<?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-36793314</id><updated>2012-01-31T21:36:54.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Clockwise to Tighten</title><subtitle type='html'>anticlockwise to be free</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-1318317133397207144</id><published>2012-01-22T17:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T17:24:17.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porcupines in Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9QMsyM_h0LY/TxvVjcszH6I/AAAAAAAAATI/sNf18Lt8AC0/s1600/porcupinepix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9QMsyM_h0LY/TxvVjcszH6I/AAAAAAAAATI/sNf18Lt8AC0/s400/porcupinepix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700384558343724962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;"On a cold winter's day, a group of porcupines huddled together to stay warm and keep from freezing. But soon they felt one another's quills and moved apart. When the need for warmth brought them closer together again, their quills again forced them apart. They were driven back and forth at the mercy of their discomforts until they found the distance from one another that provided both a maximum of warmth and a minimum of pain. In human beings, the emptiness and monotony of the isolated self produces a need for society. This brings people together, but their many offensive qualities and intolerable faults drive them apart again. The optimum distance that they finally find that permits them to coexist is embodied in politeness and good manners. Because of this distance between us, we can only partially satisfy our need for warmth, but at the same time, we are spared the stab of one another's quills."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Schopenhauer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-1318317133397207144?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1318317133397207144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=1318317133397207144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1318317133397207144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1318317133397207144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2012/01/porcupines-in-winter.html' title='Porcupines in Winter'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9QMsyM_h0LY/TxvVjcszH6I/AAAAAAAAATI/sNf18Lt8AC0/s72-c/porcupinepix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-4151192281051769973</id><published>2012-01-08T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T14:10:21.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;              Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;              But make allowance for their doubting too;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;              Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;              Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;              And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can meet with triumph and disaster&lt;br /&gt;              And treat those two imposters just the same;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;              Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;              Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,&lt;br /&gt;              And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;              And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;              And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;              And never breath a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;              To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;              And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;              Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";              &lt;/p&gt; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;              Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;&lt;br /&gt;              If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt;              If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;              With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -&lt;br /&gt;              Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;              And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudyard Kipling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-4151192281051769973?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4151192281051769973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=4151192281051769973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4151192281051769973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4151192281051769973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2012/01/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-2527657119149247371</id><published>2011-12-28T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T22:16:29.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's Nonchalance</title><content type='html'>"Nature abandons without reserve her organisms constructed with such inexpressible skill, not only to predatory instinct of the stronger, but also to the blindest chance ... She expresses that the annihilation of these individuals is a matter of indifference to her, does her no harm ... With man she does not act otherwise than she does with animals ... Everything lingers only for a moment, and hurries on to death ... But despite all this, in fact as if this were not the case at all, everything is always there and in its place, just as if everything was imperishable ... Death is for the species, what sleep is for the individual, or winking for the eye. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Schopenhauer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-2527657119149247371?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2527657119149247371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=2527657119149247371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/2527657119149247371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/2527657119149247371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/12/natures-nonchalance.html' title='Nature&apos;s Nonchalance'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3783964066776896514</id><published>2011-12-22T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T22:10:18.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After-wants</title><content type='html'>"If in an Utopia, everything grew automatically and pigeons flew about already roasted; where everyone at once found his sweetheart and had no difficulty keeping her; then people would die of boredom or hang themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Schopenhauer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3783964066776896514?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3783964066776896514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3783964066776896514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3783964066776896514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3783964066776896514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/12/after-wants.html' title='After-wants'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-8260470890304348387</id><published>2011-11-20T20:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T22:09:42.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why decisions sometimes come faster than thought</title><content type='html'>"He who learns must suffer, and, even in our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aeschylus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The pain of getting things wrong and the effort required to overcome  error creates an emotional experience that helps burn things into the  mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, 3, 23&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-8260470890304348387?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8260470890304348387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=8260470890304348387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8260470890304348387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8260470890304348387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-decisions-sometimes-come-faster.html' title='Why decisions sometimes come faster than thought'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-1017074632997779639</id><published>2011-11-13T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T14:27:16.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride of Asia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ3_iyUANXE/Tr9jOZ7qqgI/AAAAAAAAASY/hDBCtxvK_cs/s1600/ALeqM5ibOJ749kuMUE9OHRnAF-lI7kUe8A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ3_iyUANXE/Tr9jOZ7qqgI/AAAAAAAAASY/hDBCtxvK_cs/s400/ALeqM5ibOJ749kuMUE9OHRnAF-lI7kUe8A.jpg" alt="" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674361459116062962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manny Pacquiao wins again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-1017074632997779639?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1017074632997779639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=1017074632997779639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1017074632997779639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1017074632997779639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/11/pride-of-asia.html' title='Pride of Asia'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ3_iyUANXE/Tr9jOZ7qqgI/AAAAAAAAASY/hDBCtxvK_cs/s72-c/ALeqM5ibOJ749kuMUE9OHRnAF-lI7kUe8A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-7827501715196231883</id><published>2011-11-06T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T00:28:16.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticlockwise Afghanistan</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/31426899?color=ffffff" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/31426899"&gt;Afghanistan – touch down in flight&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/augustinpictures"&gt;Augustin Pictures&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-7827501715196231883?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7827501715196231883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=7827501715196231883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/7827501715196231883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/7827501715196231883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/11/af.html' title='Anticlockwise Afghanistan'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-6354670651918152402</id><published>2011-10-22T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T14:53:29.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iG3VfKlfDEk" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-6354670651918152402?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6354670651918152402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=6354670651918152402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6354670651918152402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6354670651918152402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='^.-'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iG3VfKlfDEk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-4436085030301315174</id><published>2011-10-16T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:28:13.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I stand up next to the mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fBgyXXnbfBc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-4436085030301315174?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fBgyXXnbfBc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-4993430662827520467</id><published>2011-10-08T18:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T19:39:58.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food is Energy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bpMMPlTzu8g/TpAhTGxKZJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PbVMNddLE5o/s1600/penang-laksa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bpMMPlTzu8g/TpAhTGxKZJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PbVMNddLE5o/s400/penang-laksa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661061343722759314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people tell me to 'search for strength within', I always wondered if they were referring to the Penang Laksa in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-4993430662827520467?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4993430662827520467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=4993430662827520467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4993430662827520467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4993430662827520467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/10/food-is-energy.html' title='Food is Energy'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bpMMPlTzu8g/TpAhTGxKZJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PbVMNddLE5o/s72-c/penang-laksa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-2146440955846067257</id><published>2011-10-01T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T00:34:22.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophrosyne</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sophrosyne (σωφροσύνη) is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_philosophy" title="Greek philosophy" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Greek philosophical&lt;/a&gt; term etymologically meaning healthy-mindedness and from there self-control or moderation guided by knowledge and balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Greeks upheld the ideal of sophrosyne, which means prudence and  moderation but ultimately its complex meaning, so important to the  ancients, is very difficult to convey in English. It is perhaps best  expressed by the two most famous sayings of the oracle at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delphi" title="Delphi"&gt;Delphi&lt;/a&gt;: "Nothing in excess" and "Know thyself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The term suggests a life-long happiness obtained when one's  philosophical needs are satisfied, resembling the idea of enlightenment  through harmonious living. It is a nearly lost Classical ideal, but is  enjoying some revival today with its emphasis on individuals to live  within the proportions of reason and nature, this being achieved through  practical wisdom and self knowledge. Parallels abound in eastern  thought, in Hinduism, Buddhism and Taoism. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Analects" title="The Analects" class="mw-redirect"&gt;The Analects&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confucius" title="Confucius"&gt;Confucius&lt;/a&gt;, for example, has several passages on humility that resemble discussions of the Greek ideal.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sophrosyne#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is conceptually the opposite of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hubris" title="Hubris"&gt;hubris&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The word is found in the writings of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ancient_Greece" title="Ancient Greece"&gt;Ancient Greece&lt;/a&gt;, especially that of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plato" title="Plato"&gt;Plato&lt;/a&gt; in ethical discussions of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dialogue" title="Dialogue"&gt;dialogue&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charmides" title="Charmides"&gt;Charmides&lt;/a&gt; where it refers to the avoidance of excess in daily life. This term in Plato's use is connected with the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pythagoras" title="Pythagoras"&gt;Pythagorean&lt;/a&gt; idea of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harmonia" title="Harmonia"&gt;harmonia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-2146440955846067257?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2146440955846067257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=2146440955846067257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/2146440955846067257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/2146440955846067257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/10/sophrosyne.html' title='Sophrosyne'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-7705535923627781795</id><published>2011-09-24T15:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:12:09.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not when the skies are clear and the day is bright, a lighthouse is only useful when it is dark.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVRMpSwVsIE/Tn2UtlnJ-6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/b4ti8von5Oo/s1600/famous-lighthouse-pictures26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ms28v0caVeg/Tn2Ukula_zI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Y0FhCn06c7s/s400/famous-lighthouse-pictures7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655840065748401970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I56YLqXIZC0/Tn2KwaoOntI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Bq3txZ51Y1s/s1600/9-movie-poster-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I56YLqXIZC0/Tn2KwaoOntI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Bq3txZ51Y1s/s400/9-movie-poster-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655829271433617106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-7705535923627781795?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7705535923627781795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=7705535923627781795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/7705535923627781795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/7705535923627781795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='Not when the skies are clear and the day is bright, a lighthouse is only useful when it is dark.'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVRMpSwVsIE/Tn2UtlnJ-6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/b4ti8von5Oo/s72-c/famous-lighthouse-pictures26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-4646325131354683011</id><published>2011-09-19T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T20:18:28.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardinal Wolsey's Final Prayer</title><content type='html'>"God, we have not spoken this long or as often as we should. I've often  been about other business. If I wanted forgiveness I should ask for it,  but for all that I have done and for all that I am yet to do, there can  be no forgiveness. And yet I think I'm not an evil man. Evil men pray  louder, seek penance, and stick themselves closer to Heaven than I am. I  shall not see its gates Lord. Nor hear your sweet words of salvation. I  have seen eternity, I swear. But it was in dream and in the morning all  was gone. I know myself for what I am. And I throw my poor soul upon  your forgiveness, in the full knowledge that I deserve none at your  loving hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tudors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-4646325131354683011?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4646325131354683011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=4646325131354683011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4646325131354683011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4646325131354683011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/09/cardinal-wolseys-final-prayer.html' title='Cardinal Wolsey&apos;s Final Prayer'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-6899626498550679012</id><published>2011-09-05T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:25:53.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leitmotif of Vulnerability</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;"Singapore’s ‘encirclement complex’  is informed in the first instance by its material reality. It is a  small, geographically confined state, lacking in strategic depth, with a  mainly ethnic-Chinese identity in a predominantly Malay-Muslim region,  “wedged between the sea and airspace of two larger neighbours with which  [it] has never been politically at ease.”&lt;a href="http://www.researchnexus.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;layout=form&amp;amp;ret=aHR0cDovL3d3dy5yZXNlYXJjaG5leHVzLm9yZy9pbmRleC5waHA/b3B0aW9uPWNvbV9mcm9udGVuZHVzZXJhcnRpY2xlbGlzdCZ2aWV3PWZyb250ZW5kdXNlcmFydGljbGVsaXN0Jkl0ZW1pZD04Nw==#_ftn30"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 13.0px Arial; text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px color;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Furthermore, Singapore lacks a significant domestic market, and is  almost totally dependent on external sources for capital, technology  and, most importantly, raw materials – including food and drinking  water.  Accordingly, the government of Singapore has never taken the  city-state’s survival for granted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.researchnexus.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;layout=form&amp;amp;ret=aHR0cDovL3d3dy5yZXNlYXJjaG5leHVzLm9yZy9pbmRleC5waHA/b3B0aW9uPWNvbV9mcm9udGVuZHVzZXJhcnRpY2xlbGlzdCZ2aWV3PWZyb250ZW5kdXNlcmFydGljbGVsaXN0Jkl0ZW1pZD04Nw==#_ftn31"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 13.0px Arial; text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0.0px color;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-6899626498550679012?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6899626498550679012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=6899626498550679012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6899626498550679012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6899626498550679012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/09/leitmotif-of-vulnerability.html' title='The Leitmotif of Vulnerability'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-8832553181296845520</id><published>2011-09-03T22:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T03:27:28.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Empire of Dirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o22eIJDtKho" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immortalising a slice of human frailty, memory and space for those who have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-8832553181296845520?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8832553181296845520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=8832553181296845520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8832553181296845520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8832553181296845520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-empire-of-dirt.html' title='My Empire of Dirt'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/o22eIJDtKho/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-5044435310095631232</id><published>2011-08-14T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T20:09:19.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Chaos. You don't. Chaos chooses you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgOJKWaIgFg/Tke6lMQxXXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Id7icOhWEDI/s1600/twister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgOJKWaIgFg/Tke6lMQxXXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Id7icOhWEDI/s400/twister.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640682206414331250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;"Chaos is a friend of mine.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/b/bobdylan111954.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We live in a rainbow of chaos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Cezanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;"Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Miller&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/h/henrymille137703.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/paulcezann100176.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Music creates order out of chaos: for rhythm imposes  unanimity upon the divergent, melody imposes continuity upon the  disjointed, and harmony imposes compatibility upon the incongruous."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yehudi Menuhin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;"In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl Jung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/y/yehudimenu393508.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-5044435310095631232?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5044435310095631232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=5044435310095631232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/5044435310095631232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/5044435310095631232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-chaos-you-dont-chaos-chooses-you.html' title='On Chaos. You don&apos;t. Chaos chooses you.'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgOJKWaIgFg/Tke6lMQxXXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Id7icOhWEDI/s72-c/twister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-8428825398609358821</id><published>2011-08-04T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T21:51:32.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of two great concerts and two momentous songs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Zz-DJr1Qs54" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yX5LifacYe8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-8428825398609358821?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8428825398609358821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=8428825398609358821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8428825398609358821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8428825398609358821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/08/week-of-two-momentous-songs-and-two.html' title='A week of two great concerts and two momentous songs.'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Zz-DJr1Qs54/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-355387114908861750</id><published>2011-07-30T12:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T12:34:09.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter what your friends try to tell you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P0FKzPfsxA4" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-355387114908861750?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/355387114908861750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=355387114908861750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/355387114908861750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/355387114908861750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-matter-what-your-friends-try-to-tell.html' title='No matter what your friends try to tell you.'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/P0FKzPfsxA4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-1382611163656515767</id><published>2011-07-03T10:51:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:10:37.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Deadly Sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-upsc5SPRacg/Tg_ZVDoLZ9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/jx1aMiAmUuA/s1600/7deadlysins_blackeri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-upsc5SPRacg/Tg_ZVDoLZ9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/jx1aMiAmUuA/s400/7deadlysins_blackeri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624953415383345106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very stylish illustrations of the sins, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be outdone, allow me to take the fruits of sins quite literally -- I present to you the Seven Deadly Fruits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fruit of Vanity: Grape - look at me, the most proud and vainglorious.&lt;br /&gt;The Fruit of Gluttony: Mango - look, its insatiable flesh.&lt;br /&gt;The Fruit of Avarice: Jackfruit - look, so many and never enough.&lt;br /&gt;The Fruit of Sloth: Banana - look at it, it is so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;The Fruit of Envy: Lychee - look at it, say you don't, but you want it.&lt;br /&gt;The Fruit of Wrath: Rambutan - look smlj.&lt;br /&gt;The Fruit of Lust: Mangosteen - look at the stains now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-1382611163656515767?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1382611163656515767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=1382611163656515767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1382611163656515767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1382611163656515767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/07/seven-deadly-sins.html' title='Seven Deadly Sins'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-upsc5SPRacg/Tg_ZVDoLZ9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/jx1aMiAmUuA/s72-c/7deadlysins_blackeri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-8669083842446069205</id><published>2011-06-18T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T21:54:22.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That was just a dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/np0vkXOFERY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-8669083842446069205?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8669083842446069205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=8669083842446069205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8669083842446069205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8669083842446069205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/06/that-was-just-dream.html' title='That was just a dream.'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/np0vkXOFERY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-1115570558661580899</id><published>2011-06-08T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T23:49:57.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Humanism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; "...This growing, dispersed body of research reminds us of a few key  insights. First, the unconscious parts of the mind are most of the mind,  where many of the most impressive feats of thinking take place. Second,  emotion is not opposed to reason; our emotions assign value to things  and are the basis of reason. Finally, we are not individuals who form  relationships. We are social animals, deeply interpenetrated with one  another, who emerge out of relationships.        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; This body of research suggests the French enlightenment view of human  nature, which emphasized individualism and reason, was wrong. The  British enlightenment, which emphasized social sentiments, was more  accurate about who we are. It suggests we are not divided creatures. We  don’t only progress as reason dominates the passions. We also thrive as  we educate our emotions.        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; When you synthesize this research, you get different perspectives on  everything from business to family to politics. You pay less attention  to how people analyze the world but more to how they perceive and  organize it in their minds. You pay a bit less attention to individual  traits and more to the quality of relationships between people.        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; You get a different view of, say, human capital. Over the past few  decades, we have tended to define human capital in the narrow way,  emphasizing I.Q., degrees, and professional skills. Those are all  important, obviously, but this research illuminates a range of deeper  talents, which span reason and emotion and make a hash of both  categories:        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Attunement: the ability to enter other minds and learn what they have to offer.        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Equipoise: the ability to serenely monitor the movements of one’s own mind and correct for biases and shortcomings.        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Metis: the ability to see patterns in the world and derive a gist from complex situations.        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Sympathy: the ability to fall into a rhythm with those around you and thrive in groups.        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Limerence: This isn’t a talent as much as a motivation. The conscious  mind hungers for money and success, but the unconscious mind hungers for  those moments of transcendence when the skull line falls away and we  are lost in love for another, the challenge of a task or the love of  God. Some people seem to experience this drive more powerfully than  others.        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; When Sigmund Freud came up with his view of the unconscious, it had a  huge effect on society and literature. Now hundreds of thousands of  researchers are coming up with a more accurate view of who we are. Their  work is scientific, but it directs our attention toward a new humanism.  It’s beginning to show how the emotional and the rational are  intertwined.        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I suspect their work will have a giant effect on the culture. It’ll  change how we see ourselves. Who knows, it may even someday transform  the way our policy makers see the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;David Brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-1115570558661580899?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1115570558661580899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=1115570558661580899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1115570558661580899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1115570558661580899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-humanism.html' title='The New Humanism'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-6605056643453644536</id><published>2011-06-01T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:20:45.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall pass this way but once</title><content type='html'>"I shall pass this way but once; any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Grellet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-6605056643453644536?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6605056643453644536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=6605056643453644536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6605056643453644536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6605056643453644536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-shall-pass-this-way-but-once.html' title='I shall pass this way but once'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-7583319086544261917</id><published>2011-05-31T21:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:35:30.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caspar David Friedrich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_7XDTwt7_t4/TeTtCEN_gpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6kRjIy8mW8Y/s1600/wanderer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_7XDTwt7_t4/TeTtCEN_gpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6kRjIy8mW8Y/s400/wanderer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612871655358431890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanderer Above the Mist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OI4gswESR3E/TeTs2OAD6AI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uf91Z6bgffs/s1600/Monk%2Bby%2Bthe%2BSea%2BCaspar%2BDavid%2BFriedrich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OI4gswESR3E/TeTs2OAD6AI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uf91Z6bgffs/s400/Monk%2Bby%2Bthe%2BSea%2BCaspar%2BDavid%2BFriedrich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612871451825924098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monk by the Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q79XJlm9jiU/TeTqLZoW0SI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8OUmEvfFDUw/s1600/800px-Caspar_David_Friedrich_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q79XJlm9jiU/TeTqLZoW0SI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8OUmEvfFDUw/s400/800px-Caspar_David_Friedrich_006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612868517190095138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The artist should paint not only what he sees before him, but also what he sees within him. If, however, he sees nothing within him, then he should also refrain from painting that which he sees before him. Otherwise, his pictures will be like those folding screens behind which one expects to find only the sick or the dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caspar David Friedrich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-7583319086544261917?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7583319086544261917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=7583319086544261917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/7583319086544261917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/7583319086544261917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/05/caspar-david-friedrich.html' title='Caspar David Friedrich'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_7XDTwt7_t4/TeTtCEN_gpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6kRjIy8mW8Y/s72-c/wanderer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-1259701765628621391</id><published>2011-05-08T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T11:25:52.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken away</title><content type='html'>"...dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep to slaughter."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-1259701765628621391?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1259701765628621391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=1259701765628621391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1259701765628621391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1259701765628621391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/05/taken-away.html' title='Taken away'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3669467282841152095</id><published>2011-04-17T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T23:19:05.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising the Retirement Age</title><content type='html'>"Economic growth is a function of the size of the workforce, the amount of capital employed and the rise in productivity. If the workforce shrinks, as demography shows it will, all the growth will have to come from capital investment and productivity improvements. In Japan, where the working population is already getting smaller, economic growth has been minuscule, despite a good productivity record. To counteract a shrinking labour force, the retirement age needs to be raised."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3669467282841152095?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3669467282841152095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3669467282841152095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3669467282841152095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3669467282841152095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/04/raising-retirement-age.html' title='Raising the Retirement Age'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-6931227917781191155</id><published>2011-03-19T21:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T12:38:07.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamboo Laissez-faire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlFFFnkM3bQ/TYS5QNMWT9I/AAAAAAAAANg/EYgj6v6wKCE/s1600/779px-Hs%25C3%25BC_Wei_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlFFFnkM3bQ/TYS5QNMWT9I/AAAAAAAAANg/EYgj6v6wKCE/s400/779px-Hs%25C3%25BC_Wei_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585793125916757970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"China's success owes more to its entrepreneurs than its bureaucrats ... Too many people -- not  just third-world dictators but western business tycoons -- have fallen for the Beijing consensus, the idea that state-directed capitalism and tight political control are the elixir of growth. In fact, China has surged forward mainly where the state has stood back. 'Capitalism with Chinese characteristics' works because of the capitalism, not the characteristics. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Economist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-6931227917781191155?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6931227917781191155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=6931227917781191155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6931227917781191155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6931227917781191155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/03/bamboo-laissez-faire.html' title='Bamboo Laissez-faire'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlFFFnkM3bQ/TYS5QNMWT9I/AAAAAAAAANg/EYgj6v6wKCE/s72-c/779px-Hs%25C3%25BC_Wei_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3126619000623862516</id><published>2011-02-27T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T17:36:38.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Id and Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; "A happy vicar I might have been&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred years ago&lt;br /&gt;To preach upon eternal doom&lt;br /&gt;And watch my walnuts grow;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; But born, alas, in an evil time,&lt;br /&gt;I missed that pleasant haven,&lt;br /&gt;For the hair has grown on my upper lip&lt;br /&gt;And the clergy are all clean-shaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; And later still the times were good,&lt;br /&gt;We were so easy to please,&lt;br /&gt;We rocked our troubled thoughts to sleep&lt;br /&gt;On the bosoms of the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; All ignorant we dared to own&lt;br /&gt;The joys we now dissemble;&lt;br /&gt;The greenfinch on the apple bough&lt;br /&gt;Could make my enemies tremble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; But girl's bellies and apricots,&lt;br /&gt;Roach in a shaded stream,&lt;br /&gt;Horses, ducks in flight at dawn,&lt;br /&gt;All these are a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; It is forbidden to dream again;&lt;br /&gt;We maim our joys or hide them:&lt;br /&gt;Horses are made of chromium steel&lt;br /&gt;And little fat men shall ride them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; I am the worm who never turned,&lt;br /&gt;The eunuch without a harem;&lt;br /&gt;Between the priest and the commissar&lt;br /&gt;I walk like Eugene Aram;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; And the commissar is telling my fortune&lt;br /&gt;While the radio plays,&lt;br /&gt;But the priest has promised an Austin Seven,&lt;br /&gt;For Duggie always pays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls,&lt;br /&gt;And woke to find it true;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't born for an age like this;&lt;br /&gt;Was Smith? Was Jones? Were you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Orwell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3126619000623862516?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3126619000623862516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3126619000623862516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3126619000623862516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3126619000623862516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/02/id-and-age.html' title='Id and Age'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-7365904867662133455</id><published>2011-01-30T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:42:57.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire so cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TUT6B7FMFKI/AAAAAAAAANM/FsyqEQyMXQA/s1600/Wolf-Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TUT6B7FMFKI/AAAAAAAAANM/FsyqEQyMXQA/s400/Wolf-Moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567849950283044002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-7365904867662133455?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7365904867662133455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=7365904867662133455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/7365904867662133455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/7365904867662133455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/01/fire-so-cold.html' title='Fire so cold'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TUT6B7FMFKI/AAAAAAAAANM/FsyqEQyMXQA/s72-c/Wolf-Moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-5012923711644482871</id><published>2011-01-15T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:45:46.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aristotle's Ethics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Justice is used both in a general and in a special sense. In its  general sense it is equivalent to the observance of law. As such it is  the same thing as virtue, differing only insofar as virtue exercises the  disposition simply in the abstract, and justice applies it in dealings  with people. Particular justice displays itself in two forms. First, &lt;em&gt;distributive justice&lt;/em&gt; hands out honors and rewards according to the merits of the recipients. Second, &lt;em&gt;corrective justice&lt;/em&gt;  takes no account of the position of the parties concerned, but simply  secures equality between the two by taking away from the advantage of  the one and adding it to the disadvantage of the other. Strictly  speaking, distributive and corrective justice are more than mere  retaliation and reciprocity. However, in concrete situations of civil  life, retaliation and reciprocity is an adequate formula since such  circumstances involve money, depending on a relation between producer  and consumer. Since absolute justice is abstract in nature, in the real  world it must be supplemented with equity, which corrects and modifies  the laws of justice where it falls short. Thus, morality requires a  standard which will not only regulate the inadequacies of absolute  justice but be also an idea of moral progress.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This idea of morality is given by the faculty of moral insight. The  truly good person is at the same time a person of perfect insight, and a  person of perfect insight is also perfectly good. Our idea of the  ultimate end of moral action is developed through habitual experience,  and this gradually frames itself out of particular perceptions. It is  the job of reason to apprehend and organize these particular  perceptions. However, moral action is never the result of a mere act of  the understanding, nor is it the result of a simple desire which views  objects merely as things which produce pain or pleasure. We start with a  rational conception of what is advantageous, but this conception is in  itself powerless without the natural impulse which will give it  strength. The will or purpose implied by morality is thus either reason  stimulated to act by desire, or desire guided and controlled by  understanding. These factors then motivate the willful action. Freedom  of the will is a factor with both virtuous choices and vicious choices.  Actions are involuntary only when another person forces our action, or  if we are ignorant of important details in actions. Actions are  voluntary when the originating cause of action (either virtuous or  vicious) lies in ourselves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Moral weakness of the will results in someone does what is wrong,  knowing that it is right, and yet follows his desire against reason. For  Aristotle, this condition is not a myth, as Socrates supposed it was.  The problem is a matter of conflicting moral principles. Moral action  may be represented as a syllogism in which a general principle of  morality forms the first (i.e. major) premise, while the particular  application is the second (i.e. minor) premise. The conclusion, though,  which is arrived at through speculation, is not always carried out in  practice. The moral syllogism is not simply a matter of logic, but  involves psychological drives and desires. Desires can lead to a minor  premise being applied to one rather than another of two major premises  existing in the agent’s mind. Animals, on the other hand, cannot be  called weak willed or incontinent since such a conflict of principles is  not possible with them."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-5012923711644482871?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5012923711644482871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=5012923711644482871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/5012923711644482871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/5012923711644482871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2011/01/aristotles-ethics.html' title='Aristotle&apos;s Ethics'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-1363279343455975517</id><published>2010-12-24T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T21:54:43.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Image-making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TRSmG9w0B4I/AAAAAAAAANA/mcEBjsuCms0/s1600/manipulation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TRSmG9w0B4I/AAAAAAAAANA/mcEBjsuCms0/s400/manipulation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554246879043389314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The conscious and intelligent manipulation of the organised habits and opinions of the masses is an important element in democratic society. The alternative to manipulation is chaos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Bernays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-1363279343455975517?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1363279343455975517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=1363279343455975517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1363279343455975517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1363279343455975517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/12/media-and-democracy.html' title='Image-making'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TRSmG9w0B4I/AAAAAAAAANA/mcEBjsuCms0/s72-c/manipulation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-1254991861146057292</id><published>2010-12-12T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:51:39.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank Stella: Harran II (1967)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TQSamihpglI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BcoeFVDYiW4/s1600/Frank_Stella_Harran_II_1967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TQSamihpglI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BcoeFVDYiW4/s400/Frank_Stella_Harran_II_1967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549730627720938066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-1254991861146057292?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1254991861146057292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=1254991861146057292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1254991861146057292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1254991861146057292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-frank-stella.html' title='Frank Stella: Harran II (1967)'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TQSamihpglI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BcoeFVDYiW4/s72-c/Frank_Stella_Harran_II_1967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-728817924697369164</id><published>2010-12-12T17:01:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:47:45.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank Stella: The Black Paintings (1959)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TQSTWCzzkcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ALuEHaY83So/s1600/Aundel%2BCastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TQSTWCzzkcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ALuEHaY83So/s400/Aundel%2BCastle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549722647747858882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arundel Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TQSSCkss9tI/AAAAAAAAAMg/D-ifl5zBvo0/s1600/Tomlinson%2BCourt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TQSSCkss9tI/AAAAAAAAAMg/D-ifl5zBvo0/s400/Tomlinson%2BCourt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549721213735859922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomlinson Court Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TQSPyyiaKpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/G_rIwoaQh10/s1600/Die%2BFahne%2BHoch%2B1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TQSPyyiaKpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/G_rIwoaQh10/s400/Die%2BFahne%2BHoch%2B1959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549718743549618834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Fahne Hoch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TQSPgOVpjkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2DObe5At8cY/s1600/Marriage%2Bof%2BReason%2Band%2BSqualor%2B1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TQSPgOVpjkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2DObe5At8cY/s400/Marriage%2Bof%2BReason%2Band%2BSqualor%2B1959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549718424594779714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage of Reason and Squalor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-728817924697369164?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/728817924697369164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=728817924697369164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/728817924697369164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/728817924697369164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/12/frank-stella.html' title='Frank Stella: The Black Paintings (1959)'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TQSTWCzzkcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ALuEHaY83So/s72-c/Aundel%2BCastle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-2886289758188911371</id><published>2010-11-28T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:28:24.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC, everyday, ABC, everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TPHZhomYOqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SclTlrTBLb4/s1600/campbells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TPHZhomYOqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SclTlrTBLb4/s400/campbells.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544451788127091362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Warhol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-2886289758188911371?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2886289758188911371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=2886289758188911371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/2886289758188911371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/2886289758188911371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/11/abc-everyday-abc-everywhere.html' title='ABC, everyday, ABC, everywhere'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TPHZhomYOqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SclTlrTBLb4/s72-c/campbells.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-8554822766081910964</id><published>2010-11-14T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:13:08.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coyote Flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TN-L5wVip8I/AAAAAAAAALw/OBgwf1E0K2E/s1600/wile_e_coyote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TN-L5wVip8I/AAAAAAAAALw/OBgwf1E0K2E/s400/wile_e_coyote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539299891033057218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“It is not the strongest of  the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is  the one that is the most adaptable to change.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Darwin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-8554822766081910964?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8554822766081910964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=8554822766081910964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8554822766081910964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8554822766081910964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/11/coyote-flying.html' title='Coyote Flying'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TN-L5wVip8I/AAAAAAAAALw/OBgwf1E0K2E/s72-c/wile_e_coyote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-6038694337223844362</id><published>2010-11-13T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:56:00.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Range of Grief</title><content type='html'>"He was envious nevertheless, not of the longer life Malkie enjoyed, but of Libor's range of grief. He could not as Libor did, throw his sorrow into the future. He did not miss the Tyler who never got to be, only the Tyler who was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Finkler Question&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-6038694337223844362?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6038694337223844362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=6038694337223844362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6038694337223844362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6038694337223844362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/11/range-of-grief.html' title='Range of Grief'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-4446978942269451760</id><published>2010-11-07T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:37:30.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out and With</title><content type='html'>'It will only make you more upset. Forget all that'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Forget all what?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Music.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So I can't have a cello either?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The cello will make you even sadder. Go and play football.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Finkler Question&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-4446978942269451760?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4446978942269451760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=4446978942269451760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4446978942269451760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4446978942269451760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/11/out-and-with.html' title='Out and With'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-9097773586759323016</id><published>2010-10-23T14:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T15:13:58.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Our World; We are Only But Our World</title><content type='html'>"We are what we are, and live in a given situation which has the characteristics -- physical, psychological, social -- that is has; what we think, feel, do is conditioned by it, including our capacity for conceiving possible alternatives ... Our images and powers of conception are limited by the fact that our world possesses certain characteristics and not others; a world too different is (empirically) not conceivable at all; some minds are more imaginative than others, but all stop somewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hedgehog and the Fox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-9097773586759323016?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9097773586759323016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=9097773586759323016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/9097773586759323016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/9097773586759323016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-are-our-world-we-are-only-but-our.html' title='We are Our World; We are Only But Our World'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-1131217684373821110</id><published>2010-10-20T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:54:54.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TL6RvOnqoWI/AAAAAAAAALo/Hd8ydwBMfb4/s1600/peasant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TL6RvOnqoWI/AAAAAAAAALo/Hd8ydwBMfb4/s400/peasant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530017633021895010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is not scientific knowledge, but a special sensitiveness to the contours of the circumstances in which we happen to be placed; it is a capacity for living without falling foul of some permanent condition or factor which cannot be either altered, or even fully described or calculated; an ability to be guided by rules of thumb -- the 'immemorial wisdom' said to reside in peasants and other 'simple folk'  -- where rules of science do not, in principle, apply. This inexpressible sense of cosmic orientation is the 'sense of reality', the 'knowledge' of how to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is the ever present sense of this framework -- of this movement of events, or changing pattern of characteristics -- as something 'inexorable', universal, pervasive, not alterable by us, not in our power, that is the root of Tolstoy's determinism, and of his realism, his pessimism, and his contempt for the faith placed in reason alike by science and by worldly common sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tolstoy himself knows that the truth is there, and not 'here' -- not in the regions susceptible to observation, discrimination, constructive imagination, not in the power of microscopic perception and analysis of which he is so much the greatest master of our time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hedgehog and the Fox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-1131217684373821110?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1131217684373821110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=1131217684373821110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1131217684373821110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1131217684373821110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/10/wisdom.html' title='Wisdom?'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TL6RvOnqoWI/AAAAAAAAALo/Hd8ydwBMfb4/s72-c/peasant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3200102196294328215</id><published>2010-10-10T00:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:19:36.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TLCdyZGbA2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/eoy17hWS8T4/s1600/ignorance-281x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TLCdyZGbA2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/eoy17hWS8T4/s400/ignorance-281x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526090231840441186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men's acts may seem free of the social nexus, but they are not free, they cannot be free, they are part of it. Science cannot destroy the consciousness of freedom, without which there is no morality and no art, but it can refute it. 'Power' and 'accident' are but names for ignorance of the casual chains, but the chains exist whether we feel them or not. Fortunately we do not; for if we felt their weight, we could scarcely act at all; the loss of the illusion would paralyse the life which is lived on the basis of our happy ignorance. But all is well: for we never shall discover all the causal chains that operate: the number of such causes is infinitely great, the causes themselves infinitely small; historians select an absurdly small portion of them and attribute everything to this arbitrarily chosen tiny section."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since we are not, in fact, free, but could not live without the conviction that we are what do we do?...it is better to realise that we understand what goes on as we do in fact understand it -- much as spontaneous, normal, simple people, uncorrupted by theories, not blinded by the dust raised by scientific authorities, do, in fact, understand life -- than to seek to subvert such commonsense beliefs, which at least have the merit of having been tested by long experience, in favour of pseudo-sciences, which, being founded on absurdly inadequate data, are only a snare and a delusion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man is at once an atom living its own conscious life 'for itself', and at the same time the unconscious agent of some historical trend, a relatively insignificant element in the vast whole composed of a very large number of such elements."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hedgehog and the Fox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3200102196294328215?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3200102196294328215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3200102196294328215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3200102196294328215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3200102196294328215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/10/soldiers-of-fortune.html' title='Ignorance?'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TLCdyZGbA2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/eoy17hWS8T4/s72-c/ignorance-281x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-1650080636059714332</id><published>2010-10-09T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:32:53.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recognising Unimportance and Irrelevance</title><content type='html'>"There are ordinary human beings who are ignorant and vain enough to accept responsibility for the life of society, individuals who would rather take blame for all the cruelties, injustices, disasters justified in their name than recognise their own insignificance and impotence in the cosmic flow which pursues its course irrespective of their wills and ideals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hedgehog and the Fox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-1650080636059714332?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1650080636059714332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=1650080636059714332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1650080636059714332'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TK3LMkflyUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PmxJ0AWZ89o/s1600/illuminati-control.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TK3LMkflyUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PmxJ0AWZ89o/s400/illuminati-control.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525295734668511554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And so Tolstoy arrives at one of his celebrated paradoxes: the higher soldiers or statesmen are in the pyramid of authority, the farther they must be from its base, which consists of those ordinary men and women whose lives are the actual stuff of history; and, consequently, the smaller the effect of the words and acts of such remote personages, despite all their theoretical authority, upon that history."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who went about their ordinary business without feeling heroic emotions or thinking that they were actors upon the well-lighted stage of history were the most useful to their country and community, while those who tried to grasp the general course of events and wanted to take part in history, those who performed acts of incredible self-sacrifice or heroism, and participated in great events, were the most useless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hedgehog and the Fox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-6787042804366972268?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6787042804366972268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=6787042804366972268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6787042804366972268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6787042804366972268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/10/ole-ordinaire.html' title='Ole Ordinaire'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TK3LMkflyUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PmxJ0AWZ89o/s72-c/illuminati-control.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3649061263481392299</id><published>2010-10-05T21:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:57:22.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolstoy's History and Anti-history</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TKs4E6LCQXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vusGLojh_-Q/s1600/tolstoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TKs4E6LCQXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vusGLojh_-Q/s400/tolstoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524571024886219122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"History, only history, only the sum of the concrete events in time and space -- the sum of the actual experience of actual men and women in their relation to one another and to an actual three-dimensional, empirically experienced, physical environment -- this alone contained the truth, the material out of which genuine answers -- answers needing for their apprehension no special senses of faculties which normal human beings did not possess -- might be constructed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"History alone -- the sum of empirically discoverable data -- held the key to the mystery of why what happened happened as it did and not otherwise; and only history, consequently, could throw light on the fundamental ethical problems which obsessed him as they did every Russian thinker in the nineteenth century. What is to be done? How should one live? Why are we here? What must we be and do? The study of historical connections and the demand for empirical answers to these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proklyate voprosy&lt;/span&gt; became fused into one in Tolstoy's mind, as his early diaries and letters show very vividly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But side by side with this there is the beginning of an acute sense of disappointment, a feeling that history, as it is written by historians, makes claims which it cannot satisfy, because like metaphysical philosophy it pretends to be something it is not -- namely, a science capable of arriving at conclusions which are certain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"History will never reveal to us what connections there are, and at what times, between science, art, and morality, between good and evil, religion and the civic virtues...What it will tell us (and that incorrectly) is where the Huns came from, when they lived, who laid the foundations of their power, etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"History is nothing but a collection of fables and useless trifles, cluttered up with a mass of unnecessary figures and proper names. The death of Igor, the snake which bit Oleg -- what is all this but old wives' tales? Who wants to know that Ivan's second marriage, to Temryuk's daughter, occured on 21 August 1562, whereas his fourth, to Anna Alekseevna Koltovskaya, occurred in 1572...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"History does not reveal cause; it presents only a blank succession of unexplained events."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we allow that human life can be ruled by reason, the possibility of life [i.e as a spontaneous activity involving consciousness of free will] is destroyed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No matter how scrupulous the technique of historical research might be, no dependable laws could be discovered of the kind required even by the most undeveloped natural sciences. He further thought that he could not justify himself the apparently arbitrary selection of material, and the no less arbitrary selection of emphasis, to which all historical writing seemed to be doomed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hedgehog and the Fox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3649061263481392299?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3649061263481392299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3649061263481392299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3649061263481392299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3649061263481392299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/10/tolstoys-realism.html' title='Tolstoy&apos;s History and Anti-history'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TKs4E6LCQXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vusGLojh_-Q/s72-c/tolstoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-8260333104194411023</id><published>2010-10-03T23:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:54:25.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hedgehog and the Fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TKnH_4GNPXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mgQ1SrLZRa8/s1600/sonic-and-tales-new-voice-actors-announces-sega-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TKnH_4GNPXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mgQ1SrLZRa8/s400/sonic-and-tales-new-voice-actors-announces-sega-2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524166318150729074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For there exists a great chasm between those, on one side, who relate everything to a single central vision, one system, less or more coherent or articulate, in terms of which they understand, think and feel -- a single, universal, organising principle in terms of which alone all that they are and say has significance -- and, on the other side, those who pursue many ends, often unrelated and even contradictory, connected, if at all, only in some de facto way, for some psychological or physiological cause, related by no moral or aesthetic principle. These last lead lives, perform acts and entertain ideas that are centrifugal rather than centripetal; their thought is scattered or diffused, moving on many levels, seizing upon the essence of a vast variety of experiences and objects for what they are in themselves, without, consciously or unconsciously, seeking to fit them into, or exclude them from, any one unchanging, all-embracing, sometimes self-contradictory and incomplete, at times fanatical, unitary inner vision."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hedgehogs - Dante, Plato, Lucretius, Pascal, Hegel, Dostoevsky, Nietzache, Ibsen, Proust.&lt;br /&gt;Foxes - Shakespere, Herodotus, Aristotle, Montaigne, Erasmus, Moliere, Goethe, Pushkin, Balzac, Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, like all over-simple classifications of this type, the dichotomy becomes, if pressed, artificial, scholastic and ultimately absurd. But if it is not an aid to serious criticism, neither should it be rejected as being merely superficial or frivolous; like all distinctions which embody any degree of truth, it offers a point of view from which to look and compare, a starting-point for genuine investigation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah Berlin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-8260333104194411023?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8260333104194411023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=8260333104194411023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8260333104194411023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8260333104194411023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/10/hedgehog-and-fox.html' title='The Hedgehog and the Fox'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TKnH_4GNPXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mgQ1SrLZRa8/s72-c/sonic-and-tales-new-voice-actors-announces-sega-2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-8723006900983195301</id><published>2010-09-30T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:21:11.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood</title><content type='html'>"Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Araby, Dubliners&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-8723006900983195301?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8723006900983195301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=8723006900983195301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8723006900983195301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8723006900983195301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/09/her-name-was-like-summons-to-all-my.html' title='Her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-600675853079464807</id><published>2010-09-12T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T18:10:45.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoom</title><content type='html'>"Indeed, the condition of becoming generic is that of being specific...All generic patterns are impositions upon a reality that is always in excess of their embrace and that the very idea of order and meaning is itself a delusion from which we must escape or to which we have to give a reluctant and disillusioned consent. It may be a delusion, but it is all we have got."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seamus Deane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-600675853079464807?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/600675853079464807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=600675853079464807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/600675853079464807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/600675853079464807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/09/zoom.html' title='Zoom'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-16205115793179537</id><published>2010-09-07T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:02:29.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at the stars, look how they shine for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TIZiCnpdcuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/D1dwMPs7E5M/s1600/conenebula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TIZiCnpdcuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/D1dwMPs7E5M/s400/conenebula.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514202590903890658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The futility of triumph or protest or vindication: the inanity of  extolled virtue: the lethargy of nescient matter: the apathy of the  stars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ithaca, Ulysses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-16205115793179537?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/16205115793179537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=16205115793179537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/16205115793179537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/16205115793179537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/09/look-at-stars-look-how-they-shine-for.html' title='Look at the stars, look how they shine for you'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TIZiCnpdcuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/D1dwMPs7E5M/s72-c/conenebula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-9157153133183848877</id><published>2010-08-31T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T17:26:03.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change, without fire or lightning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/THzFfWjD6zI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KqSa8cC1X_E/s1600/%5B3-022%5D+Ulysses+conversing+with+Eumaeus.+pg.+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/THzFfWjD6zI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KqSa8cC1X_E/s400/%5B3-022%5D+Ulysses+conversing+with+Eumaeus.+pg.+28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511497186413898546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's all very fine to boast of mutual superiority but what about mutual equality. I resent violence and intolerance in any shape or form. It never reaches anything or stops anything. A revolution must come on the due instalments plan. It's a patent absurdity on the face of it to hate people because they live round the corner and speak another vernacular, in the next house so to speak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eumaeus, Ulysses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-9157153133183848877?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9157153133183848877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=9157153133183848877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/9157153133183848877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/9157153133183848877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-all-very-fine-to-boast-of-mutual.html' title='Change, without fire or lightning'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/THzFfWjD6zI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KqSa8cC1X_E/s72-c/%5B3-022%5D+Ulysses+conversing+with+Eumaeus.+pg.+28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-4628992812225016885</id><published>2010-08-19T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:21:53.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Serviam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TG098VDBJjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-s0eiakp5nU/s1600/7+++Meeting-Circe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TG098VDBJjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-s0eiakp5nU/s400/7+++Meeting-Circe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507126025995232818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I understand your point of view though I have no king myself for the moment. This is the age patent medicines. A discussion is difficult down here. But this is the point. You die for your country. Suppose. Not that I wish that for you. But I say: Let my country die for me. Up to the present it has done so. I didn't want it to die. Damn death. Long live life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circe, Ulysses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-4628992812225016885?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4628992812225016885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=4628992812225016885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4628992812225016885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4628992812225016885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/08/non-serviam.html' title='Non Serviam'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TG098VDBJjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-s0eiakp5nU/s72-c/7+++Meeting-Circe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-2823031048305969617</id><published>2010-07-06T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T04:25:43.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on, you drink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TDLKS40RkiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FwouL-d3N9c/s1600/H-Oxen-Caeretan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TDLKS40RkiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FwouL-d3N9c/s400/H-Oxen-Caeretan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490673321556152866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on you winefizzling, ginsizzling, booseguzzling existences! Come on, you dog-gone, bullnecked, beetlebrowed, hogjowled, peanutbrained, weaseleyed fourflushes, false alarms and excess baggage! Come on, you triple extract of infamy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxen of the Sun, Ulysses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-2823031048305969617?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2823031048305969617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=2823031048305969617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/2823031048305969617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/2823031048305969617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/07/come-on-you-drink.html' title='Come on, you drink!'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TDLKS40RkiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FwouL-d3N9c/s72-c/H-Oxen-Caeretan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-7370752589777760852</id><published>2010-07-04T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:12:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>Autonomy, Mastery, Purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-7370752589777760852?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7370752589777760852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=7370752589777760852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/7370752589777760852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/7370752589777760852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/07/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-2429384424948169017</id><published>2010-07-04T14:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:02:31.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Positive Thinking: Willful Ignorance and Delusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TDAx7HV4jvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-PhKrBsv_MA/s1600/Watchmen-Smile-1800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TDAx7HV4jvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-PhKrBsv_MA/s400/Watchmen-Smile-1800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489942837417512690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's cruel to take people who are having great difficulties in  their  lives and tell them that it is all in their heads and they only  have to  change their attitude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Biggest evidence is the financial meltdown...people who tried to raise problems in the last decade were shut up or fired...people who said 'I'm worried about our sub-prime mortgage exposure' or to point out that the housing prices could not rise forever, were fired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Ehrenreich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-2429384424948169017?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2429384424948169017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=2429384424948169017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/2429384424948169017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/2429384424948169017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-positive-thinking-willful-ignorance.html' title='On Positive Thinking: Willful Ignorance and Delusion'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TDAx7HV4jvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-PhKrBsv_MA/s72-c/Watchmen-Smile-1800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-7360156222606502283</id><published>2010-06-29T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:57:50.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertisement in the Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TCoJcKVjZnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/s3Vd-hwcwUc/s1600/dubaiwomen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TCoJcKVjZnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/s3Vd-hwcwUc/s400/dubaiwomen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488209475320112754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Plain and loved, loved for ever, they say. Ugly: no woman thinks she is. Love, lie and be handsome for tomorrow we die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nausicaa, Ulysses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-7360156222606502283?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7360156222606502283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=7360156222606502283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/7360156222606502283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/7360156222606502283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/06/advertisement-in-mirror.html' title='Advertisement in the Mirror'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TCoJcKVjZnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/s3Vd-hwcwUc/s72-c/dubaiwomen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3845331470366531914</id><published>2010-06-20T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:32:17.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One-eye Nations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TB40e1_WY3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/llcVHNZpvc4/s1600/cyclopsglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TB40e1_WY3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/llcVHNZpvc4/s400/cyclopsglasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484879100677350258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it's no use. Force, hatred, history, all that. That's not life for men and women, insult and hatred. And everybody knows that it's the very opposite of that that is really life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. I mean the opposite of hatred."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyclops, Ulysses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3845331470366531914?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3845331470366531914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3845331470366531914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3845331470366531914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3845331470366531914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/06/but-its-no-use-says-he.html' title='One-eye Nations'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TB40e1_WY3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/llcVHNZpvc4/s72-c/cyclopsglasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3066021684415314631</id><published>2010-06-19T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T16:06:19.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hersexysounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBx4XMZDV8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/8sL9b4ZWedU/s1600/Ulises-and-the-Sirens-greek-mythology-687163_500_425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBx4XMZDV8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/8sL9b4ZWedU/s400/Ulises-and-the-Sirens-greek-mythology-687163_500_425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484390786089048002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is a kind of music I often thought when she. Acoustics that is. Tinkling. Empty vessels make the most noise. Because the acoustics, the resonance changes according as the weight of the water is equal to the law of falling water. Like those rhapsodies of Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed. Pearls. Drops. Rain. Diddleiddle addleaddle ooddleooddle. Hissss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirens, Ulysses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3066021684415314631?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3066021684415314631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3066021684415314631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3066021684415314631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3066021684415314631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-is-kind-of-music-i-often-thought.html' title='Hersexysounds'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBx4XMZDV8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/8sL9b4ZWedU/s72-c/Ulises-and-the-Sirens-greek-mythology-687163_500_425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-1238877260711311019</id><published>2010-06-12T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:51:08.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q, not Q</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRjq87eeZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/degfwlOA-c0/s1600/Art43_The_Little_Prince_AdeStExuper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRjq87eeZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/degfwlOA-c0/s400/Art43_The_Little_Prince_AdeStExuper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482116235977980306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'The men where you live,' said the little prince, 'grow five thousand roses in the same garden and they do not find what they are looking for ... and yet, what they are looking for could be found in a single rose or in a little water.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, indeed,' I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the little prince added: 'But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Prince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-1238877260711311019?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1238877260711311019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=1238877260711311019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1238877260711311019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1238877260711311019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/06/q-not-q.html' title='Q, not Q'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRjq87eeZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/degfwlOA-c0/s72-c/Art43_The_Little_Prince_AdeStExuper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-639459547683514353</id><published>2010-06-12T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:56:13.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In routine, there is difference, without which days are randomly everything and nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRkiZYlq_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/qz_U6qip1Wg/s1600/little-prince-fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRkiZYlq_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/qz_U6qip1Wg/s400/little-prince-fox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482117188509084658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'It is something which is all too often forgotten'. said the fox. 'It is what makes one day different from other days, one hour different from other hours. For example, there is a rite among hunters. On Thursdays they go dancing with the village girls. So Thursday is a marvellous day for me. I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters were to go dancing just any day, every day would be like any other day for me and I would never have a holiday.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Prince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-639459547683514353?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/639459547683514353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=639459547683514353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/639459547683514353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/639459547683514353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-routine-there-is-difference-without.html' title='In routine, there is difference, without which days are randomly everything and nothing.'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRkiZYlq_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/qz_U6qip1Wg/s72-c/little-prince-fox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3362917212212882706</id><published>2010-05-31T21:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:41:40.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every life is many days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRhdWWSTwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KjqMtqOMxNA/s1600/6a00d8345208f469e200e5537885558834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRhdWWSTwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KjqMtqOMxNA/s400/6a00d8345208f469e200e5537885558834-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482113803259891458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Socrates leave his house today he will find the sage seated on his doorstop. If Judas go forth tonight it is to Judas his steps will tend. Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scylla and Charybdis, Ulysses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3362917212212882706?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3362917212212882706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3362917212212882706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3362917212212882706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3362917212212882706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/05/walk.html' title='Every life is many days'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRhdWWSTwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KjqMtqOMxNA/s72-c/6a00d8345208f469e200e5537885558834-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3944989855277501666</id><published>2010-05-30T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:08:06.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plato vs. Aristotle</title><content type='html'>http://www.philosophos.com/knowledge_base/archives_9/philosophy_questions_961.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3944989855277501666?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3944989855277501666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3944989855277501666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3944989855277501666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3944989855277501666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/05/p-vs.html' title='Plato vs. Aristotle'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-4900100779826540186</id><published>2010-05-09T14:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:47:21.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opiate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRissTPkQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SSNAL-9f6x8/s1600/The-Lotus-Eaters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRissTPkQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SSNAL-9f6x8/s400/The-Lotus-Eaters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482115166362374402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's that sort of bread: unleavened shewbread. Look at them. Now I bet it makes them feel happy. Lollipop. It does. Yes, bread of angels it's called. There's a big idea behind it, kind of kingdom of God is within you feel. First communicants. Hokypoky penny a lump. Then feel all like one family party, same in the theatre, all in the same swim. They do. I'm sure of that. Not so lonely. In our confraternity. Then come out a bit spreeish. Let off steam. Thing is if you really believe in it. Lourdes cure, waters of oblivion, and the Knock apparition, statues bleeding. Old fellow asleep near that confessionbox. Hence those snores. Blind faith. Safe in the arms of kingdom come. Lulls all pain. Wake this time next year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotus Eaters, Ulysses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-4900100779826540186?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4900100779826540186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=4900100779826540186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4900100779826540186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4900100779826540186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/05/opiate.html' title='Opiate'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRissTPkQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SSNAL-9f6x8/s72-c/The-Lotus-Eaters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-6535860938555783560</id><published>2010-05-09T13:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T13:30:45.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subjective Science</title><content type='html'>"What was the chap I saw in that picture somewhere? Ah yes, in the dead sea floating on his back, reading a book with a parasol open. Couldn't sink if you tried: so thick with salt. Because the weight of the water, no the weight of the body in the water is equal to the weight of the what? Or is it the volume is equal to the weight? It's a law something like that. Vance in High school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. The college curriculum. Cracking curriculum. What is the weight really when you say the weight? Thirtytwo feet per second per second. Law of falling bodies: per second per second. They all fall to the ground. The earth. It's the force of gravity of the earth is the weight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotus Eaters, Ulysses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-6535860938555783560?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6535860938555783560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=6535860938555783560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6535860938555783560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6535860938555783560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/05/subjective-science.html' title='Subjective Science'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-135447351091641175</id><published>2010-05-02T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:58:20.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shout in the Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRlZXsOB9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/0h_DA9ERt2o/s1600/homer_nestor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRlZXsOB9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/0h_DA9ERt2o/s400/homer_nestor1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482118132947355602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to wake.&lt;br /&gt;From the playfield the boys raised a shout. A whirring whistle: a goal.&lt;br /&gt;What if that nightmare gave you a back kick?&lt;br /&gt;- The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. All human history moves towards one great goal, the manifestation of God.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:&lt;br /&gt;- That is God.&lt;br /&gt;Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee!&lt;br /&gt;- What? Mr Deasy asked.&lt;br /&gt;- A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestor, Ulysses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-135447351091641175?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/135447351091641175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=135447351091641175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/135447351091641175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/135447351091641175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/05/nestor.html' title='A Shout in the Street'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRlZXsOB9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/0h_DA9ERt2o/s72-c/homer_nestor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3535824446170447541</id><published>2010-04-20T22:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T13:00:41.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smashing Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRl8ZDlZVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8v9oOtjIo6k/s1600/the-great-gatsby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRl8ZDlZVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8v9oOtjIo6k/s400/the-great-gatsby2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482118734609212754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I couldn't forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy - they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook hands with him; it seemed silly not to, for I felt suddenly as though I were talking to a child. Then he went into the jewellery store to buy a pearl necklace - or perhaps only a pair of cuff buttons - rid of my provincial squemishness forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3535824446170447541?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3535824446170447541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3535824446170447541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3535824446170447541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3535824446170447541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/04/jazz-2.html' title='Smashing Pumpkins'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBRl8ZDlZVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8v9oOtjIo6k/s72-c/the-great-gatsby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3833769175679916012</id><published>2010-04-20T22:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:56:45.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One up on down</title><content type='html'>" 'Oh, and do you remember' - she added - 'a conversation we had once about driving a car?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why - not exactly.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I? I mean it was careless of me to make such a wrong guess. I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person. I thought it was your secret pride.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm thirty,' I said. 'I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honour.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3833769175679916012?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3833769175679916012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3833769175679916012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3833769175679916012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3833769175679916012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/04/jazz-1.html' title='One up on down'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-1298784088690157886</id><published>2010-04-04T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:16:19.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medusa's Odds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBSh2U9tZ5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/1nJG4asoWRU/s1600/enya_behead_medusa_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBSh2U9tZ5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/1nJG4asoWRU/s400/enya_behead_medusa_600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482184601129281426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My father always says, choosing a wife is like putting your hand into a bag full of writhing creatures, with one eel to six snakes. What are the chances you will pull out the eel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-1298784088690157886?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1298784088690157886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=1298784088690157886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1298784088690157886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1298784088690157886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/04/medusas-odds.html' title='Medusa&apos;s Odds'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBSh2U9tZ5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/1nJG4asoWRU/s72-c/enya_behead_medusa_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-4425591063239096224</id><published>2010-04-01T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:12:38.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-gravity</title><content type='html'>Walking. Writing. Talking. Thinking. Laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-4425591063239096224?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4425591063239096224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=4425591063239096224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4425591063239096224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4425591063239096224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/04/anti-gravity.html' title='Anti-gravity'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-2457900984130461629</id><published>2010-02-28T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:07:31.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>" 'The multitude,' Cavendish says. 'is always desirous of a change. They never see a great man set up but they must pull him down - for the novelty of the thing.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...'I think it's just people. They always hope there may be something better.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But what do they get by the change?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-2457900984130461629?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2457900984130461629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=2457900984130461629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/2457900984130461629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/2457900984130461629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/cavendish.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-7461469465167308362</id><published>2010-02-28T17:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:10:28.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpful emendations</title><content type='html'>"And all outcomes are likely, all outcomes can be managed, even massaged into desirability: prayer and pressure, pressure and prayer, everything that comes to pass will pass by God's design, a design re-envisaged and redrawn, with helpful emendations, by the cardinal. He used to say, 'The king will do such-and-such.' Then he began to say, 'We will do such-and-such.' Now he says, 'This is what I will do.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-7461469465167308362?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7461469465167308362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=7461469465167308362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/7461469465167308362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/7461469465167308362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/cardinal-wolsey.html' title='Helpful emendations'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-1151875248742329901</id><published>2010-01-09T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:02:39.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lockean Practicality</title><content type='html'>"Since the world is what it is, it is clear that valid reasoning from sound principles cannot lead to error; but a principle may be so nearly true at to deserve theoretical respect, and yet may lead to practical consequences which we feel to be absurd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Locke aimed at credibility, and achieved it at the expense of consistency. Most of the great philosophers have done the opposite. A philosophy which is not self-consistent can very well be wholly false. The most fruitful philosophies have contained glaring inconsistencies, but for that very reason have been partially true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertrand Russell/John Locke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-1151875248742329901?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1151875248742329901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=1151875248742329901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1151875248742329901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1151875248742329901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/common-sense.html' title='Lockean Practicality'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-8354990322388227188</id><published>2010-01-03T01:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:58:35.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Box' of Shaded Memories #15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/Sz-DO1waU1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/tyFHElf--ew/s1600-h/P1030582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/Sz-DO1waU1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/tyFHElf--ew/s400/P1030582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422196767348904786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched too many days pass me by. What is the focus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-8354990322388227188?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8354990322388227188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=8354990322388227188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8354990322388227188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8354990322388227188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/box-of-shaded-memories-14.html' title='Box&apos; of Shaded Memories #15'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/Sz-DO1waU1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/tyFHElf--ew/s72-c/P1030582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-6694522337291872681</id><published>2010-01-01T20:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:51:26.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leviathan: Fear of Anarchy and the Duty of Submission</title><content type='html'>"Hobbes holds that all men are naturally equal. In a state of nature, before there is any government, every man desires to preserve his own liberty, but to acquire dominion over others; both these desires are dictated by the impulse to self-preservation. From their conflict arises a war of all against all, which makes life 'nasty, brutish and short.' In a state of nature, there is no property, no justice or injustice; there is only war, and 'force and fraud are, in war, the two cardinal virtues."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hobbes considers the question why men cannot cooperate like ants and bees. Bees in the same hive, he says, do not compete; they have no desire for honour; and they do not use reason to criticize the government. Their agreement is natural, but that of men can only be artificial, by covenant. The covenant must confer power on one man or one assembly, since otherwise it cannot be enforced. 'Covenants, without the sword, are but words'. The covenant is not, as afterwards in Locke and Rousseau, between citizens and the ruling power; it is a covenant made by the citizens with each other to obey such ruling power as the majority shall choose. When they have chosen, their political power is at an end. The minority is as much bound as the majority, since the covenant was to obey the government chosen by the majority. When the government has been chosen, the citizens lose all rights except such as the government may find it expedient to grant. There is no right of rebellion, beause the ruler is not bound by any contract, whereas the subjects are. A multitude so united is called a commonwealth. This 'Leviathan' is a mortal God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-6694522337291872681?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6694522337291872681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=6694522337291872681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6694522337291872681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6694522337291872681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/hobbes-leviathan.html' title='Leviathan: Fear of Anarchy and the Duty of Submission'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-2833958249397188838</id><published>2009-12-25T18:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:06:04.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But Some Animals Are More Equal Than Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBSRW8y_BiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q9DcIlRwGNo/s1600/animalfarm2legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBSRW8y_BiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q9DcIlRwGNo/s400/animalfarm2legs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482166469879858722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... Then they saw what Clover had seen.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pig walking on his hind legs.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was Squealer. A little awkwardly, as though not quite used to supporting his considerable bulk in that position, but with perfect balance, he was strolling across the yard ... And finally there was a tremendous baying of dogs and a shrill crowing from the black cockerel, and out came Napolean himself, majestically upright, casting haughty glances from side to side, and with his dogs gambolling round him.&lt;br /&gt;He carried a whip in his trotter.&lt;br /&gt;...Then came a moment when the first shock has worn off and when, in spite of everything - in spite of their terror of dogs, and of the habit, developed through long years, of never complaining, never criticizing, no matter what happened - they might have uttered some word of protest. But just at that moment, as though at a signal, all the sheep burst out into a tremendous bleating of --&lt;br /&gt;'Four legs good, two legs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;! Four legs good, two legs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;! Four legs good, two legs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;!'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-2833958249397188838?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2833958249397188838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=2833958249397188838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/2833958249397188838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/2833958249397188838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-some-animals-are-more-equal-than.html' title='But Some Animals Are More Equal Than Others'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/TBSRW8y_BiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q9DcIlRwGNo/s72-c/animalfarm2legs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-736730992020631957</id><published>2009-12-23T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:26:56.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Authority</title><content type='html'>"Every organization needs strong leadership. At home my word is law. Whatever I say goes. For instance, recently my son wanted a laptop computer for his birthday. I said, "Go ask your mother." And he did. That's respect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Colbert&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-736730992020631957?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/736730992020631957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=736730992020631957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/736730992020631957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/736730992020631957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/12/father-authority.html' title='Father Authority'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-8673991876931272519</id><published>2009-11-29T21:14:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:54:31.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Politicians</title><content type='html'>"Nations which select the men who are to govern them might have been expected to choose men commanding universal admiration and affection; it might have been thought that those who were deemed wisest and best would be selected for the delicate and responsible job of managing other people's affairs. This, however, is not the case. In most democratic countries to call a politician is to say something derisive about him ... This is a paradox which was not foreseen by the pioneers of democracy. Indeed, it was not true in their day. When democracy is new it usually brings great men to the fore but it loses this merit as it becomes well established. Why is this?... Meanwhile, let us remember that in a democracy, criticism of our politicians is criticism of ourselves - we have the politicians we deserve."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertrand Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure is ironic that you should not let democracy fully develop for the sake of the nation. When democratic processes are fully established, it becomes a playing field favourable for the popular politician (in the negative sense) and not for a 'governor' - where qualities closer to a good manager, with a good sense of international and ground issues, would be more suitable. The unfortunate limitation of human capacity is such that the people who can 'get there' or usually very different from the people who can 'do it'. When the electorate choose options that will benefit themselves (as people tend to do on promises) and not those 'fit to rule' (which may not benefit the voter), the democratic machine blindsides itself. There is little point in criticizing the democratic system because there isn't anything hitherto better than this bad machine. But all these points toward a view that being more democratic is not necessarily a good thing ... and that we may have arrived at something good, perhaps unintentionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-8673991876931272519?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8673991876931272519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=8673991876931272519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8673991876931272519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8673991876931272519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-politicians.html' title='On Politicians'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3800671799520420656</id><published>2009-11-21T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:20:48.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stillness on the Road</title><content type='html'>My workplace is considerably far. I spend about two hours on the road, on a public bus, every weekday. During this time, I do a couple of things - read the papers, take a catnap, use the phone, think, fantasize - but most often I listen to music, body and mind still and idle, and gaze at the moving scenery. Contrary to the preference of most people, I don't really dread the locomotion because it gives time to float the weight off my psyche, fill the fissures in my temperament and raise the sensitivities of my intuition. This I believe, is close to what some spirituality-inclined folks regard as the benefits of meditation - a purported enrichment and healing of the soul. It is also close to what some 'people' (for the lack of a better description) like to call 'personal space' - an escape from the unnecessary drama and futile bustle of modern life. I convulse at the use of either terms, meditation or personal space, because one is so 'urgh' (fuddy-duddy? uncool? what!?) and the other is so 'bahh' (emo? corny? what!?). In any case, words are just words and terms terms. The point is that such a still-locomotive 'therapy' (boy, I am on a roll for word loss) is really 'good' (vocab hemorrhage). I refer back to the title, which captures all I really want to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3800671799520420656?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3800671799520420656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3800671799520420656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3800671799520420656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3800671799520420656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/stillness-on-road.html' title='The Stillness on the Road'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-8168949756729619523</id><published>2009-11-14T15:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:12:23.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a line on the left you must not cross</title><content type='html'>"Modern ideas of liberalism, egalitarian ideals, welfare state concepts ... all these are appropriate in an affluent society, but are largely irrelevant to a nation struggling to escape age-old poverty ... These concepts encourage a propensity to laziness and inaction, inculcate a belief that society owes every man a comfortable living and proliferate trade unions whose main purpose is to get more pay for less work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goh Keng Swee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-8168949756729619523?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8168949756729619523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=8168949756729619523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8168949756729619523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8168949756729619523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-is-line-on-left-where-empathy.html' title='There is a line on the left you must not cross'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-8835185844784030227</id><published>2009-11-07T16:14:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:25:19.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dangers of Communism: Marxism, Envy and the Hobbesian Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/SvZWOHARevI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HpVuNMu7vOA/s1600-h/Dominosteine-Berliner-Mauer_200911DSF5869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/SvZWOHARevI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HpVuNMu7vOA/s400/Dominosteine-Berliner-Mauer_200911DSF5869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401599603475839730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a restless, impressionable teenager who was frequently dissatisfied by my own material well-being, I was easily swayed by Marxist ideas. Throughout the years, I have many times been bought over by it, only to have it fizzled out by the irrelevancy to my day-to-day life.  As fortune would have it, and I am fortunate, I never lived in a political milieu where I had a chance for Marxist ideas to germinate. In University, the Marxist scholars that I came to know were mostly hopping on the 'hip', radical bandwagon and severely lacking in any rigorous thought or realistic convictions. On many occasions, admittedly, I identified myself with this ilk of people, if for nothing, just to appear 'smart' or 'critical'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I started to think, Marxism began to seem like a frightening joke. Besides not making any economic sense (you don't really need any more evidence than to look at the economic fiascoes in North Korea, Russia, East Germany and the likes); its pitch though seemingly a morally right one, is a dangerously wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marxism thrives on a very base and powerful emotion - envy. It borders on the genious of emotive language how Marxism cloaks envy with a cape of justice - that everybody should be equal. Instances where real exploitation takes place are given maximum exposure and unfounded generality. Overwhelmed, envy warps the reader's rationality into a lopsided train of thought that makes an imagined sense of justice so distortedly real. For the intellectually unperceptive, it gives highly-charged motive and erroneous justification for unreasonable action. Marxist material fail to mention one thing: as much as inequality is a very sad fact, it is also a very inevitable, natural phenomenon in any society, a Communist one included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communism has a very flawed premise. It conceives of Man in the romantic, as a Rousseau-sort benign nobility. Granted Man having such a capacity, it is closer to the exception rather than the norm. I am of the view, as History and experience has shown me, that Man is of the Hobbesian type. In a Communist society, once the high-falutin ideals start to wear off its charm, he will eventually partake in activities that will benefit himself rather than the greater good. And seeing the Hobbesian man benefit, other men including the romantics because of envy or a sense of justice (familiar?) react. If they are opportunistic, they will do like the Hobbesian man did. If they are not, they will find ways to stop and punish the Hobbesian man. Eventually, they resort to a legal social contract to deter and prevent people from such undesirable behavior. When sanctions originally moralistic turn legalistic to keep order, people's actions originally based on altruism turn into fear of punishment. Consequently, Communism loses its meaning and appeal in the hearts and minds of people; and people soon realise they are hopelessly trapped by rules and sanctions (not to mention physical boundaries and violence witnessed in Eastern Europe and North Korea) with little or no freedom. It befuddles me how Communism can work when its assessment of man is so naive, and throws me into despair how people can still believe it with so much evidence of its repercussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, Communism did its part in History; not as it intended but laughingly collateral. It galvanised the poor man's sentiment into an actionable voice; the content of it though erroneous, its form  powerful. Governments of the world were reminded not to neglect and pay lip service to the poor, for if they don't protect the interest of the poor man, Communism and its attendant emotive garbage would. That is Communism's greatest legacy - a caveat to governments the Pyhrric victory of the neglected, impressionable poor - its own failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-8835185844784030227?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8835185844784030227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=8835185844784030227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8835185844784030227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8835185844784030227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/dangers-of-communism-marxism-envy-and.html' title='The Dangers of Communism: Marxism, Envy and the Hobbesian Man'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/SvZWOHARevI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HpVuNMu7vOA/s72-c/Dominosteine-Berliner-Mauer_200911DSF5869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-1910897889731421346</id><published>2009-11-05T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T12:36:32.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lessons of Experience</title><content type='html'>"Most people learn nothing from experience, except the confirmation of their prejudices. To learn anything genuinely from experience requires a kind of open-mindedness which is the essence of the scientific temper, though many men of science are somewhat lacking in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertrand Russell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-1910897889731421346?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1910897889731421346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=1910897889731421346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1910897889731421346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1910897889731421346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/lessons-of-experience.html' title='The Lessons of Experience'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3889880003451274602</id><published>2009-10-19T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:12:03.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Everything, No</title><content type='html'>"There are some roads which we must not follow, some enemy troops we must not fight, some cities we must not attack, some grounds we must not contest, even some orders from the ruler which we must not obey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Tzu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3889880003451274602?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3889880003451274602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3889880003451274602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3889880003451274602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3889880003451274602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-everything-no_19.html' title='Not Everything, No'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-535954888816397693</id><published>2009-10-14T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:03:23.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Out</title><content type='html'>"Think of the different things that may be noticed in the course of a country walk. One man may be interested in the birds, another in vegetation, another in geology, yet another in the agriculture, and so on. Any one of these things is interesting if it interests you, and, other things being equal, the man who is interested in any one of them is a man better adapted to the world than the man who is not interested."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertrand Russell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-535954888816397693?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/535954888816397693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=535954888816397693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/535954888816397693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/535954888816397693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-out.html' title='Look Out'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-7390673985636431442</id><published>2009-10-04T16:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:15:32.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History is a Pendulum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/SshnqtnoGhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/P1-o6ApRufk/s1600-h/P1030435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/SshnqtnoGhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/P1-o6ApRufk/s400/P1030435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388670937646766610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cynicism such as one finds very frequently among the highly educated young men and women of [x] results from the combination of comfort with powerlessness. Powerlessness makes people feel that nothing is worth doing, and comfort makes the painfulness of this feeling just endurable. Throughout [y] the university student can hope for more influence upon public opinion than he can have in [x], but he has much less opportunity than in [x] of securing a substantial income. Being neither powerless nor comfortable, he comes a reformer or a revolutionary, not a cynic. The happiness of the reformer or revolutionary depends upon the course of public affairs, but probably even while he is being executed he enjoys more real happiness than is possible for the comfortable cynic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertrand Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above was written in 1930 comparing educated youths of the West and East - sociopolitically, the malaise of the West and purposefulness of the East. Almost 80 years on, this paragraph has struck me as somewhat the reverse, at least to the world that I understand now. Interesting, isn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-7390673985636431442?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7390673985636431442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=7390673985636431442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/7390673985636431442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/7390673985636431442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/10/history-is-pendulum.html' title='History is a Pendulum'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/SshnqtnoGhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/P1-o6ApRufk/s72-c/P1030435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3925516482730815709</id><published>2009-09-10T23:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:24:07.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Amnesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sun - God - dies solis  - Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moon - Goddess of Moon - monandaeg - Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mars - Tyr - dies Martis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; - Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercury - wodan (Odin) - Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jupiter - Thor - jove's day - Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus - Frigg - dies veneris - Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturn - sater daeg - Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we forget all the Galaxies and Gods and History and Culture and Rituals and Imagination and Fantasy behind our days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3925516482730815709?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3925516482730815709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3925516482730815709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3925516482730815709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3925516482730815709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-world-history-behind-our-banal.html' title='Social Amnesia'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3531325321237970646</id><published>2009-08-29T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:38:54.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Box' of Shaded Memories #14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/Spka9xMfCJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HeLHYmAVVtE/s1600-h/Frozen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/Spka9xMfCJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HeLHYmAVVtE/s400/Frozen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375357278723442834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words escape me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3531325321237970646?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3531325321237970646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3531325321237970646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3531325321237970646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3531325321237970646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/08/frozen.html' title='Box&apos; of Shaded Memories #14'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/Spka9xMfCJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HeLHYmAVVtE/s72-c/Frozen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3964355619065038730</id><published>2009-08-02T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:15:47.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral Sentiments</title><content type='html'>"How selfish soever man may be supposed, there are evidently some principles in his nature, which interest him in the fortune of others, and render their happiness necessary to him, though he derives nothing from it, except the pleasure of seeing it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Smith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3964355619065038730?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3964355619065038730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3964355619065038730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3964355619065038730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3964355619065038730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/08/moral-sentiments.html' title='Moral Sentiments'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-816603558305686487</id><published>2009-07-26T23:29:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:40:44.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Box' of Shaded of Memories #13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/Smx2zcM9dGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/b7WxZp2k9gA/s1600-h/Flower+and+the+City.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/Smx2zcM9dGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/b7WxZp2k9gA/s400/Flower+and+the+City.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362791882407375970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;suicide&gt;&lt;suicide&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Suicide Flower]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that vast anguish of space,&lt;br /&gt;so much time taken to tread.&lt;br /&gt;Compounded to such an ironic end,&lt;br /&gt;like a yellow flash,&lt;br /&gt;a turn of head,&lt;br /&gt;and a careless shrug.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span&gt;suicide flower&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;didn't fall from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;In impossible anti-climax,&lt;br /&gt;it laid there lazy,&lt;br /&gt;trying to die,&lt;br /&gt;while basking in the sun.&lt;/suicide&gt;&lt;/suicide&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-816603558305686487?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/816603558305686487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=816603558305686487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/816603558305686487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/816603558305686487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-suicide-flower.html' title='Box&apos; of Shaded of Memories #13'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/Smx2zcM9dGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/b7WxZp2k9gA/s72-c/Flower+and+the+City.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3462807741864646968</id><published>2009-07-19T15:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:57:50.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only story of the world</title><content type='html'>What is more limited is more desired, and what is more desired is more valuable, and what is more valuable, by virtue in and of itself, will invite increased acquisition. With increased acquisition, it becomes less limited and then less desired, and then less valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat. For (almost) everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3462807741864646968?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3462807741864646968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3462807741864646968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3462807741864646968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3462807741864646968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/07/only-story-of-world.html' title='The only story of the world'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-442144901740579848</id><published>2009-06-25T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:16:30.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Class Inspiration</title><content type='html'>http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/24/magazine/24labor-t.html?pagewanted=1&amp;amp;_r=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-442144901740579848?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/442144901740579848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=442144901740579848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/442144901740579848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/442144901740579848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/06/working-class-inspiration.html' title='Working Class Inspiration'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-9068879297611685151</id><published>2009-05-24T13:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:35:43.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Ideologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conservatism&lt;/span&gt; (reproduces inequality, for govt intervention):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- inequality as natural aspect of society. Preferable that those from the superior groups should be in positions of power in society and government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- traditional values provide guidelines for group cooperation and individual behavior. And it is the role of institutions such as the family, the church, the government to communicate and enforce these values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Classical Liberalism&lt;/span&gt; (reproduces inequality, against govt intervention):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- while equality before the law (equality of opportunity) is important, government should not attempt to create material equality (equality of outcomes). People pursue their interests in different ways and with different levels of success. Even in situations of hardship, government action is undesirable because it can undermine individual initiative and independence. Thus government should have no significant role in addressing inequalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- role of the government should be limited. Each person should be allowed to act with minimal constraints and free to pursue as much property and wealth as possible. Laissez-faire economy; unconstrained by government regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Socialism&lt;/span&gt; (levels inequality, for govt intervention): a vision through which economic and political power could be directed to benefit all groups in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marxist-Leninist Socialism&lt;/span&gt; (levels inequality, for govt intervention, use of force)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Democratic Socialism&lt;/span&gt; (levels inequality, for govt intervention, use of democratic means)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- emphasize the substantial reduction of inequalities in material conditions, power and status, but they do not attempt to achieve complete equality of material conditions. The approach to change is gradual, placing continued importance on the protection of individual rights and freedoms, even as it transforms the socio-economic order. The government might own some of the major economic resources in the society and it strongly regulates much of the economic system, but it does not attempt to plan and control all aspects of the economic system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-9068879297611685151?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9068879297611685151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=9068879297611685151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/9068879297611685151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/9068879297611685151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-p-theoretical-background-01.html' title='Political Ideologies'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-8836070575854758667</id><published>2009-05-23T15:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:36:54.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parameters</title><content type='html'>Key Concern:&lt;br /&gt;The allocation of things that are valued, whether via determination or competition or a compromise of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrative Methods:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Describing the 'what'; characterization.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Explaining 'how' and 'why'; causes or consequences.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Prescribing the 'should'; recommendations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-8836070575854758667?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8836070575854758667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=8836070575854758667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8836070575854758667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8836070575854758667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-key-concern-is.html' title='Parameters'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-468605613609288793</id><published>2009-05-17T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:27:44.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A man's character is his fate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt class="quote"&gt;Heraclitus (540 BC - 480 BC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt class="quote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-468605613609288793?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-5948405028192773228</id><published>2009-04-24T21:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:46:03.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From fact-finding to negotiation</title><content type='html'>"There is no substitute for the hard work of preparation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-5948405028192773228?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5948405028192773228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=5948405028192773228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/5948405028192773228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/5948405028192773228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-fact-finding-to-negotiation.html' title='From fact-finding to negotiation'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3105723840138771657</id><published>2009-03-22T23:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:54:23.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The croak of a clogged voice</title><content type='html'>And because you cannot hear silence, it makes faint the hollowness that resides in the heart, and uncertain the judgment of the hasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3105723840138771657?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3105723840138771657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3105723840138771657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3105723840138771657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3105723840138771657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/03/croak-of-clogged-voice.html' title='The croak of a clogged voice'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-6156309585530125828</id><published>2009-01-31T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:49:28.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Box' of Shaded Memories #12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/SYPzjNzUIJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/n0cduZ3QX98/s1600-h/MelCliffBox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/SYPzjNzUIJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/n0cduZ3QX98/s400/MelCliffBox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297345373043695762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gowns in the Sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-6156309585530125828?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6156309585530125828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=6156309585530125828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6156309585530125828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6156309585530125828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/01/box-of-shaded-memories-12.html' title='Box&apos; of Shaded Memories #12'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/SYPzjNzUIJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/n0cduZ3QX98/s72-c/MelCliffBox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-2713508239358452226</id><published>2009-01-11T14:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:12:13.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Opening Inquiry on Contentment</title><content type='html'>I have concluded - through literature, observation and experience - that choice and recognition are the strongest determinants to contentment or discontentment. The first, choice, has two not necessarily related categorical aspects - the having of choices and making good choices. To take money for example, having money gives you choices and even if you don't do anything with the money, the psychological cushion of being able to make choices is significant. Making good choices with your finances, be it an opportune investment or shopping for a good deal, also contributes to contentment. On the contrary, having the lack of choices or making bad choices bring much discontentment - in part due to real consequences, in part psychological - to the actor.  Of course, this is not restricted to money and can be applied in many cases where there are decisions to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second, recognition, is more complex. Being recognised extensively and positively, for whatever reason, lends itself to contentment. The value of the positive here happens in a context. A drug lord scoring a major business is recognised positively by a certain group of people, but recognised negatively by another. As such, it depends very much on how the actor's thought system is aligned and to which 'milieu'. The extent and quality of recognition are obvious augmenters of its contribution to contentment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-2713508239358452226?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2713508239358452226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=2713508239358452226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/2713508239358452226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/2713508239358452226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/01/opening-inquiry-on-contentment.html' title='An Opening Inquiry on Contentment'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3262621918599302872</id><published>2009-01-08T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:11:09.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you believe in?</title><content type='html'>Ideologies present limited versions of reality and expanded prophesies of what the future holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3262621918599302872?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3262621918599302872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3262621918599302872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3262621918599302872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3262621918599302872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-you-believe-in.html' title='What do you believe in?'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-4381096343450245807</id><published>2008-11-09T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:02:25.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvel Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/SRXGFjGN50I/AAAAAAAAAGA/18iFAZB6Q6I/s1600-h/dailyb_colbert_early_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/SRXGFjGN50I/AAAAAAAAAGA/18iFAZB6Q6I/s400/dailyb_colbert_early_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266333137902626626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-4381096343450245807?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4381096343450245807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=4381096343450245807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4381096343450245807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4381096343450245807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/marvel-universe.html' title='Marvel Universe'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BD2HN8nAjQ0/SRXGFjGN50I/AAAAAAAAAGA/18iFAZB6Q6I/s72-c/dailyb_colbert_early_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-3776544322550687937</id><published>2008-11-01T15:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:09:30.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Systemic Causation v. Greed</title><content type='html'>"While causation can sometimes be explained by intentional actions and sometimes by systemic interactions, too often the results of systemic interactions are falsely explained by individual intentions. Just as primitive peoples tended to attribute such things as the swaying of trees in the wind to some intentional action by an invisible spirit, rather than to such systemic causes as variations in atmospheric pressure, so there is a tendency toward intentional explanations of systemic events in the economy, when people are unaware of basic economic principles. For example, while rising prices are likely to reflect changes in supply and demand, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people ignorant of economics may attribute the rises to 'greed'...&lt;/span&gt;To say that prices are due to greed is to imply that sellers can set prices by an act of will. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If so, no company would ever go bankrupt, since it could simply raise its prices to cover whatever its costs happened to be&lt;/span&gt;. But the systemic interactions of the marketplace through supply and demand force the high-cost company to keep its prices down to where their competitors' prices are, thereby leading to losses and bankruptcy.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Charging higher prices would simply mean more losses of sales and faster bankruptcy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emphasis mine, Thomas Sowell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something obviously went wrong. Prices &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; raised, companies &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;go bankrupt, greed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;part of the explanation of the financial crisis. Yet, I am of the opinion that the general thrust of the free-market system is effective. The free-market system failed, not because the principles of economics are unsound, but because it left out the law. Regulation is needed to ensure people do not 'cheat' when they are greedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-3776544322550687937?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3776544322550687937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=3776544322550687937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3776544322550687937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/3776544322550687937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/systemic-causation-v-greed.html' title='Systemic Causation v. Greed'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-8528737233052988907</id><published>2008-10-27T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:08:04.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Times backs Obama</title><content type='html'>"After two years of a gruelling campaign, senator Barack Obama has proven that he is the right choice for president. Mr Obama has met challenge after challenge, growing as a leader and putting real flesh on his promises of hope and change. He has shown a cool head and sound judgment. We believe he has the will and the ability to forge the broad political consensus needed to solve this nation's problems. At the same time, senator John McCain has retreated even farther to the fringe of politics, running a campaign on partisan division, class warfare and even hints of racism. His policies and worldview are mired in the past. His choice of a running mate so clearly unfit for office was a final act of opportunism and bad judgment that eclipsed his 26 years in congress."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-8528737233052988907?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8528737233052988907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=8528737233052988907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8528737233052988907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/8528737233052988907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-york-times-backs-obama.html' title='New York Times backs Obama'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-1755688430852286978</id><published>2008-10-20T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:28:06.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pork and Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Im'ma do the things that I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got a thing to prove to you&lt;br /&gt;I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans&lt;br /&gt;Excuse my manners if I make a scene&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine and dandy with the me inside&lt;br /&gt;One look in the mirror and i'm tickled pink&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a hoot about what you think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weezer&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/36793314-1755688430852286978?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1755688430852286978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=1755688430852286978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1755688430852286978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/1755688430852286978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/pork-and-beans.html' title='Pork and Beans'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-4471459335155189146</id><published>2008-10-19T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:59:18.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why markets are left to run on their own</title><content type='html'>"While markets coordinated by price movements – “capitalism” as it is called – may seem like a simple thing, markets are misunderstood more often than some other things that are considered more complex. Although a free market economic system is sometimes called a profit system, it is in reality a profit-and-loss system – and the losses are equally important for the efficiency of the economy, because losses tell producers what to stop producing. Without really knowing why consumers like one set of features rather than another, producers automatically produce more of what earns a profit and less of what is losing money. That amounts to producing what the consumers want and stopping the production of what they don’t want. Although the producers are only looking out for themselves and their companies’ bottom line, nevertheless from the standpoint of the economy as a whole the society is using its scarce resources more efficiently because decisions are guided by prices."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Sowell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-4471459335155189146?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4471459335155189146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=4471459335155189146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4471459335155189146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/4471459335155189146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-markets-are-left-to-run-on-their.html' title='Why markets are left to run on their own'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36793314.post-6962698110642353775</id><published>2008-08-14T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:33:49.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice is Tiresome</title><content type='html'>"Most of the work that most people have to do is not in itself interesting, but even such work has certain great advantages. To begin with, it fills a good many hours of the day without the need of deciding what one shall do. Most people, when they are left free to fill their own time according to their own choice are at a loss to think of anything sufficiently pleasant to be worth doing. And whatever they decide on, they are troubled by the feeling that something else would have been pleasanter. To be able to fill leisure intelligently is the last product of civilisation, and at present very few people have reached this level."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertrand Russell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36793314-6962698110642353775?l=blackboxspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6962698110642353775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36793314&amp;postID=6962698110642353775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6962698110642353775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36793314/posts/default/6962698110642353775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackboxspot.blogspot.com/2008/08/choice-is-tiresome.html' title='Choice is Tiresome'/><author><name>Box'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00422723686540744481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilur2tgscr8/TyftRjD15uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rX7anYW-gxA/s220/Thegreatwave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
