanlee.com/photoblog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please do keep an eye out for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-110672027000602637?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/110672027000602637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/110672027000602637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110672027000602637' title='MOVING MY BLOG'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-110666756200794185</id><published>2005-01-25T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:39:22.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-110666756200794185?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/110666756200794185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/110666756200794185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110666756200794185' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-108494877935680161</id><published>2004-05-19T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T14:44:13.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Staff Sgt. Jimmy Massey, speaking on the US invasion and occupation of Iraq in &lt;a href="http://www.sacbee.com/content/opinion/story/9316830p-10241546c.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'They received pamphlets, propaganda we dropped on them. It said, "Just throw up your hands, lay down weapons." That's what they were doing, but we were still lighting them up. They weren't in uniform. We never found any weapons.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'A: Depleted uranium. I know what it does. It's basically like leaving plutonium rods around. I'm 32 years old. I have 80 percent of my lung capacity. I ache all the time. I don't feel like a healthy 32-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Were you in the vicinity of of depleted uranium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh, yeah. It's everywhere. DU is everywhere on the battlefield. If you hit a tank, there's dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: And if DU is affecting you or our troops, it's impacting Iraqi civilians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh, yeah. They got a big wasteland problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do Marines have any precautions about dealing with DU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Not that I know of. Well, if a tank gets hit, crews are detained for a little while to make sure there are no signs or symptoms. American tanks have depleted uranium on the sides, and the projectiles have DU in them. If an enemy vehicle gets hit, the area gets contaminated. Dead rounds are in the ground. The civilian populace is just now starting to learn about it. Hell, I didn't even know about DU until two years ago. You know how I found out about it? I read an article in Rolling Stone magazine. I just started inquiring about it, and I said "Holy s---!"'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I talked with my commanding officer after the incident. He came up to me and says: "Are you OK?" I said: "No, today is not a good day. We killed a bunch of civilians." He goes: "No, today was a good day." And when he said that, I said "Oh, my goodness, what the hell am I into?"'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Yes. I killed innocent people for our government. For what? What did I do? Where is the good coming out of it? I feel like I've had a hand in some sort of evil lie at the hands of our government. I just feel embarrassed, ashamed about it.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'It was just a personal conviction with me. I've had an impeccable career. I chose to get out. And you know who I blame? I blame the president of the U.S. It's not the grunt. I blame the president because he said they had weapons of mass destruction. It was a lie.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-108494877935680161?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108494877935680161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108494877935680161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108494877935680161' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-108176800213195014</id><published>2004-04-12T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T19:10:35.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a ref="http://luqmanlee.com/"&gt; &lt;img alt="macro" border="0" src="http://www.luqmanlee.com/macro/spider.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a ref="http://luqmanlee.com/"&gt; &lt;img alt="macro" border="0" src="http://www.luqmanlee.com/macro/smallbee.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a ref="http://luqmanlee.com/"&gt; &lt;img alt="macro" border="0" src="http://www.luqmanlee.com/macro/bee.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH, this is becoming more like a photography page! More fun with macro. This time, &lt;1:1 magnification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-108176800213195014?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108176800213195014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108176800213195014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108176800213195014' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-108115438408999550</id><published>2004-04-05T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T16:43:27.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black tape</title><content type='html'>Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've plastered up my camera during the weekend. Bought some black tape and just covered up all the markings and brandname etc. Now it looks rightfully mean and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just black. Matte black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lenses, lens cap, flash, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going into a dodgey area and my camera doesn't really blend in. The trick kinda worked until I popped the lens cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its wierd. You just can't seem to hide the fact that a lens is expensive. The giveaway with my lens was the coating on the front element. It gave off this beautiful purple-blue sheen that everyone kept looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I just kept shooting and didn't care. But I cared enough that I didn't whip out my monstrous flash unit. Now &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; would have given them whiplash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I had to handhold at ridiculous speeds and ended up with blur-ish shots. All arty fartsy, nice and well. Except that I'm not shooting for an artsy crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they make smaller-sized equipment that can perform just as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Frustrating weekend that culminated in a frustratingly stupid Monday. Life is just full of surprises, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-108115438408999550?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108115438408999550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108115438408999550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108115438408999550' title='Black tape'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-108090607230210501</id><published>2004-04-02T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T15:03:44.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I . . . miss . . . . . . . photography . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live it, breathe it, think it, dream about it and have it dominate the rest of my adult life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the most stimulating aspect of it is the fact that you're seeing the creations of God, trying frantically to capture that little sliver of an unimaginable spectrum that constitute the whole of his palette of colours and creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad. I still have my goals, even though no one sees it at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive? Perhaps not. I'm probably having a massive withdrawal episode right now . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful piece of contraption, designed to record the gifts that have been endowed on us as &lt;em&gt;Khalifah&lt;/em&gt;. And yet we go on chugging along with a ball and chain commitment to . . . . just be humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-108090607230210501?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108090607230210501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108090607230210501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108090607230210501' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-108079476812294076</id><published>2004-04-01T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T12:50:04.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And if they had believed and guarded themselves from evil and kept their duty to Allah, far better would have been the reward from their Lord, if they but knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-103. Al-Baqarah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-108079476812294076?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108079476812294076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108079476812294076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108079476812294076' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-108079384128506870</id><published>2004-04-01T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T12:34:33.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semantics, dialectics and all that . . .</title><content type='html'>It has come to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been accused of being too entrenched in semantics, in relation to how ideas and thoughts should be understood and communicated to others. I’ve been called an argumentative show-off, who flamboyantly douses counter-arguments by being aggressively blunt. Lately, I’ve even been labelled as a smarty pants, trying to outwit others by twisting words and bending thoughts just so that mine appear to be triumphant and superior, while my &lt;em&gt;opponents&lt;/em&gt; seem to quietly disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that I’m ill-disposed to ideas, arguments and points that are contrary to mine. These same people say that I should reflect on what they are saying before I should offer them a rebuttal. That what they are offering is but an alternate view that I have not, might not, have seen while I was busy languishing in my little self-absorbed box. These people assume that my age, my experience, my mental state of affairs could not possibly offer me a holistic approach in the counsel of matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they know of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At best, we can lay claim to a partial understanding of ourselves. And yet, if the most intimate individual represented by our person can never be fully understood, how can we even profess to understand, to guess at, or to even know of an intent by a third party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But how does uncovering contradiction help us to reach that goal? After all, there will still be two possibilities, A and NOT-A: Which one is true? My reply is that the search for the answer cannot even begin until one realizes that one does not know the answer, and prior to my critical demonstrations most people aren't aware that they harbor conflicting views, even at the most fundamental level of their being. Admittedly, however, the building up of positive knowledge to replace discredited claims to knowledge is a task of a different sort, and perhaps can only be brought about by some sort of divine inspiration or mystic transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, maybe we can think of it on the model of my other profession: Critical reflection and dialogue might bare reality in much the same way that the sculptor chips away at the rough stone to reveal the refined image of Apollo contained within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dear Socrates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialectic discussions, however passionate or impassive they become, are integral to self-discovery and to any pursuit of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one cannot support their opinions, ideas and beliefs in a factually convincing manner, then it should not be the fault of the opponent that his case ends as the weaker of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individuals interpret words differently. The images or connotations a word conjures up for a person, may and will differ from one to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What audacity to have some think that theirs is the appropriate, while scoffing at their opponents attempts to explain an alternate interpretation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-108079384128506870?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108079384128506870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108079384128506870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108079384128506870' title='Semantics, dialectics and all that . . .'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-108079158725132126</id><published>2004-04-01T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T12:05:18.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental masturbation</title><content type='html'>So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping away from my blog for quite a while now. Partly because I'm busy (dayjob AND freelancing), and partly because I'm apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom I hold in high regard told me to tone my language down a little, as its a bit difficult to understand. So most times when I reach for the keyboard again, I just get frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad as it may sound, I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; think in those words and those exact sentence structures. It gets a little tiring and frustrating for me to try and write any other way - unless of course, I'm naturally inclined that way, at that moment itself. Kinda like making me write in BM. I'd so obviously flounder and trip all over my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even hold a conversation with a kid in BM. What do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my lack of sleep has also contributed to the DOH state of mind that I find myself in most times. All I think about is photography and sleep. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography. Bliss. Happiness. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have discovered photography. Now I can kill myself. I have nothing else to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Picasso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-108079158725132126?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108079158725132126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108079158725132126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108079158725132126' title='Mental masturbation'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-108054559459134338</id><published>2004-03-29T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:36:48.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macro!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a ref="http://luqmanlee.com/"&gt; &lt;img alt="macro" border="0" src="http://www.luqmanlee.com/macro/CRW_2901.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a ref="http://luqmanlee.com/"&gt; &lt;img alt="macro" border="0" src="http://www.luqmanlee.com/macro/CRW_2903.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a ref="http://luqmanlee.com/"&gt; &lt;img alt="macro" border="0" src="http://www.luqmanlee.com/macro/CRW_2945.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a ref="http://luqmanlee.com/"&gt; &lt;img alt="macro" border="0" src="http://www.luqmanlee.com/macro/CRW_2968.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a ref="http://luqmanlee.com/"&gt; &lt;img alt="macro" border="0" src="http://www.luqmanlee.com/macro/CRW_2974.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having some fun with macro photography . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-108054559459134338?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108054559459134338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108054559459134338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108054559459134338' title='Macro!!'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-108003642165951877</id><published>2004-03-23T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T18:11:21.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we that different?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Heh, funny. We believe in the same God, only with differences in the conditions of belief. How then can we believe unconditionally when the fundamental criterion of belief itself is shackled to pre-requisites? There is so much segregation between the two schools, even though we stem from the same seed, the same history and the same fundamental teachings of right and wrong (even the same book – like you’ve mentioned).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it contradictory that the very people who are praising God for his divine majesty and almightiness have placed themselves on the same level as Him by propagating the thought that THEIR interpretations of what His teachings and expectations, are THE correct ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think that as long as we’re doing His good work in a correct manner, no one should be marginalized . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-108003642165951877?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108003642165951877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/108003642165951877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108003642165951877' title='Are we that different?'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107881453857728746</id><published>2004-03-09T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T14:45:24.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of dogs and men . . .</title><content type='html'>Just bought the ‘Art of Seeing 2’, a collection of the best photographs by the Reuters photographers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I treated myself to some photojournalistic work on the Gaza strip on Foto8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that I am so frustrated. It always puts things into perspective for me. Why are we here, doing what we do? Why are cars being improved, bigger houses being built, more money being made, more diamonds being mined and cut, when the most basic and enduring of all that is life, have not improved, when solutions have not been found, and men have not learnt anything of any &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt; value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like society is perpetually immersed in our own little bubble of self denial. If we ignore a problem and just do what we do best, we are sure that others will solve it, that it wouldn’t concern us as long as there is a huge mass of a continent between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve wanted to live out my beliefs a long time ago. Idealistic as I may be, I was close to doing so once, but I found myself married instead. How does idealism fare with the rigours of everyday stupidity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Israelis are building a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how everyone was ecstatic when the Berlin wall came down, and now a new one’s going up. If they build it long enough around, it’ll be the biggest human cage, wouldn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they trying to keep the Palestinians in Palestine, or to keep them out of Israel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting reminded of a bunch of idiotic Israelis worshipping a golden calf at the foot of Mount Sinai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so convinced that we’ve evolved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107881453857728746?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107881453857728746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107881453857728746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107881453857728746' title='Of dogs and men . . .'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107830967350355842</id><published>2004-03-03T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T18:30:51.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>check this out . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a ref="http://luqmanlee.com/"&gt; &lt;img alt="insectoid!!" border="0" src="http://www.luqmanlee.com/Bloggs/ins1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a ref="http://luqmanlee.com/"&gt; &lt;img alt="insectoid!!" border="0" src="http://www.luqmanlee.com/Bloggs/ins2.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a ref="http://luqmanlee.com/"&gt; &lt;img alt="insectoid!!" border="0" src="http://www.luqmanlee.com/Bloggs/ins3.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the weekend, I saw this most amazing insect while I was out on a walk through some pretty uninhabited areas, on the outskirts of the city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107830967350355842?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107830967350355842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107830967350355842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107830967350355842' title='check this out . . .'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107769890261471465</id><published>2004-02-25T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T14:03:03.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuba</title><content type='html'>With an amusement that quickly degenerated into a nagging irritation, I watched a feature by the BBC (I wouldn’t touch CNN with a barge pole) on Cuba as a part of America’s &lt;em&gt;Axis of Evil.&lt;/em&gt; Its worthwhile to note that while America and Bush are on their &lt;em&gt;pilgrimage&lt;/em&gt; to cleanse the world of terrorists, they themselves are openly harbouring some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpha 66, a militant force based in Florida is comprised of Cuban &lt;em&gt;freedom fighters&lt;/em&gt;. These civilians are training themselves in combat, and are given free access to military gear which includes a myriad of hi-tech weapondry, not dissimilar from those that are standard issue to the American military. Alpha 66 is training in anticipation of liberating Cuba from Fidel Castro, via an invasion or a coup, and forcibly removing him from power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America claims that terrorists are allowed to stay and orchestrate their attacks on other countries from within Cuba. Such is also their claim on other countries that are accused of being in cahoots with a whole myriad of terrorist groups. They claim all these, and flamboyantly denounce countries, but it is entirely legal for Alpha 66 to be running around totting American-guns, from within America, while planning their anticipated invasion of Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the American definition of terrorism contextual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oxford defines &lt;em&gt;terrorist&lt;/em&gt; as &lt;em&gt;a person who uses or favours violent and intimidating methods of coercing a government or community.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duplicity, double-standards, and hypocrisy are terms that spring to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average Cuban’s monthly earnings only amount to less than what the average American earns in a day. Which begs the question to be asked – why are they so poor? Is the country naturally rich, with ill-managed or embezzled funds, or are they honestly broke? I believe the question lies with the American embargo on Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the collapse of the Soviet Union, their only major source of commerce was put to a premature halt. With 30,000 doctors graduating in Cuba annually, it is not surprising to note that they are recognised as quite an advanced producer of pharmaceutical products. How can we then blame Cuba for selling their medical products to American-labelled &lt;em&gt;terrorist&lt;/em&gt; countries in the region?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the embargo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Cubans survive if there is no form of international commerce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is exasperating to note that American foreign policies are usually typified by the &lt;em&gt;back’em up in a corner and force them to extreme measures&lt;/em&gt; adage. On the one hand, people are expected to improve a whole list of variables that constitute &lt;em&gt;basic human rights&lt;/em&gt;. On the other, they are not being given the resources, or the help to. Sure, ask a child to draw and take away the paper, then scream when you find the walls vandalised – brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah for mankind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107769890261471465?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107769890261471465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107769890261471465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107769890261471465' title='Cuba'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107767620465864672</id><published>2004-02-25T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T10:36:18.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anyone remember visionaries?</title><content type='html'>*in a raspy voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'O mist-filled pits, dark, dank, unclear.&lt;br /&gt;Touch all before me, with frost-fingered fear!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a recurring rhyme in my head all morning. Just wanted to share that figment of my past - was from 'Visionaries'. Here's another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'The arrows turn, the swords rebel.&lt;br /&gt;May nothing pierce, this mortal shell'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'By what creeps, what crawls, by what does not.&lt;br /&gt;Let all that grows recede and rot'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god, I'm on a roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'A whim, a thought, and more is sought.&lt;br /&gt;Awake my mind, thy will be wrought'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bloody me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Shield this craft from one and all,&lt;br /&gt;reflect, deflect, depose and fall'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me, I can't stop . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Sheathe these feet in the driving gale.&lt;br /&gt;Make swift these legs, o'er land I sail'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'By nature's hand, by craft, by art.&lt;br /&gt;What once was one, now fly apart'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it all out of my system, it did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107767620465864672?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107767620465864672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107767620465864672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107767620465864672' title='anyone remember visionaries?'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107762117727999527</id><published>2004-02-24T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T15:29:56.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my distaste . . .</title><content type='html'>As I gingerly ate dinner last night, I watched with trepidation, the charade of interaction that was unfolding among my compadres. How is it possible, that individuals can be so self-centered and inanely stubborn most times? Highly educated individuals who have an immense opinion of themselves as well as their escalating social status, are bereft of even the most rudimentary care, when it entails the emotions of those who are closest to them. Even though the problem has been brought to the fore, they refuse to be vigilant of their own conduct. Is self-denial truly a wondrous thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal concept here is succinctly to ‘satiate self-needs first, and if needed, to do so at the expense of others.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unresolved problems within one’s self will ferment and fester, which will in time taint every other aspect of life seemingly unrelated to it. And as the need to hide from raw emotions grow stronger, the refuge proffered by this method of dealing with problems start to appear more appealing, resulting in a husk of a person who is incapable of &lt;em&gt;truly&lt;/em&gt; shunning self-denial as well as lame and biased self justifications. This is sophistry at its best, with the soothing of one’s emotions and the stability of a precarious mental state, however erroneous, as its prime objectives. The illusory confidence afforded by the sudden change of a lackluster attitude to one with more spunk, is suddenly taken to be a salve that heals. How long will it last before the problem arises again? Why are people so blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example, the theory of Buddhism which is based on a cyclic birth and rebirth. If the problem of human weakness and their culpability to sin was not solved, it would resurface again to haunt, in this life or the next – presenting a never-ending cycle with two constant variables of sin and weakness that would damn one to an eternal ride on this carousel of physical life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, Buddhism’s principal theory identified the threat of an unresolved core problem. And Buddha’s solution was to grapple specifically with it. Many other religions have identified this particular problem, but Buddhism was founded on it. That’s not to imply any sort of superiority, but to stress that the problem is prevalent enough for &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; religion to be based on it and that it has been present since time immemorial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this further then into the raising of children. My compadres are proudly strutting around, brandishing the idea that they will endeavour to raise their kids in ways that are dissimilar from their parents. Ironically, there are so many potential problems and habits with their children that are encouraged to thrive, seeing how its not being corrected in these formative years. Worst out of the bag of evil is the art of manipulation by the child. Favouritism is practiced injudiciously, with the child being mentored in the art of social injustice as well as an appreciation for spite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With children, most times it’s a test of will and patience. They cry, kick and generally make a racket, just to get their way. Most times, parents don’t always get &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; way by scolding or screaming back. So it’s up to who gives in first, up to who relents. Now, my brilliant compadres are accustomed to their own little privacy, their own peace of mind and their little precious seconds ticking away. So, what do they do? They constantly give in to the loudest wailer, the most irritating of their kids, the &lt;em&gt;bestest&lt;/em&gt; who is able to outwail and out-irritate the best of the bunch. It’s a win-win situation, a wonderful idea borne out of an instinctive corporate mentality. They get their peace and quiet as well as their time alone without the kids, and the kids get their way – the most irritating one anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful parenting skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night chugged on, I was treated to an excellent display of opportunistic maneuvering by these compadres of mine, each of them masking the subtle opportunistic nudge with such a profusion of civility and words, that I’m sure the &lt;em&gt;victim&lt;/em&gt; only allowed it because of the bond between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say except that I am wholly and utterly disgusted. I mean, I make no excuses for myself that I’m judging them, and I make no suggestion that I am any better or that I would not act similarly given the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last I checked, I am not in their circumstances. As such, I see what I see, and what meets my eyes re-acquaints me with the feeling of disgust that turned me off people before the advent of religion in my life. How ironic it seems, that my natural inclination is to run back up to my ivory tower, but religion instead, tells me that I need to jostle around with my brethrens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I’m missing the point, missing a fundamental lesson that is being paraded in front of my blindness. Perhaps, nay. Undoubtedly, religion’s perspective on the issue of seclusion can and will only be understood, insyallah, when I am finally meant to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107762117727999527?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107762117727999527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107762117727999527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107762117727999527' title='my distaste . . .'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107728630878561945</id><published>2004-02-20T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T23:22:23.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lamer of a post . . .</title><content type='html'>My morning was rocked, when &lt;a href="http://www.malaysiakini.com/opinionsfeatures/200402180041549.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article prompted a sudden entropy of thoughts on the matter of religion and human rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that, a night spent reading a paper on ethics by Prof. Richard Taylor, Emeritus Professor of Philosophy at the University of Rochester, has compounded this whirring of conflicting emotions by the flawed arguments (IMHO) that he has put across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me state my disgruntlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is becoming quite disconcerting to note that religion and daily life has been segregated into two different machineries, both running in parallel. People act as if religion isn’t a part of daily life and that daily life should not and need not be, tempered with religion. The above-said people hold that the dictates of religion is fine and well, but the time and place for its practices and ideals, are only suited for the little pockets of time allocated to perform one’s devotions, and only by those who are intellectually impaired by faith. On the whole, religion doesn’t get you anywhere, doesn’t get you anything, and is probably only there to satiate the niggling feeling of guilt typified by those whose conscience is eating away at their little deckled bastion of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, both these machineries that are running in parallel are incapable of ever converging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is desirous for them to resist the thought that religion is all-encompassing and should very rightly be used as a daily administrative convenience to life. It is difficult for them to accept that it is neither dated nor disparate from modern life, as many would like to believe. That fallacious opinion arises when they do not move beyond the contention of specifics to the essence of the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most take issue with its practices without first understanding the principles that gave rise to it at the outset. What most would describe as dated, is a direct criticism on the &lt;em&gt;practical consequences&lt;/em&gt; of an idea, as opposed to the actual intent/essence of an idea. When the method of implementation stagnates, the intent/essence gets unfairly implicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fault of course, need fully be borne by each religion’s respective devotees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the discussion of ethics, morals and human rights have lately engorged me with a distaste borne out of the myopic keyhole approach that most of these ethicists/moralists/activists/(enter what you will) have grounded the basis of their arguments on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sickens me that these highly self-righteous champions are bereft of any of the adjunctions that differentiate them from typical naysayers, with theoretical approximations of solutions that are little less than thinly disguised and cleverly crafted polemics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole discussion here is, undoubtedly, and glaringly, incomplete, as the notion of rest seems to be the foremost thought right now. I might continue this at a later entry, or I might not. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is an old excerpt of my post on a forum in response to culture adoption. While seemingly inappropriate for the discussion, it is my opinion that culture abandonment is a contributing variable to the whole equation of certain mindset adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;’Is being advanced or modern necessarily better? Are some values and cultures preferable just because the dictates of ours are limiting? Have we asked why? Have we looked at the social change and decadence that has come about from the cultures that we are trying to adopt? If we adopt without understanding, if we perform a 'monkey see, monkey do' just because its cooler, then how are we to circumvent the negatives while retaining the positives of the values that are not ours to begin with? Put simply, who will be morally and ethically vigilant enough to identify human fallacies for what they are? If sophistry is an inherent attribute to humans, then what do we use as an administrative convenience to our lives? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, of course, addressing the broader sense of culture adoption as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas and change are good. But as always, it has to be accompanied by a solid justification.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107728630878561945?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107728630878561945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107728630878561945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107728630878561945' title='lamer of a post . . .'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107710047473668351</id><published>2004-02-18T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T18:37:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many questions . . .</title><content type='html'>What is it that makes us think that life is understandably languorous in its own sublime incarnation of perceptivity? Do we not understand the subtle manipulations that transcends the outermost symbiosis of our concepts and principles? Does not life in itself, impose the utter solidary machinery of society’s expectations, so much that it both melds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How relevant is the combined institution of our mind and emotions, the precept of which embodies us as self, when the what we live, the how we live, is dictated by the raucous cacophony of our socio-economic order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107710047473668351?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107710047473668351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107710047473668351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107710047473668351' title='so many questions . . .'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107707866715442707</id><published>2004-02-18T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T12:33:46.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'When I run after a streetcar, when I look at the time, when I am absorbed in contemplating a portrait, there is no I. There is consciousness of the streetcar-having-to-be-overtaken, etc., and non-positional consciousness of consciousness. In fact, I am then plunged into the world of objects; it is they which constitute the unity of my consciousness; it is they which present themselves with values, with attractive and repellant qualities - but I have disappeared; I have annihilated myself. There is no place for me on this level. And this is not a matter of chance, due to a momentary lapse of attention, but happens because of the very structure of consciousness.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jean-Paul Sartre, The Transcendence of the Ego&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107707866715442707?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107707866715442707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107707866715442707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707866715442707' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107706604674748382</id><published>2004-02-18T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T09:03:25.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'No one questions that, when a sound is heard by a child, he thinks, not of himself as hearing, but of the bell or other objects as sounding. How when he wills to move a table? Does he think of himself as desiring, or only of the table as fit to be moved? That he has the latter thought is beyond question; that he has the former must, until the existence of an intuitive self-consciousness is proved, remain an arbitrary and baseless supposition.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charles Peirce (Collected Papers, 5.230)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107706604674748382?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107706604674748382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107706604674748382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107706604674748382' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107706574672927701</id><published>2004-02-17T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T08:58:25.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's just passed us by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not fathom the impassioned need to subscribe to this epitome of consumerism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic-infested streets, crowded restaurants, pseudo-decent service and food - courtesy of the sudden influx of celebrants, inflated prices on every damn thing, and the perennial all-dressed-up-and-nowhere-to-go couples stuffed into every crack-of-a-mall imaginable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sold to the masses and lapped up nicely with a healthy profit to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people bother? I mean, doing all for love and ideal is fine and well, but why should everyone do it during the same bloody day, at the same bloody time, and in almost the same bloody way? I mean, if it &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; was that important to prove or express your love and affection, why only do it then? Isn’t every other day worth the effort too? Whatever happened to consistency and surprises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you might infer that I’m most likely not a romantic, but I’ve been told that I have my moments. I’ve also been told that I have an astounding capability to be romantic in the most unromantic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven’t figured out what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maybe that’s why I’m married to my partner, among other things. Maybe that’s why we get irate at others when they ask us what we’ll be doing on Valentine’s. Maybe that’s why we can’t stand to go out when there’s a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107706574672927701?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107706574672927701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107706574672927701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107706574672927701' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107692174645764716</id><published>2004-02-16T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T16:58:22.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm stumped with this whole legalization of same sex marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the foremost arguments supporting the legislation is that love should be the only criterion for marriage, transcending any boundaries that are represented by status, creed, religion or sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The logic to that is so obviously flawed. The con arguments have made it clear that if that was to be the only guideline to marriage, then there would be a profusion of not only same sex marriages, but also unrestricted polygamous and incestuous marriages (among others).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107692174645764716?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107692174645764716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107692174645764716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107692174645764716' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107691346317069528</id><published>2004-02-16T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T15:52:19.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So ok. I watched 'Black Hawk Down' again last night as I was channel flipping. HBO-galore. Anyways, its amazing how much you still miss after watching a movie 5 times over. The post work in some parts are horrendous - definitely not up to the usual Mill standards. Although I have to admit that I still think that the colour grading was superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part struck me as pretty apt, seeing how the Yanks are still touting their brand of bloody democracy everywhere else in the world. The pilot was taken as a hostage and the 'skinny' proceeded to negotiate with him. It went somewhere along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'. . . what makes you Americans think that all of us would put down our guns and stop fighting once &lt;*insert name of warlord*&gt; is dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . you think that you can take the democracy from YOUR world, and expect us to use it in OUR world. (note that 'world' was used instead of 'country')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . . . its strange that men who have the power to take lives have no power to negotiate (in response to the pilot's assertion that he's not in charge and does not have the power of negotiation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, to fight is to negotiate.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that . . . ok, I was just zoning in front of the bloody box - not taking notes, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam, Cuba, Somalia, Afghan and now Baghdad. Yanks don't learn. They're too right to want to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American democracy isn't based on a module whereby the local variables are taken into the equation. Where cultural/tribal/societal heritage and tradition are taken into account - their clarion call has always been about democracy, and invariably about freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But freedom as we know it, has always been immensely malleable, subject to the changes of political whims and advocates of certain quarters. Freedom has too wide a margin of definition to be correctly delineated and used as a template for various other individuals, much less peoples. It has nevertheless, proven itself to be an open option for those who would use it as an absolute (even with its inherently arbitrary nature) to further their own cause, regardless of an intent borne of malice or ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how society laps up most of what would have met the criterion of propaganda, should the charade of civility be stripped. A perfect case of an illusion being sold, and readily held, as an ideology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, in a world where the pursuit for profit thrives, it is no wonder that the form of democracy that America (and most other developed/developing nations) are subscribing to is capitalism, seeing how its the only 'workable' democracy that has been successfully implemented (as opposed to socialism, for example).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not all those who wander are lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tolkien&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sentence, I believe Tolkien has summed up the biggest flaw of any individual, which is then invariably augmented, by every non-specific pluralistic society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107691346317069528?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107691346317069528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107691346317069528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107691346317069528' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107690149523320190</id><published>2004-02-16T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T11:20:51.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'But for the present age, which prefers the sign to the thing signified, the copy to the original, representation to reality, appearance to essence . . . truth is considered profane, and only illusion is sacred. Sacredness is in fact held to be enhanced in proportion as truth decreases and illusion increases, so that the highest degree of illusion comes to be the highest degree of sacredness.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feuerbach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107690149523320190?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107690149523320190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107690149523320190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107690149523320190' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107710074708845751</id><published>2004-02-15T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T18:41:46.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>found this while i was clearing my drive . . .</title><content type='html'>Of late I find myself here again,&lt;br /&gt;grate on top, bellows below.&lt;br /&gt;Naked me sitting atop a brown ball of moss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the cry again in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;My hair doesn't stand on end anymore,&lt;br /&gt;too used with the curdling screech I have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chiming of the wind through the ends&lt;br /&gt;through which I came, through the&lt;br /&gt;speck of existence that reflects my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too little that even my most major reaction&lt;br /&gt;doesn't do much to compound reactions?&lt;br /&gt;Retarded emotions are fuelled by my amygdala&lt;br /&gt;and once again, I wish I was comatose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Surreptitous am I bounded to thee'&lt;br /&gt;keeps repeating itself in my head in a&lt;br /&gt;trance-like mantra and I smile the smile of an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the vowels and tonal inflections,&lt;br /&gt;wonderment at my own nubile belief at the&lt;br /&gt;authenticity brushes itself against the limbic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hippocampus fires up the grate and I find&lt;br /&gt;my face buffeted by a slight gale. If I had some&lt;br /&gt;hair, it would whip ever so gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't and all I feel are the trails of wind&lt;br /&gt;through the spaces between. Perhaps if my head&lt;br /&gt;was weighed down, I would be more rooted to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising my hands towards the light, I see through&lt;br /&gt;my skin in a sort of semi-opaque way. Wierd, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Last I looked I could see white bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that remains within are just some sort of brown&lt;br /&gt;coagulate that is floating about in an arrested-gravity&lt;br /&gt;movement. Rotted perhaps. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was alive I would be bothered. But as it is, I'm lucky&lt;br /&gt;to be able to see. Unlike my voice, having fled to the ends&lt;br /&gt;of my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;circa 2002&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107710074708845751?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107710074708845751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107710074708845751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107710074708845751' title='found this while i was clearing my drive . . .'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107666945174128467</id><published>2004-02-13T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T18:14:39.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Dogs aren't just pets. They're family. People e-mail me their doggie snapshots. When my friend Cindy, who is a lawyer, got her cocker spaniel, Kairos, she took a month of puppy leave and worked at home.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Margaret Wente, "Who killed T-Bone?," The Globe and Mail (Canada), February 5, 2004&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I am aghast at the idea of anyone actually taking, anything remotely close to 'puppy leave'. I'm obviously as disinclined towards that concept as I am towards drinking soya milk with steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeccchh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, human cloning was featured on the BBC last night. They're not calling it human cloning now. Its &lt;em&gt;embryonic cell development&lt;/em&gt;, and they're doing it to provide additional &lt;em&gt;parts&lt;/em&gt; for individuals who are in sore need of anatomical replacements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we ever lose a limb, it won't be a bother as we'll just grow another. The way of the future! Heh, and they brought in an ethicist/moralist (and yes, I am aware that the two are distinctly different) who reasoned (rather badly, if you asked me) that the advantages profered by the continued &lt;em&gt;embryonic cell development&lt;/em&gt; research far outweighs the ethical and moral issues involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same bloody tune that's been sung throughout history on every new discovery/invention/etc. Everyone's an authority on the matter now, with the acquisition of their &lt;em&gt;new found prophetic faculties&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how people can be so certain of its uses when they aren't even sure of its full potential, negative or positive, and the possibilities it presents for those who are inclined towards harming others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thought aerosols, sprays etc were godsent till BAM! They found themselves under a hole in the ozone. Let's not even talk about medicine, insecticides and other daily conveniences that we take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once though, the US actually had a complete vote of 'NO' to this human cloning madness. But Germany and France are pushing for it. And good 'ol Korea (yippie) has actually started to train their medical students in the cloning procedure, which is identical to Dolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is  OH MY GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107666945174128467?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107666945174128467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107666945174128467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107666945174128467' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107648500113112590</id><published>2004-02-11T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T15:39:10.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun fun funnnn!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a ref="http://luqmanlee.com/"&gt; &lt;img alt="weeeeeeeee!!" border="0" src="http://www.luqmanlee.com/Bloggs/Nan.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107648500113112590?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107648500113112590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107648500113112590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107648500113112590' title='Fun fun funnnn!!!!'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107648475002065920</id><published>2004-02-11T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T18:49:28.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2 cents on society</title><content type='html'>The pragmatic allure of material wealth is that it affords us choices. I do not deny nor do I intend to take issue with that dictum. What I am bringing to the fore instead, is that the money-race should be tempered with education and knowledge in fields independent of the province of work. This must be, if we are to brandish a kind of introverted intellectualism, capable of relegating and identifying with unrestrained candour, the actions and feelings of extremity that plague us all. Extremities in emotions forces us to commit to actions that would otherwise be unreasonable, and this is the crux of the matter. Undeservedly as it may seem, humans are inherently bent towards an archetypal dystopia, content to be partitioned off with their ritualistic penile-play of work and the illusory need for social-status symbols. When the mind is so suffocated with the need to improve life, when does the need arise for the improvement of self, the arbiter elegantiarum of ethical-moralistic sensibilities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;August 2001(ori)Sept/Feb 2003/04(rev)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://luqmanlee.com/bloggs/society"&gt;Full write-up here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, the link at the top of the sidebar should work nicely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107648475002065920?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107648475002065920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107648475002065920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107648475002065920' title='My 2 cents on society'/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107631888944124626</id><published>2004-02-09T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T16:48:41.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The truth about biodiversity has nothing to do with accurately measuring extinction rates or numbers of species. As long as the extinction rate exceeds that of species generation, biodiversity will decrease, eventually destroying the ecosystems on which people depend - and us along with them. It is not a question of if, but when. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our real impact is based on the ever growing overall human economy, which in turn is based not only on our global population size but on our average resource usage rate per capita. Even at a stable population level, the economy can continue to grow and threaten our ecological underpinnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growth is limited here on Earth - and thus, by definition, unsustainable. As long as we pursue growth, we will simply be deepening the hole out of which we must climb. Land and species cannot be successfully set aside and kept pristine, because no place is immune to the flow of toxic substances through the air and the water. Such attempts at conservation, along with improved measuring or modeling, will always fail to help us out of our hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as we give up growth in favor of dynamic equilibrium as the hallmark of economic strength, everything from biodiversity to humanity's social ills will come to take care of itself. People, businesses and the nonhuman world will work synergistically, and all will be the better for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107631888944124626?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107631888944124626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107631888944124626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107631888944124626' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107631832486220311</id><published>2003-08-04T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T17:21:11.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am embarking on a new path in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living out my principles is turning out to be harder than I expected, but try I will. Life is too short. I have to try and make it count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107631832486220311?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107631832486220311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107631832486220311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#107631832486220311' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107631823933195033</id><published>2003-08-01T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T17:26:28.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Filth and slime surrounds me. The longer I look at them, the more they become less than humans. That should not be the way to look at my fellow homosapiens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out before it becomes disgust, if it hasn't already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107631823933195033?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107631823933195033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107631823933195033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#107631823933195033' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107631813308469694</id><published>2003-04-09T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T17:27:29.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do people not listen to what is being said, but to what they &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; is being said? They do not hear, prefering to be deafened by the roar of their own interpretations even when the explanation is being offered. Why do they think that all explanations equates to an affirmation of guilt when the intent is merely to dissiminate truth or even wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, a little knowledge is proving to be more harmful than useful, as is the case with intelligence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107631813308469694?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107631813308469694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107631813308469694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#107631813308469694' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107631800770496280</id><published>2003-04-07T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T17:15:54.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If truth is ascertained with the methodical elimination of contradictions, accepted untruths and bigotted statements, then how is truth to be established if this exact methodology is shunned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107631800770496280?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107631800770496280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107631800770496280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#107631800770496280' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107631796067089806</id><published>2003-04-06T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T17:25:43.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'. . . And when it is said to them: "Make not mischief on the earth," they say: "We are only peace-makers." . . . Verily! They are the ones who make mischief, but they perceive not. . . . . . . . And when it is said to them (hypocrites): "Believe as the people have believed," they say: "Shall we believe as the fools have believed?" Verily, they are the fools, but they know not.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-11, 12, 13 AL-BAQARAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107631796067089806?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107631796067089806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107631796067089806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#107631796067089806' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107631788461758522</id><published>2003-04-04T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T17:24:26.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How easily do we fall into the pitfalls of our failings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should not be taken as a means to an end, but the end, from which means are to be found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107631788461758522?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107631788461758522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107631788461758522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#107631788461758522' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442840.post-107631772890358412</id><published>2003-03-20T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T17:11:15.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'. . .of course, to refute another's argument is not to have proven its conclusion false. . . . . I don't say not to take a stand; on the contrary, I think that is essential. But let us at the same time recognize that our 'opponents' might be on to something as well.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- DEAR SOCRATES, Philosophy Now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442840-107631772890358412?l=luq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107631772890358412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442840/posts/default/107631772890358412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luq.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#107631772890358412' title=''/><author><name>luq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00305504665805393790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
