Saturday, May 06, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
fr.pers | fatigué
Paupières lourdes
Floutant ma vue
Oreilles sourdes
Cachant les cris
Tête de bourde
Mal soutenue
Membres gourdes
J'suis abbatu
Floutant ma vue
Oreilles sourdes
Cachant les cris
Tête de bourde
Mal soutenue
Membres gourdes
J'suis abbatu
Sunday, February 26, 2006
fr.pers | Wdhaivsikdy
L'ivresse
En état de tristesse
Cesse
Certes éphémère, les pensées qui blessent
La fête
Où jouer aux allumettes
Jète
Le corps libre, dans les vagues de tempête
La solitude
Ou le manque des habitudes
Elude
L'entourage, ne voyant l'imminente décrépitude
La peur
De sombrer dans le noirceur
Se leurre
Sur les êtres qui donnent du bonheur
En état de tristesse
Cesse
Certes éphémère, les pensées qui blessent
La fête
Où jouer aux allumettes
Jète
Le corps libre, dans les vagues de tempête
La solitude
Ou le manque des habitudes
Elude
L'entourage, ne voyant l'imminente décrépitude
La peur
De sombrer dans le noirceur
Se leurre
Sur les êtres qui donnent du bonheur
Monday, January 09, 2006
en.soc | culture of being served
Two relatively recent topics in the ST Forum gave me food for thought.
The first was about bad service standards, especially discrimination against locals (in favour of Whites) in Singapore shops and restaurants.
The second was about racism and discrimination against Asians in Austrialia, and even some other European countries.
If both were true, then it's absolutely unfortunate for us Singaporeans to be victims almost everywhere in the world. What on earth have we done to deserve that??!!
I've actually been at all sides of the picture : customer in Singapore and overseas, a waiter twice in Singapore, an exhibition-booth presenter in Berlin, as well as numerous occasions to observe service situations involving one or more Singaporeans overseas.
My conclusion : many Singaporeans just do not deserve good service!
When I was a waiter, I definitely preferred serving foreigners. They smile, say "hi", "please", "thank you", and sometimes make small but interesting talk with us. Not forgetting the bigger tips. Many locals, especially the nouveau-riche ones, treated the staff like less-than-nothing.
In shops, Singaporeans walk in and out as if the sales assistants do not exist. Yes, we probably prefer to be left alone to browse, rather than the irritating "Can I help you?" But an eye contact upon entering, with a smile, maybe with a "Dun mind I take a look?", would be sufficient to acknowledge the presence and the service of the staff.
Our mass shopping culture probably made us forget that a shop is afterall a private space, and that all displayed goods do not belong to us until purchased. Singaporeans, as well as some East Asians, are guilty of entering boutiques in European cities without acknowledging the presence of the shopkeeper (very often the owner), and worse, guilty of touching the products without prior permission. This is where the bad service starts.
Service workers are first and foremost human beings, doing tiring, repetitive and monotonous work.
It is normal social reaction to reply rudely to someone of ill-mannered behaviour.
To expect good service, Singaporeans should show their due respect for the workers. Instead of moaning about the lack of a "service culture", we might want to try improving our "culture of being served".
The first was about bad service standards, especially discrimination against locals (in favour of Whites) in Singapore shops and restaurants.
The second was about racism and discrimination against Asians in Austrialia, and even some other European countries.
If both were true, then it's absolutely unfortunate for us Singaporeans to be victims almost everywhere in the world. What on earth have we done to deserve that??!!
I've actually been at all sides of the picture : customer in Singapore and overseas, a waiter twice in Singapore, an exhibition-booth presenter in Berlin, as well as numerous occasions to observe service situations involving one or more Singaporeans overseas.
My conclusion : many Singaporeans just do not deserve good service!
When I was a waiter, I definitely preferred serving foreigners. They smile, say "hi", "please", "thank you", and sometimes make small but interesting talk with us. Not forgetting the bigger tips. Many locals, especially the nouveau-riche ones, treated the staff like less-than-nothing.
In shops, Singaporeans walk in and out as if the sales assistants do not exist. Yes, we probably prefer to be left alone to browse, rather than the irritating "Can I help you?" But an eye contact upon entering, with a smile, maybe with a "Dun mind I take a look?", would be sufficient to acknowledge the presence and the service of the staff.
Our mass shopping culture probably made us forget that a shop is afterall a private space, and that all displayed goods do not belong to us until purchased. Singaporeans, as well as some East Asians, are guilty of entering boutiques in European cities without acknowledging the presence of the shopkeeper (very often the owner), and worse, guilty of touching the products without prior permission. This is where the bad service starts.
Service workers are first and foremost human beings, doing tiring, repetitive and monotonous work.
It is normal social reaction to reply rudely to someone of ill-mannered behaviour.
To expect good service, Singaporeans should show their due respect for the workers. Instead of moaning about the lack of a "service culture", we might want to try improving our "culture of being served".
Thursday, December 29, 2005
fr.pol | p2p légalisé, l'art sauvé
Ca y est. La France pourra être le premiers pays dans le monde à légaliser le téléchargement par p2p, si la loi sur une "licence globale" est votée janvier prochain.
Je suis pour la gratuité de le musique enregistrée. La plupart des "artistes" victimes des réseaux p2p ne méritent guère cette appéllation.
La musique est un art de spectacle, ou "performing art" en anglais. Une poupée à seins surgonflés, chantant des tubes écrits par quelqu'un d'autre en quelques heures, qui touche des millions de dollars pour des copies cacophoniques en plastique vendus à 20 euros pièce, ne peut être qualifiée d'artiste.
Et c'est justement les entrepreneurs derrière ces produits pseudo-culturels qui veulent nous faire croire que la légalisation du téléchargement va tuer l'art.
Je dirais que le plateforme p2p est un excellent espace de marketing, gratuit en plus, pour les vrais artistes négligés par les industriels et les média (sous-)culturels.
De quoi, les vrais artistes, vivront-ils alors?
De concerts et de spectacles!! Que la musique retourne à son sens initial. Que nous retrouvions la joie de découvrir un artiste en "live", sous la forme d'un vrai performance, et non pas seulement des réinterpretations accessoirisées, souvent en playback, par des pantins ridicules.
Cela marchera-t-il vraiment? C'est sûr que beaucoup de chanteurs actuels ne pourront maintenir leur vies de star s'ils perdent leurs revenus de disques. Et tant mieux! Qu'ont-ils fait pour mériter leur statut et luxure?
N'oublions pas que beaucoup de musiciens dans le jazz, la musique classique, et l'electro, ne font guère de disques, mais vivent sur leurs concerts. Et nul ne peut douter la qualité artistique de ces passionnés de musique, qui ne sont ni riches ni stars, mais de véritables artistes.
Je suis pour la gratuité de le musique enregistrée. La plupart des "artistes" victimes des réseaux p2p ne méritent guère cette appéllation.
La musique est un art de spectacle, ou "performing art" en anglais. Une poupée à seins surgonflés, chantant des tubes écrits par quelqu'un d'autre en quelques heures, qui touche des millions de dollars pour des copies cacophoniques en plastique vendus à 20 euros pièce, ne peut être qualifiée d'artiste.
Et c'est justement les entrepreneurs derrière ces produits pseudo-culturels qui veulent nous faire croire que la légalisation du téléchargement va tuer l'art.
Je dirais que le plateforme p2p est un excellent espace de marketing, gratuit en plus, pour les vrais artistes négligés par les industriels et les média (sous-)culturels.
De quoi, les vrais artistes, vivront-ils alors?
De concerts et de spectacles!! Que la musique retourne à son sens initial. Que nous retrouvions la joie de découvrir un artiste en "live", sous la forme d'un vrai performance, et non pas seulement des réinterpretations accessoirisées, souvent en playback, par des pantins ridicules.
Cela marchera-t-il vraiment? C'est sûr que beaucoup de chanteurs actuels ne pourront maintenir leur vies de star s'ils perdent leurs revenus de disques. Et tant mieux! Qu'ont-ils fait pour mériter leur statut et luxure?
N'oublions pas que beaucoup de musiciens dans le jazz, la musique classique, et l'electro, ne font guère de disques, mais vivent sur leurs concerts. Et nul ne peut douter la qualité artistique de ces passionnés de musique, qui ne sont ni riches ni stars, mais de véritables artistes.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
en.pol | nostril penetration
I was trying very hard to trim my nostril hairs. The small scissors, made specially for this weekly personal maintenance act, were getting blunt, and quite irritated my sensitive nose. Sometimes I resort to plucking the longer hairs with my fingers. God it hurts!
For a while, I realised that I was putting my finger into my nostrils.
Do you think "God" created us such that fingers can be put into nostrils? The purpose of nostrils are for breathing, while that of fingers are for typing on the keyboard, playing the harp and the piano, turning pages of books...
Besides, the nose has its own mecanisms to clean itself : hair, mucus, sneezing, shedding of nostril hairs.
So I can conclude that nose-picking is an act against nature. Fundos take note.
Then, there is also a question of social acceptance, especially in our Asian conservative society. I believe the majority of civilised Singaporeans do not approve of nose-picking in public.
Therefore, nostril penetration by the finger should be banned, preferably under a new Section 377b of the penal code.
I urge the Government to bring up this issue for the coming GE. Votes of the religious, conservatives, and civilised can surely be won over.
For a while, I realised that I was putting my finger into my nostrils.
Do you think "God" created us such that fingers can be put into nostrils? The purpose of nostrils are for breathing, while that of fingers are for typing on the keyboard, playing the harp and the piano, turning pages of books...
Besides, the nose has its own mecanisms to clean itself : hair, mucus, sneezing, shedding of nostril hairs.
So I can conclude that nose-picking is an act against nature. Fundos take note.
Then, there is also a question of social acceptance, especially in our Asian conservative society. I believe the majority of civilised Singaporeans do not approve of nose-picking in public.
Therefore, nostril penetration by the finger should be banned, preferably under a new Section 377b of the penal code.
I urge the Government to bring up this issue for the coming GE. Votes of the religious, conservatives, and civilised can surely be won over.
fr.pers | joyeux noël à flers
02h30, Piaf sur iTunes, un verre de Label Rouge, et ma dernière cigarette... enfin dernière du pacquet, pas dernière dernière, comme le j'arrête-de-fumer-mais-puis-je-t'en-taxer-une? genre de dernière.
Si, si, la vie peut se revéler assez belle dans cette grande cage à poule - ou plutôt, cette niche - toute bétonnée, où la seule vue dehors ressemble à un reflet de ma fenêtre à travers un kaléidoscope. Après tout, ma chambre ici est déjà plus grande que mon studio au 56 quai de Jemmapes.
Heureusement je suis branché au Web.
Les 1280x800 pixels de mon adorable Dell 12 pouces sont mes poumons, alimentés par les deux mètres de cable ombilical reliant la prise placentaire et le coeurouteur sans fil. Mes yeux aspirent les photons en 43 millions de teintes différentes à une vitesse de 60 cycles par secondes. Ah! Que cela me nourrit!
Mais je sais qu'un jour, je serai accouché, et le cordon coupé.
Je contemple déjà, si je dois m'aventurer dehors demain soir, le réveillon de Noël, puisque ce n'est guère une fête de famille chez moi. Mais les plus grandes soirées, avec de la musique qui "déchire sa mère" (expression peu élégante que j'attribue à cher Pico :p), ne peut remplacer l'accueillante chaleur flérienne dans laquelle je me baignais chaque hiver pendant quatre ans. Pour cela, je vous remercie encore, Fanfan, Christine, Jacques, J-P, Laurent et Rachel, toute la famille en Normandie... et bien sûr mon père noel préféré David !
Je pense à vous ce 24 décembre. Joyeux Noël!
Si, si, la vie peut se revéler assez belle dans cette grande cage à poule - ou plutôt, cette niche - toute bétonnée, où la seule vue dehors ressemble à un reflet de ma fenêtre à travers un kaléidoscope. Après tout, ma chambre ici est déjà plus grande que mon studio au 56 quai de Jemmapes.
Heureusement je suis branché au Web.
Les 1280x800 pixels de mon adorable Dell 12 pouces sont mes poumons, alimentés par les deux mètres de cable ombilical reliant la prise placentaire et le coeurouteur sans fil. Mes yeux aspirent les photons en 43 millions de teintes différentes à une vitesse de 60 cycles par secondes. Ah! Que cela me nourrit!
Mais je sais qu'un jour, je serai accouché, et le cordon coupé.
Je contemple déjà, si je dois m'aventurer dehors demain soir, le réveillon de Noël, puisque ce n'est guère une fête de famille chez moi. Mais les plus grandes soirées, avec de la musique qui "déchire sa mère" (expression peu élégante que j'attribue à cher Pico :p), ne peut remplacer l'accueillante chaleur flérienne dans laquelle je me baignais chaque hiver pendant quatre ans. Pour cela, je vous remercie encore, Fanfan, Christine, Jacques, J-P, Laurent et Rachel, toute la famille en Normandie... et bien sûr mon père noel préféré David !
Je pense à vous ce 24 décembre. Joyeux Noël!
en.tech | FON : free wifi across the world
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Thursday, December 22, 2005
en.soc | An increasingly dogmatic Singapore?
I just started reading Nietzsche's Beyond Good and Evil. The preface, opposing dogma and philosophy, made me rethink Singapore's evolving socio-religio-political landscape.
A few observed and narrated events brought my attention to the question of dogmatism in Singapore.
A writer to the Straits Times Forum 15 nov 2005 actually contested the scientificness of the Theory of Evolution and suggested balancing it with Creationism, even though he didn't explicitly state the word. The letter is archived on YawningBread's site.
An agnostic friend of mine had to break up with his Buddhist* girlfriend solely because the "religious master" at the girl's temple judged them to be "incompatible".
A gay muslim friend of mine recently told me he thinks he's probably bi, and he'd want to get married with a family and all, mainly because his dad has been saying "these people (gays) will all go to hell".
Not forgetting the usual superstitious and conservative Chinese heartlander...
I have nothing against religion nor traditions. I think it is good for people to have a spiritual greater being to look up to, or to not forget their roots.
But have these Singaporeans, all university-educated (the Creationist guy has a doctorate), actually tried doubting, not the entire religion as a whole, but these minute details that some other mortal tell them as being the absolute truth?
Why is it that as Singaporeans become more educated, we seem to be still as, if not more, dogmatic as before?
Is it the education system and socio-political climate that are dogmatic themselves, i.e. the what-we-say-is-right-you-shall-ask-no-questions attitude?
Is it the excessive stress on our ancestral origines, that we no longer can distinguish between dogma and tradition?
Or are the educated and elite in Singapore becoming more and more like the American neo-con?
What ever the causes, this increasing polarisation and dogmatisation of Singapore is extremely dangerous.
Singapore cannot expect to be innovative in sciences when her people are not even able to question irrational "truths". It is not about "creative thinking" or "thinking out of the box", but simply being heretic.
* I suspect she might not be Buddhist, but rather Taoist. Such dogmatic behaviour does not seem to come from real Buddhism.
A few observed and narrated events brought my attention to the question of dogmatism in Singapore.
A writer to the Straits Times Forum 15 nov 2005 actually contested the scientificness of the Theory of Evolution and suggested balancing it with Creationism, even though he didn't explicitly state the word. The letter is archived on YawningBread's site.
An agnostic friend of mine had to break up with his Buddhist* girlfriend solely because the "religious master" at the girl's temple judged them to be "incompatible".
A gay muslim friend of mine recently told me he thinks he's probably bi, and he'd want to get married with a family and all, mainly because his dad has been saying "these people (gays) will all go to hell".
Not forgetting the usual superstitious and conservative Chinese heartlander...
I have nothing against religion nor traditions. I think it is good for people to have a spiritual greater being to look up to, or to not forget their roots.
But have these Singaporeans, all university-educated (the Creationist guy has a doctorate), actually tried doubting, not the entire religion as a whole, but these minute details that some other mortal tell them as being the absolute truth?
Why is it that as Singaporeans become more educated, we seem to be still as, if not more, dogmatic as before?
Is it the education system and socio-political climate that are dogmatic themselves, i.e. the what-we-say-is-right-you-shall-ask-no-questions attitude?
Is it the excessive stress on our ancestral origines, that we no longer can distinguish between dogma and tradition?
Or are the educated and elite in Singapore becoming more and more like the American neo-con?
What ever the causes, this increasing polarisation and dogmatisation of Singapore is extremely dangerous.
Singapore cannot expect to be innovative in sciences when her people are not even able to question irrational "truths". It is not about "creative thinking" or "thinking out of the box", but simply being heretic.
* I suspect she might not be Buddhist, but rather Taoist. Such dogmatic behaviour does not seem to come from real Buddhism.
en.pers | first post
"Quiescent quest"... ... quite an oxymoron in itself. Can a quest be considered as one if it is at rest? This is my personal struggle to continue being curious despite being distanced from the inquisitive, despite being very at ease in this state of laziness.
fr.pers | premier billet
Me voilà enfin pénétrer cet univers de bloggeurs.
"Quête quiescente"... un peu d'oxymore là-dedans. Une quête, peut-elle en être une, si elle est en état de repos? Comment continuer à quérir quand l'environnement m'incite à me distancer des curieux, quand l'esprit se trouve à l'aise dans cet état de paresse?
"Quête quiescente"... un peu d'oxymore là-dedans. Une quête, peut-elle en être une, si elle est en état de repos? Comment continuer à quérir quand l'environnement m'incite à me distancer des curieux, quand l'esprit se trouve à l'aise dans cet état de paresse?