Saddened by a Passing

Before developing my fascination with the written word and anything literary, I was first a fan of Science especially Astronomy.  I have been looking up (or down) at the stars, the moon, and other heavenly bodies the moment I was brought out into the world.

I remember catching glimpses of Star Trek back in the 70's and early 80's and not really watching episodes at length since I didn't have power over the TV.  What I got though was time to read and one of the books I picked up from my father's shelf was a small pocketbook that had Kirk, Spock, and Doc McCoy on the cover, with their futuristic uniforms with bell-bottom pants.

I don't remember anything about the book but what I remember feeling was a burning fascination with space, there was always something in that darkness between stars, in the glow that nebulae emitted.  I got a chance to pass this fascination, this amazement with the sky to some students a decade or more ago when I was given a chance to teach Science.

I could go on and on...

Leonard Nimoy and a host of movies called Star Trek got me hooked more than Star Wars.  You see, Star Trek made space attainable for me.  Star Wars gave me space as a fantasy.

So when I found out through a text message from Misis (the bringer of good and sad news, my loving journalist), sadness reached me and continue to overwhelm me like the light from dead stars.  But this is not about me.  So I'll stop and just post this simple art as my tribute to him who recently moved to the stars.

Leonard Nimoy
1931 - 2015

For a short, factual, and loving tribute, read the piece from the Scientific American.

"Live long and prosper."
image also from the Scientific American


I am certain.

To Misis.

I don't really have to post this.

I am under no obligation to write this.

Yet I am exercising my freedom to do so.

Not because it's the season that makes this emotion so trivial albeit extravagant.

I was looking at the passenger seat the other day as the girls were making that usual raucous riot at the back.

You are still there beside me.  As it has been for over 10 years.

And it hit me again.  You're right.

I really, really, love you.


Table for 22

I have been away for far too long.

I know I should be here more frequently not for nostalgia's sake but for the handful of people who bother to read this and to YOU who happened to discover this blog.

Call it destiny, call it ennui, or call it whatevery (I just had to rhyme).

So where was I, oh yes, my absence.  It requires another lengthy post, something I cannot afford to do now but plan to make up for it later.

Meanwhile, let me direct you to this video.  If just one of my math teachers were as sensitive to my needs and allayed my fears with numbers (also looking as awesome), I would have been a good Math student.

Please click and spend the next few minutes enjoying math.



Dead, Hard, and Stiff

Tao Te Ching - Lao Tzu - chapter 76

A man is born gentle and weak.
At his death he is hard and stiff.
Green plants are tender and filled with sap.
At their death they are withered and dry.

Therefore the stiff and unbending is the disciple of death.
The gentle and yielding is the disciple of life.

Thus an army without flexibility never wins a battle.
A tree that is unbending is easily broken.

The hard and strong will fall.
The soft and weak will overcome.


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I feel my muscles stiffen due to stress.  Most stress is self-imposed brought about by too much thinking and attempts to rationalize everything that happens around us.  We can't know all the answers to our questions, the solutions to all the world's problems.

I know that yet sometimes I still inflict myself with the negativity, the resentment, the anger, the complaint, most of which pertain to things beyond my circle of influence.

So I stiffen.  I die every time.

I need serenity and peace.  Oh universe, bring them to me.


Missing in Action

I have been missing in action here but getting very active somewhere else.

Related to my online life, I have been preoccupied with a number of things:

1. Playing Clash of Clans. Saying hi to my clanmates. I really enjoy playing this game.

2. Writing for an online/social networking site and getting a few dollars for my posts. (Desperate times, call for desperate measures).

3. Learning from an MOOC. Which reminds me, I'm a week late from the course.

I have been contemplating whether I should retire this blog that I've had for 10 years.

Sentimentalism seems to get the better of me.

Besides, I think I have a handful of friends who still drop by and visit.

Make your presence felt people by posting a comment.

Until the next post.

See 'ya.
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