...so call me, maybe...?
The Good:
The Bad:
The Ugly:
...and the Presidential:
Monday 13 August 2012
Friday 10 August 2012
London Times Obituary
"Today we mourn
the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us
for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth
records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be
remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies
(don't spend more than you can earn)
and reliable strategies
(adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.
Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
- I Know My Rights
- I Want It Now
- Someone Else Is To Blame
- I'm A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone."
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies
(don't spend more than you can earn)
and reliable strategies
(adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.
Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
- I Know My Rights
- I Want It Now
- Someone Else Is To Blame
- I'm A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone."
Friday 3 August 2012
2012 Opening Ceremony of the 30th Olympiad in London
I smiled a lot during the 3.5
hours of the show. Having been inside the Olympic Stadium in Athens, as
a Greek volunteer for the Olympic Opening & Closing Ceremonies in 2004,
and having lived and studied in the UK for 5 years, it gives me a uniquely objective perspective (in my humble opinion) to recognize human passion.
Maybe the London show wasn't the tightest televisual creation, or the best choreographed show, or the most magnificent spectacle (it's rather hard to match the awesomeness of Beijing, the emotional depth of Athens, the beauty of Barcelona and the touching sensitivity of Moscow, as they are my all-time favourite ones); London's ceremony however was humorous, passionate, generous and innocent like the British people (my friends) I have met and come to love over the years.
Britons in all their faults (nobody's perfect) have genuinely touched the world in more ways than one and offered so much to culture and the Earth's civilisation (as well as have taken from it in sinister ways), so with this ceremony, one can't help but be reminded that there is no perfection in human nature or utmost accomplishment, rather there exists only a passionate intention that is all that matters in the end.
And last but not least, beyond the always-moving Olympic Hymn, the emotional & amazing torch protocol it is the parade of Nations more than anything else that is usually my favourite part of any ceremony. It's the people who struggled, sacrificed, trained hard and gave up so much to get to the Olympics, the athletes themselves that are the highlight of each show.
Their excitement, childlike joy (a lot of them are children), their happy faces and endless energy as they enter the stadium is what gives me the biggest smiles. Those demigods of sport are so humble, that even when the crowd cheers them in the stadium and all around the world, they are STILL taking photos of the audience, thrilled to be there and not believing all this hoopla is about them. This is about them and they are having the most fun!
You gotta love it, with every fibre of your body.
I know I do.
Maybe the London show wasn't the tightest televisual creation, or the best choreographed show, or the most magnificent spectacle (it's rather hard to match the awesomeness of Beijing, the emotional depth of Athens, the beauty of Barcelona and the touching sensitivity of Moscow, as they are my all-time favourite ones); London's ceremony however was humorous, passionate, generous and innocent like the British people (my friends) I have met and come to love over the years.
Britons in all their faults (nobody's perfect) have genuinely touched the world in more ways than one and offered so much to culture and the Earth's civilisation (as well as have taken from it in sinister ways), so with this ceremony, one can't help but be reminded that there is no perfection in human nature or utmost accomplishment, rather there exists only a passionate intention that is all that matters in the end.
And last but not least, beyond the always-moving Olympic Hymn, the emotional & amazing torch protocol it is the parade of Nations more than anything else that is usually my favourite part of any ceremony. It's the people who struggled, sacrificed, trained hard and gave up so much to get to the Olympics, the athletes themselves that are the highlight of each show.
Their excitement, childlike joy (a lot of them are children), their happy faces and endless energy as they enter the stadium is what gives me the biggest smiles. Those demigods of sport are so humble, that even when the crowd cheers them in the stadium and all around the world, they are STILL taking photos of the audience, thrilled to be there and not believing all this hoopla is about them. This is about them and they are having the most fun!
You gotta love it, with every fibre of your body.
I know I do.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)