<?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-2829426536062846379</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:46:17.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Perdu.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leperduthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829426536062846379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leperduthesecond.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sonia L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBSNT-Hx9Vs/SOBH14e2FdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/l_058PEw1gY/S220/Keren+Ann.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829426536062846379.post-8371107154146761213</id><published>2008-05-29T01:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:44:53.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Minutes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What does ten minutes mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;'10 Minuta' by Ahmed Imamovic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppAn0LNU_V8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppAn0LNU_V8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829426536062846379-8371107154146761213?l=leperduthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leperduthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/8371107154146761213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829426536062846379&amp;postID=8371107154146761213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829426536062846379/posts/default/8371107154146761213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829426536062846379/posts/default/8371107154146761213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leperduthesecond.blogspot.com/2008/05/ten-minutes.html' title='Ten Minutes.'/><author><name>Sonia L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBSNT-Hx9Vs/SOBH14e2FdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/l_058PEw1gY/S220/Keren+Ann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829426536062846379.post-4005301786178831295</id><published>2008-05-10T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T09:11:41.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Button.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Came across this while searching for 'short films' on Youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I thought it was an absolutely brilliant film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Do not scroll down below the video if you intend to watch it, but have yet to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I don't think it's too hard to figure out who the man in the black suit is... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QrKnhOJ-R80&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QrKnhOJ-R80&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Such a simple idea manifested in a brilliant way, in such a short span of time. For those who didn't get it, the plot is basically this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Mr. Roberts finds himself in a strange room with a smartly dressed man. He is presented with the offer to push the black button to get 10 million dollars in return. However, the catch here is that pushing the black button will result in someone's death, possibly by an accident. The offer is made even more appealing with the fact that Mr. Roberts is a man heavily in debt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Here's the interesting part. Should Mr. Roberts refuse to press the button, he will be presented with a key to leave the place (the door is locked), and shall never see the Mysterious Man and the 10 million dollars ever again. After a verbal wrestle, he finally gives in and pushes the button. Nothing seems to happen, but the Mysterious Man assures him that is all true. However, before Mr. Roberts can take the money, the Man drops a bombshell: Mr. Roberts is already dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The Man reminds Mr. Roberts that he was involved in an accident on the way to work. The tragedy of this story is summed up in one perfectly composed sentence: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"You had the key to salvation; you chose condemnation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Since this film was set within a Christian point of view (the opening text were quotes from the Bible), it isn't hard for us to see that the Man is Lucifer, the Devil, and Mr. Roberts is human, like the rest of us. And that the Key to Salvation here is actually Jesus Christ, who died on the cross to redeem us from our sins. Unfortunately, consumed by greed, Mr. Roberts chose to end a life for the sake of money instead of receiving salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And the sad thing is it speaks very much about the world around us - about us today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; have chosen to do had you been Mr. Roberts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Press the Black Button?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Or receive the Key to Salvation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829426536062846379-4005301786178831295?l=leperduthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leperduthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/4005301786178831295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829426536062846379&amp;postID=4005301786178831295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829426536062846379/posts/default/4005301786178831295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829426536062846379/posts/default/4005301786178831295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leperduthesecond.blogspot.com/2008/05/black-button.html' title='Black Button.'/><author><name>Sonia L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBSNT-Hx9Vs/SOBH14e2FdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/l_058PEw1gY/S220/Keren+Ann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829426536062846379.post-6819312386549684037</id><published>2008-05-05T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T05:19:27.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By Any Other Name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;You know, sometimes I think one definition is enough for certain words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never cease to be baffled and amused when girls call - not their friends, not their enemies, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;'B*tch'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. Even more baffling still, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;take pride in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us who are acquainted with the dictionary knows that 'b*tch' means (or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;originally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; meant) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;'a female dog'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;. So why some girls call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the b-word is definitely beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I ought to know. I spotted somewhere in a friend's autograph book this entry by a fellow schoolmate defining 'B*tch' as such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;B &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; - Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; - Talented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; - Charismatic/Charming/Compassionate (whichever it was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; - Honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.bitchware.net/"&gt;Bitchware&lt;/a&gt; has other definitions which you can read for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I think is very weird, because that means we can now in effect call each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'stupid'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; - Sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; - Talented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; - Unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; - Passionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  - Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; - Devoted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"You are so stupid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"I'm STUPID and proud of it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"My son more stupid than yours lah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"The Stupid Generation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, some ladies claim that to be a b*tch is to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sassy, dominating and direct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. And I can't help but wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;which human &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;bean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;so successfully deluded the entire female race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; by managing to squeeze those adjectives out from a noun that originally meant 'a female dog'. And to think that a female dog has so many mating partners ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(though I must admit it isn't too far a description about today's ladies, sadly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously girls, I do think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;there are much better words you can use to describe your beautiful selves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. Calling yourself a b*tch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;does not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; make you sound any more intelligent, or any more sassy - just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;b*tchier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. Which is sad, and does not give you the dignity you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way female dogs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; adorable. The animal ones, I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829426536062846379-6819312386549684037?l=leperduthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leperduthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/6819312386549684037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829426536062846379&amp;postID=6819312386549684037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829426536062846379/posts/default/6819312386549684037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829426536062846379/posts/default/6819312386549684037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leperduthesecond.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-know-sometimes-i-think-one.html' title='By Any Other Name.'/><author><name>Sonia L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBSNT-Hx9Vs/SOBH14e2FdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/l_058PEw1gY/S220/Keren+Ann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829426536062846379.post-4697947141120749148</id><published>2008-04-19T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T05:41:18.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;W = Fd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; = Mechanical Work, or amount of energy transfered by a force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; = is the portion of the force acting in the same direction as the motion&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; = is the distance traveled by the object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yes I took that from &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mechanical_work"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt;. No way am I gonna browse through my textbooks again, design school has downgraded me to a brain so subjective and liquidised that it can never hold anything as solid and (relatively) objective as Science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay in other words I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt; la. I can make a good orator, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My apologies for not updating &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le Perdu&lt;/span&gt; like, for eons - long enough for Charles Darwin's apes to evolve into men. You see, Le Perdu is reserved for my '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deep, deep, so so deep&lt;/span&gt;' (quoth May) thoughts, while my other blog&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Le Journal de Imagination&lt;/span&gt; is a, well, journal for my imagination which comes more often than my logical thoughts (and is thus updated more frequently). But again that blog isn't very imaginative yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder how many joules of energy have I produced throughout my 18 (coming 19) years of life... haven't you wonder yourself? Maybe enough to power one house. Alright don't laugh. One house can make a lot of difference y'know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Human beings are working creatures&lt;/span&gt;. We work to get good grades, we work to get a good salary, we work to bring up our family, and then we work to keep ourselves alive after retirement. Basically, we work to sustain ourselves and those around us. We work to survive - even if you're stuck in a forest you have to go and pluck a fruit to eat - that's work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But what happens if we don't work&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or can we ever stop working at all while we are still alive (being in a brain-dead state like the - with all due respects - late Terri Schiavo does not count)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is death the result of the absence of work (heart stops beating), or is death the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; of the absence of work (man stops doing his job)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's like asking the proverbial 'which comes first' question - the chicken or the egg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just something to keep Le Perdu afloat for a while. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829426536062846379-4697947141120749148?l=leperduthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leperduthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/4697947141120749148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829426536062846379&amp;postID=4697947141120749148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829426536062846379/posts/default/4697947141120749148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829426536062846379/posts/default/4697947141120749148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leperduthesecond.blogspot.com/2008/04/work.html' title='Work.'/><author><name>Sonia L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBSNT-Hx9Vs/SOBH14e2FdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/l_058PEw1gY/S220/Keren+Ann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829426536062846379.post-6735975215230801236</id><published>2008-02-18T19:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T02:13:58.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science As The Ultimate Answer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not super when it comes to scientific terms, so I'll be using layman words and reasoning for this entry. Comments are as usual, very welcome as long as they don't border on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do not consider science as the ultimate answer to the mysteries of this life and beyond. I think that should be obvious to those who know me, say, from okay-okay to very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not undermining the importance of science, either. I believe science and religion &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; complement each other to a certain degree. For all you know the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fibonacci numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; might be just another one of God's little surprises embedded in nature, urging us to make use of the brain He gave us and find a little something more in the landscape of His creation. But if one of them is having a hard time catching up, it would be Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; important to explain certain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; phenomenons, but that is how far it gets. Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'s occassional study on topics like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;'The Science of Happiness', 'The Science of Romance'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;'What Makes Us Good/Evil'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (which later in the magazine begins as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;'What Makes Us Moral'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;). Of course, these studies are often largely based on biological findings: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anterior Cingulate Cortex&lt;/span&gt; - Difficult moral dilemmas increase activity here, signalling the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex to provide executive control, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Medial Prefrontal Cortex&lt;/span&gt; - This part of the brain, associated with emotion and social thinking, was one of the regions damaged in the famous case of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phineas Gage&lt;/span&gt;, whose personality changed from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kindly to beligirent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(What Makes Us Good/Evil, Dec. 3 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Phineas Gage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, which obviously implies that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;our morality actually lies in the biological processes of our brain and thus implicitly deny the involvement of spirituality in our character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is one that cynics, not only &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phrenology"&gt;phrenologists&lt;/a&gt;, would take delight in despite the fact that information about Mr. Gage's pre-injury behaviour is limited, lying solely on outward observations from his friends and acquaintances. I could suggest things like 'maybe the sufferings he went through during the period of his recovery was too much to bear', but even such suggestions admittedly do not serve to give a satisfying answer to the mystery of Mr. Gage. Hence it is not too hard to see why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; scientists themselves were baffled by the 'dramatic change of behaviour'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;having a hard time justifying the intangible, they turn to physical 'answers'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; which were more widely accepted and easier to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a catch in this case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Supposing our morality lied solely in the unpredictable biological processes and effects of our minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and has nothing to do with decisions triggered by our conscience/soul or the spiritual, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;where do law and order come in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;? Wouldn't it be wrong to hang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; Saddam Hussein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; since the poor man had the 'honour' to have his neutrons and synapses operate the 'wrong' way and does commit numerous atrocities? And the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Holocaust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; was actually a result of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Adolf Hitler's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; working the way it should, though due to the variety of human beings his brain was also varied from others and it simply took a slightly different way of operation. Thus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Adolf Hitler was not consciously in control of his biological processes at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, so you can't blame the person himself. In fact, nobody is wrong and nobody is right because, well, it's just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;nature taking its unpredictable, free-flowing course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Just imagine a murderer telling you that 'it was just my medial prefrontal cortex doing its thing.' This is in line with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Francis Crick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Astonishing Hypothesis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The Astonishing Hypothesis is that &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;—your joys and your sorrows, your memories and your ambitions, your sense of personal identity and free will, are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;in fact no more than the behavior of a vast assembly of nerve cells and their associated molecules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One wonders what kind of life Mr. Crick must be living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It does not make sense, yet it is probably &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;a reasoning most of us readily accept on the basis of disqualifying the 'supernatural' and its 'superstitions'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, the same when it comes to angels, miraculous recoveries, God et cetera 'because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Science cannot prove that these things exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'. Of course Science &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; prove that these things exist, because Science can only touch on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;physical reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, which again it is still struggling with in certain areas. In order to explain the 'supernatural', you have no choice but to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; go beyond Science itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. And where is beyond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer probably lies in the word 'supernatural'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;natural - something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;beyond our nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, the current reality. Not subnatural, nor is it natural. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;natural, reality on a different plane which science - having been created on our plane of reality - is unable to accomodate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2829426536062846379-6735975215230801236?l=leperduthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leperduthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/6735975215230801236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2829426536062846379&amp;postID=6735975215230801236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829426536062846379/posts/default/6735975215230801236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2829426536062846379/posts/default/6735975215230801236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leperduthesecond.blogspot.com/2008/02/science-as-ultimate-answer.html' title='Science As The Ultimate Answer?'/><author><name>Sonia L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBSNT-Hx9Vs/SOBH14e2FdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/l_058PEw1gY/S220/Keren+Ann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
