Best comment I have come across thus far (via Jezebel):
You’re not your embroidery. You’re not how much money your father has set aside for your dowry. You’re not the carriage you drive. You’re not the contents of your reticule. You’re not your fucking pelisse. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the Empire.
Inception, as Leonardo DiCaprio said in a CNN interview, is a difficult film to describe, even though narrating the plot seems simple. The film introduces individuals who have the ability to manipulate dreams – through building dreamt realities, through pulling people into their dreams or entering other people’s dreams. The capitalistic ethos of the film says that once an individual has an idea, it will be present in his or her subconscious and is susceptible to be stolen from the dreamscape. Now imagine stealing, or “extracting,” the designs of the iPod or iPhone from Steve Jobs or Jonathan Ives before they even put together the copyright papers.
Sawyer: Damn it, Jack – turn around and look at me.
Jack: Not gonna.
Sawyer: Hey! Cowboy up and let’s talk about this. It’s not your fault Sayid, Jin and Sun are dead. I pulled the wires when you told me not to.
Jack: Sawyer, I’m JACK. I’m supposed to lead everyone. They trusted me… Although you did pull the wires after I yelled not to.
Sawyer: No kiddin’ – but you probably didn’t know how schizo you looked, producing a ticking bomb from your trusty little knapsack and telling us nothing is gonna happen.
Jack: You can’t see it but I’m looking extra pensive right now.
Sawyer:(sigh) Sulk it out and then we do what it is that weird touchy Jacob asked you to. And why do I have my shirt on for so long on this episode? It’s the series finale. I’m taking it off.
“And then I, I get off and I, have a drink, and then I fly home.”
Can’t wait for this Friday when a few close friends will get together for the finale. Since the finale first aired on Sunday night US time it’s been phenomenally hard to avoid spoilers with all the chatter online. Yes, I am biased.
Today was my last day working for the National Heritage Board, a government agency that manages national museums in Singapore.
It has been a fun year, constantly meeting new people from all walks and working on a range of initiatives. I’m especially thankful to be able to see what goes on behind-the-scene and get acquainted with the folks – curators, conservators, directors, programming teams, facilities managers and all other people – that make museums happen.
I was already a museum geek before I joined NHB but the important roles museums play are even more certain for me now. So I’d like to take a page out of critic Lee Wengchoy’s book for an observation – that Singapore ought to beef up the museums’ curatorial muscle, be it art or anthropology.
Accessibility and acknowledgment are important but it’s also my thought that we spend comparatively not enough on educating and cultivating museums’ “meat.” Good marketing makes for the sizzle but it is the steak that feeds.
Fortunately there’s a fair bit of exciting things to look forward to – thanks to the establishment of institutions such as the National Art Gallery and international exchanges such as ones between the Peranakan Museum and France’s Musée Guimet. Now that the hardware (structure) is in place, it really is about the software (content). To use a crude analogy, we shouldn’t have a(nother) cultural equivalent of ION Orchard – spectacular exterior architecture but with the same Prada and Zara stores.
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I am taking a break from work for a while and will see what is out there. And I now have the time for some overdue light reading. Auf Wiedersehen.
Okie, Stephie and Dottie, this is way-er overdue. Here are a couple of photos taken at the two parties that tied me down at work – a private Halloween’s event at the MINT Museum of Toys and a late night party at the Singapore Art Museum. The two parties ran a week apart, both on a Saturday night, and they were gooooood.
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Dottie, Me, Stephie, Matt
Shermeen came as Minnie Mouse! And Strawberry Nabilah brought along two Macs. [click to continue…]