  "All exact science is dominated by the idea of approximation. " - Bertrand Russell urlLink Margaret Atwood : "The male brain, now thats a different matter. Only a thin connection. Space over here, time over there, music and arithmetic in their own sealed compartments. The right brain doesnt know what the left brain is doing. Good for aiming though, for hitting the target when you pull the trigger. Whats the target? Whos the target? Who cares [sic]? What matters is hitting it. Thats the male brain for you. " Russell and Atwood combine with some kind of weird time-transcending telepathy to explain why none of the most celebrated thinkers are female.
Two possibilities about the truth, then: either it's too simple or Man has made absolutely no progress towards the truth at all, Einstein or no Einstein. Both of which seem perfectly valid. Recently, though, some classmates have been particularly infatuated by Dan Brown - there was even a blurb about it on the Today free sheet, which means that Dan Brown is now the Britney Spears of book authors, because Today isn't BBC radio, where people and talk show hosts mingle and discuss indie music (in excess of 25% of music in the UK is indie), books and Tolstoy... sort of, for the last item. Singapore radio talks about David Beckham and "soccer", and I swear once when I was having breakfast at McDonald's in the morning there were these two jokers on the radio insulting each other's favourite English football club.
Why do Singaporeans need to have such completely worthless idols? Beckham is about as smart as a shoe. I've not been too enchanted by fiction books lately. Don't ask why. I'm usually a junkie - I have a mindmap of Ulysses the size of my bed - but I've foolishly given it away. Anyway, an update of my life: nothing whatsoever. Nobody's called me in years, and I haven't called anyone in eons either.
(I'd appreciate it if it stays this way, thanks. ) E-mail correspondence has been minimal: a couple of messages to this guy who's sending me my US$25. And G's mom has banned me (and CY) from the house because we watch that pornographic show - she's talking about Monty Python's Flying Circus - there was, however, one episode just full of Carol Cleavage prancing around. And also Carol Cleavage changing, of course, and yes, boobs exposed. But it was fast-forwarded. And, I think it was a separate episode, though, one with Carol Cleavage in really revealing clothes talking in a male voice.
(John Cleese's voice, as it is for most of the MP voiceovers. ) It didn't help that we watched one Black Adder episode where Blackadder is sleeping with a prostitute in his room. That one got G's mom really hopping mad - but considering that she watches those stupid Channel 8 dramas, she can't have any more taste than a yeti with its tongue cut off. Sorry, G, but it's the truth. 
