Resourceful supernovae

I was reading a poem on the train written by Maurice McNamara, a local Melburnian just like me. From my interpretation it is about how iron is made in supernovae. I will not reproduce the poem here for it may be copyrighted; I cannot see any © but that may be because I don't have my glasses.

Through his poem he makes a clear message that is easy to understand: where we come from. It's not about our roots and heritage, it's more about what we are actually made of. The carbon we are made of, the oxygen we breathe, the sodium chloride we consume amongst the sulphides, glucose and ascorbic acid. All of these are the building blocks of our everyday life.

Where did this all come from? How did such a combination of elements create who we are? Are elements intelligent or did it just happen? Obviously elements do not feel anything but, assuming current molecular designs are correct, what creates the affinity between molecules? There's definitely something there, hence why quantum physics exists, but it's amazing to think about when it comes down to the atoms and what they are made of.

Maurice McNamara is right, we are made of dying stars, space debris and stellar remnants from light years away. The buildings we build, the mobile phones we use, the clothes we wear, they all came from a dying star and it really puts everyday life into a spectacular (perhaps an astronomical?) perspective.

How to reward yourself with free flights by using your child's bad behaviour as an excuse to be flown around the country for two minute interviews

The other night I was watching the Ellen DeGeneres show for reasons that I cannot even think of, boredom for argument's sake, and one of her guests was a 7 year old boy. Usually her guests are actors, musicians, generally anyone 'note worthy' for trash-tv entertainment programmes such as TMZ and ET. There was something different about this boy; he did not have a special talent nor did he save his father from choking. How this kid got his 15 minutes of fame was by stealing his grandmother's car to avoid church.


As the interview progressed his father pointed out that his boy, Preston Scarborough, received a month-long grounding. Eventually DeGeneres gave them gifts: as shown above, an anti-car-theft device for Preston's father (which was admittedly humourous) and; a motorised toy car that Preston can drive around. The concept behind Preston's gift is similar to the image below, the only difference being his has a higher level of fanciness and, through all forms of assumption, it looked more expensive.


Punishments are naturally of a subjective nature. A particular judge's condemning will differ from another's. What method of punishment can Preston's parents utilise that is ethically responsible? Of course a grounding seems to be the only reasonable consequence; I, for one, surely cannot think of any arguably better way to handle the behaviour that caused this particular crime. However, flying to New York and Hollywood and allowing him to bask in this attention is not appropriate, is it? Is there something I am missing here? His parents accepted interviews with their local Utahan TV station, The Today Show, Ellen and undoubtedly other interviews. The reason, for why a parent would promote positive reinforcement upon a crime their cocky kid committed, is beyond me. He is meant to be grounded and thus I imagined this: 'Preston, no TV or video games for the next month but next week Paul De Leeuw is flying us to The Netherlands because he wants to interview you'!

To the Scarboroughs: sure, go to The Netherlands. While you are there buy some marijuana, leave a couple of cones on your hotel bedside table for Preston to steal and smoke. I am sure Oprah, David Letterman and Larry King have time to interview the world's youngest stoner.

NB: Preston Scarborough is not being flown to The Netherlands for an interview.

Twitterific

BAHHH. I've caved in to what another 10 million people in this lonely world have done - I made a Twitter page. I will not join all of those people who endlessly follow Oprah, Ellen DeGeneres or Ashton Kutcher. I've promised myself I won't.

My writing feels 'blotchy' today. It's not writer's block but my words don't seem to flow as well as it usually does. This is an odd feeling and I now understand that I actually do have fluent writing. It's funny how we don't notice things until it's taken away from us.

Anyway other than this, I have nothing else to write about.

Daily accomplishment: accomplished

This is what I did today.

I'm waiting for karma to bite me back.

Costco, what's the fuss?

As of the 17th of August, Australia opened its first Costco in Docklands, Melbourne. For those who do not know what Costco is, it's a gigantic, all-purpose, wholesale store. The type of items sold is like a cross between Big W and Safeway, but what makes Costco different is the opportunity to buy in bulk (and thus save) and the pre-requisite of an annual membership subscription.

Naturally, when Costco opened, a lot of hype and talk was created. It was all over the radio, the news, even TV shows that would usually be indifferent towards current local and interstate events. Upon entry it is chaotic and confusing, but once getting through the initial subscription process you realise you've just paid AU$60 to enter a whole new world of shopping.

The possible effects and prospects of new competition is what piques my interest the most. Coles and Woolworths are the Australian grocery heavyweights - even the smaller franchises such as Kmart and Big W are not completely independent and thus serve as branches off of the said heavyweights. As expected, there was a lash out of negative feedback towards Costco prior to opening and onwards; all arguments being anti-consumerist and anti-american at its prime. Many of these people pose valid arguments concerning 'Australian Made' and supporting Australian business. Unfortunately, there are others who have blinded themselves towards ignorance, blinded with unrealistic and ideological theories that are simply logical fallacies.

One of these fallacies is that Australia is turning into the next America. In all honestly this thought also frightens me. I agree with the following: as said by some anti-consumerists there have been numerous precedents where big supermarket chains have literally destroyed local businesses and local economies of small American towns. However this does not neccesarily mean that such a predicament will occur here in Australia, especially if Costco is the predicted catalyst. For one, the location of Australia's new Costco is not replicated in the aforementioned predicament and thus will not create a similar reaction. Its location is inconvenient to most Melburnians - it takes me an hour to travel there and I don't live that far out compared to most. It is a major inconvenience for me to shop there on a regular basis.

The presence of Costco provides the opportunity to break down the quasi-duopoly that is currently still around. Coles and Safeway have ruled as Australia's grocery providers for the last 90 years. Now that there is major competition, (not just independent butchers, fresh fruit markets, IGA etc.) everyone should theoretically benefit from the opening of Costco. For many years, Coles and Safeway have been under fire by the general public and the ACCC. Not only does Costco provide competition against Coles and Safeway, but depending on Costco's performance over the next year, it is setting the example for all chains that have a unique business model and realise that Australia is an opportunity to invest for success.

Sure, 50c toilet paper and 3kg cans of baked beans are nice to those who choose to buy it, but the contrary group need to realise that complaining does nothing; bashing the people who make a conscious choice to shop there is completely unneccesary. Accept and move on. Product-quality is generally better from local-businesses anyway, (not Coles and Safeway, they are not any different from Costco) and good on you if you support them. But during tough economic times, cheaper is better for most and Costco provides this.

On the brighter side the Costco jumbo-sized trolleys provide a good laugh.

When I grow up..

I want to be able to do this.

The planning of hippopotamus hunting expeditions and related miscellaneousness

Apparently I have more viewers than I thought. I guess the people that brush by my Facebook page also click on what's listed as my website. Perhaps I should update more often? :)

Today was a lot of planning and wondering. Esther (for those of you who don't know, my girlfriend of over 9000 years) has informed me with exciting news that she is coming to Australia during the coming March. I'm quite ecstatic about this, so with the help of an unusual mood of not being 'me' I decided to forward-plan her stay.

Since she loves animals I've decided to take her to the Werribee Open Range Zoo sometime during her stay in Melbourne. I've never been there myself but the rest of my family have said that it's a very nice place. It's also not far from my house - about 25km give or take. She quite often tells me how she loves zoos so I hope that this is one impressionable experience she won't forget. I also promised Charly that I will visit her, with Esther, in Brisbane. March '10 will be one of the best times in my life - meeting two of my closest internet buddies in real life, what more can I ask for?

Either way, I can't wait to see the wild poo in the middle of an artificially created savannah!

Overload

A list shall clear things up!

• Internet
• Brain
• Patience
• Caffeine
• Pressure
• Procrastination

Basically, our Internet has gone over the limit by $50 or more. Being banned from the Internet is the most excruciating experience in the world. I know what you're thinking, 'you dumasss how can u be typin dis den HUH?'. Well using my phone to blog is equally excruciating. My fat fingers can not be accommodated by the tiny keyboard and my typing speed is horrendously slow. I will live but it is still frustrating!

I guess being banned is good for it adds time to homework and study. The bad part is I still manage to heavily procrastinate. Also adds to my frustration. My homework session literally fried my brain - I'm frustrated because I know that study = fail and I have two chances to fail tomorrow.

Frustrated because I can't sleep. It is 3:00 or so and the amount of coffee I have consumed has failed to serve and paradoxically, simultaneously and annoyingly over serve it's purpose. It did not help me earlier and it kicks in now. That is my fault and I'm kicking myself for it.

I give up typing this blogpost. It's too much for my phone to handle. I shall post a proper post once I get my Internet back.

Sad Birds

Blah

Mood is something that is, at times, difficult to deal with. There is so much on my plate right now and simply not enough time or motivation to complete all of it to the utmost standard that is expected. Here is a quick overview of what's ahead in my next two weeks:

• 10/6: Chemistry exam
• 11/6: General Achievement Test
  
• 15/6: Methods SAC on logarithms, circular functions and others
  
• 17/6: Economics SAC on fiscal policy
• 17/6: Specialist Maths SAC on differential equations
• 19/6: Year 12 Formal

On top of all that, I still need to find something to wear at the formal (Amee, help me out here!), go to karaoke with my specialist maths buddies, send a couple of things to some people, study my arse off.. I mean, if this is life then I'm ready to just fail. I guess I'm picking out the negatives, not that karaoke is anything of the negative nature, but overall it is how mood plays a part. It seems that mood has this annoyingly effective ability to amplify the seriousness that is involved with all of the said tasks. Why can't us humans just cruise, do what we were made to do and get it over with? Why must we experience such a rollercoaster of annoyances and barriers?

Knowing me, I'll look at this post in two weeks and think 'wow, why didn't you just suck it up and be a man' but in times of general disappointment and discouragement, complaining is the only thing you know you can do right. I'm sure everyone has gone through such a stage and can perhaps empathise with my situation. I know that success is something earned and not bought off the shelf at the local Coles, Halpa-Halli or Albert Heijn. But if you just feel like the bottom image, thinking you're taking steps in the right direction but still happen to fail, one could wish, right?

It's all over.. almost

Well I've had a pretty up-and-down week. I have had 5 SACs this week and with being sick and having various errands to run it was pretty darn stressful. But I'm happy to report that I came out alive. According to my diary the last week is the most stressful week I'll have this year. All of us were crazily stressed - one of my friends even wanted to eat a stick.
Last Monday when my Specialist Maths teacher was dropping me home she told me the amount of rain that was recorded for Victoria's May - a measly 3mm, 47mm below the May's monthly average. This is definitely a true indication of drought. In fact, if you look up at the sky on a clear day you will notice that the air is tinged red or orange. The orange you see are dust particles from the ground that are collected from wind. This only happens because the ground is cracked and dry.
Anyway, last Thursday, I went to the city after school to look for a birthday present for mum, have lunch with dad and meet up with Amee. Do you know what happened? The heavens opened up. Umbrellas served a purpose for once - they were no longer dust collectors or decorative ornaments for they had their 15 minutes of fame on Melbourne's streets.
I wish it would rain more. The sounds of rain pitter-pattering on a rooftop will relax any 5-SAC week.

Pseudo-emergency!

So, I'm about to head off to the doctor's. Too bad it wasn't an emergency.

Bad shoes, bad hats

Today was a day full of attempting to shop. No shopping was actually done. It definitely was fun. During our adventure we came across some curiosities and pure ugliness. A picture says a thousand words, so three pictures might say three thousand? You decide.

I have a busy week ahead of me so my blog posts won't have much content. It would be nice if you guys stay tuned, ja? :)

Bleeding zits and linguistics

Lets start off with an MSN conversation I was having with a good friend during the wee hours of the morning. It is pretty much how my day started.

Sure, it sounds disgusting, but it was absolutely hilarious for the both of us. It made me wonder how much of an influence tone has on language. When I think 'tonal language' I think of Chinese. Incorrect tones could change the entire meaning of the sentence. For example: 

• 可口可乐 (kěkǒukělè) - Coca Cola
  
• 克扣可叻 (Kèkòu kě lè) - Deductions can be smart
  

I cannot vouch for the translation for the second one, even if it was done by the almighty Google, but it gets to the point. Of course the Chinese have different tones for different characters but if you slip up a couple of tones, correct interpretation can be difficult. Also, it's not like chinese characters come out of your mouth when you attempt to speak chinese, just like what happens in comics, just for the sake of being understood properly.

Then again, written language can also be questionable. I'll leave you with this one. :)

Critical Error!

To those of you who could not comment my blog, try now. I have fixed the settings so it will WORK. :D

Edit: Credits to Norman after he threatened me with a flaming pikachu. ;)

Coffee and donuts

My day started off pretty depressing. My first look outside revealed a cold and foggy day. Driving to school revealed morning traffic and a 30 minute late start to my first class. You'd be insane to think that my day could get better.

I should be admitted to a mental hospital. The start of my day may have sounded bleak but it surprisingly picked up towards the end. But it only picked up once I had coffee and donuts.

The said consumed products made me feel; like a stereotyped police officer and; appreciatively content with my day. As an upcoming university student I'm starting to realise I'll be spending more money on coffee than I would on petrol. But no matter how much I spend on coffee my body knows that caffeine is a god-send. My constant need for caffeine has earned me a reputation at my local Gloria Jean's - they all know that Randolf orders a large caramel latte.

I guess the lovely staff at Gloria Jean's know how to save me a breath or two.

Philanthropic miscellaneousness

I know that the name looks and sounds confusing, perhaps totally random. You will, however, understand the reference to 'Telescopic Philanthropy' if you are unfortunate enough to have read Bleak House. Basically, the chapter expresses Charles Dickens' disdain towards 'bad philanthropy' through a character named Mrs. Jellyby, a mother who neglects to prioritise efficiently; raising charity for the people of Borrioboola-Gha is clearly more important than family. Mrs. Jellyby wishes for other people to donate to the cause, not paying a penny from her own piggy bank, but insinuates that she wishes to be recognised in her community. She spends most of her time looking after the Borrioboola-Gha tribes-people than she does looking after her family.

Charitable donations have increased exponentially since the 1980s and is continuing to grow at an unprecedented rate. The shift of intergenerational wealth is, perhaps coincidentally, equally unprecendented. As someone who does not earn half as much as an ordinary other, it is still understandable as to why the community would wish to donate for causes, no matter how heavily institutionalised these causes are. However, it was only until recently, after Dickens shined the light in the right direction, I have realised what philanthropy is.

Although Dickens wrote Bleak House over 150 years ago he has succesfully prophesied issues that skew the true meaning of philanthropy. Angelina Jolie and her wish for a rainbow family is one instance where 'bad philanthropy' is being practiced. Yes, she has good intentions by 'rescuing' these children but does she also have an ulterior motive? Perhaps I am being presumptuous, but it irks me to hear about her newest adoption. What's next, adopting a martian baby found by the newest NASA mission? She differs from Mrs. Jellyby in terms of family but whether or not Angelina Jolie wishes to extend her recognition on the world stage is questionable.

Perhaps if she adopted me then I'll be happy to edit this blog post and say otherwise.

Flargh

It has been 2 hours of frustration. Who would have thought that creating a blog for the first time would be even more confusing than Facebook. Time to dust away the cobwebs around my HTML knowledge - Randy will be practicing for blogspot!

Thanks to Norman for his wisdom and photoshop 'talents' shown above!

Purple monkey dishwashers

Hello world of virtual reality and realistic virtualism. So, I'm new to blogging. I'm sad to say that the creation of my blog was out of impulse - a poor excuse for a new procrastination tool. The idea of a blog has always appealed to me even if the material conception was only 10 minutes ago.

I'll be sure to update if anyone bothers to follow!