Welcome to yoonamania where I put down the nonsense that pops up in my head from time to time. Please do not expect to make any sense out of my blatherings. It's called nonsense for a reason. Nor should you expect to enjoy any good writing. My English sucks moose ass. But I don't really care since I'm sure your Korean isn't any better. Please try to keep your expectations low and just chill like potatoes... or beets... or parsnips. Oh and yeah, don't take it seriously unless you think I think you must.

Yours truly, etc. yoonamaniac

May 19, 2008>

Mania

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A friend of mine, whose identity will remain anonymous because she’s internetphobic and firmly believes some harm would come to her if any of her information including her all too common first name is displayed on a website, protested I didn’t make any sense in my last blog entry. I countered with, what? only the last entry didn’t make sense? She dismissed me by saying most don’t make any sense and gave me a few examples, which I’m not going to list all but one of the reasons why the last one didn’t make sense so you know what she’s talking about. I wrote,

So there, I scratch off playing professional poker from the list of things I might be able to do if I become jobless. Because I don’t know how to play poker.

She pointed out that by starting the first sentence with “So there,” I implied that the reason for the scratch off was my realization that I’m not smart enough, seeing that all these poker player are geniuses. But then I added another sentence, which by the way is not a complete sentence at all and should have been appended at the end of the first sentence, that gave a totally different reason of me not knowing how to play poker. My answer? What do you mean? Do I usually make sense? OUTSIDE my blog? Did you notice my previous sentence was not complete, by the way? You mean my blog is supposed to make sense? You actually expect it to make sense? OK, then, Ms. anal anonymous, I win.

So just to annoy my friend – Hi, my anonymous friend! – here is another nonsensical blog.

I happened upon an interesting article, The 10 smartest animals, on MSNBC. I found it interesting not because it included species like cephalopods or crows or squirrels that I have never considered “smart”, but because of the indication that in some of the tests conducted to test their intelligence, the animals did better than the human test subjects. For instance, chimpanzees did better at number memory test (don’t know what a number memory test is, but sounds legitimately cool enough) and dolphins were more creative than humans. Also, it pointed out animals are self aware, make tools and use them, and understand different concepts relating to different visuals (pictures, for instance). In other words, these animals exhibited signs of possessing the abilities which are pretty much the things that we human beings have used to separated human beings as something special, the things unique to human beings that made us the species that matter the most, the one and only species whose interests and welfare valuable enough to be protected at the expense of other species if needed.

Naturally, I felt an enormous satisfaction reading this article because it supports my deviant, not to mention unpopular, position that human beings are most definitely NOT anything special. Sure, collectively, we possess higher intelligence according to the definition of the word “intelligence” understood among human beings (Maybe the definition of intelligence among, say, elephants is different, who knows?) But does the life of a person who wasn’t smart enough to get into any college count less than the one who graduated with honors with multiple degrees from IVY league schools? Even so, why, that crow who could make a tool out of a wire to reach for something he wanted is much smarter than A LOT of people I know.

We protect our interest because the arms always bend inwards. We do it at the expense of other species because we are selfish and greedy. Because we are arrogant. Because we are incredibly conceited (I know, it’s redundant. The same as arrogant, but I want to annoy certain somebody I know). Because we are inconsiderate. Because we think we can do better than nature. Because we think we can be God. And because we WANT to be God.

Should I or should I not hop down from my soapbox? Cause it’s kinda nice up here. By the way, my anonymous friend, did you like the previous paragraph, the incomplete sentences galore or what? :D

May 19, 2008>

Peeps

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I had a very long day at work today mainly because all three of us in our group were too lazy to walk over to the next building, whopping 0.1 mile or so away from the building we were at, to retrieve the CD from the CD-ROM drive that seemed to be malfunctioning, which turned out to be the case when one of us – most definitely not me, it’s never me – walked over and got the CD at around 6pm. We were done in about 2 hours, the very thing that we had been trying to do all day without having to walk to the next building.

So, since I’m so unbelievably exhausted even without having to walk that 0.2 mile, I’m just gonna share something that made my jaw drop today. We were eating pizza for lunch watching the final match of a poker tournament (I had no idea they aired poker matches on network TV until today!) between two players who are said to be mathematical players. One of them, Chris Ferguson, who eventually won the match, has a PhD in computer science from UCLA. The other player, Andy Bloch, who I was rooting for because he resembled Robin Williams, not that I’m particularly a fan of Robin Williams but because he had the same kind of mischievous smile looking quite humorous with his getup involving a funky hat. And he, get this, has not one, but two engineering degrees from MIT, AND a law degree from Harvard. And oh yes, he does have the license to practice law although he’s never practiced. And they are professional poker players. So yeah my jaw is very sore from being dropped, and fitting it back into my face wasn’t any small feat either.

So there, I scratch off playing professional poker from the list of things I might be able to do if I become jobless. Because I don’t know how to play poker.