September 13, 2004

An essay about the art of essay-writing by Paul Graham, showing staggering breadth in thinking. I loved the comb-over digression.

Remember the essays you had to write in high school? Topic sentence, introductory paragraph, supporting paragraphs, conclusion. The conclusion being, say, that Ahab in Moby Dick was a Christ-like figure.

Oy. So I'm going to try to give the other side of the story: what an essay really is, and how you write one. Or at least, how I write one.

here

September 11, 2004

I have several accounts with online content providers like Friendster and Kinja. Two weeks ago I felt my passwords were too easy so I changed all of them. The best passwords use letters and numbers, no alphanumeric characters. Switch capitalisation, it is recommended.

I thought I was on time when I woke up at 6:20 this morning. You have to allow at least 1 hour to get the bus. I reach the bus stop and I let a bus go by. I ate a small breakfast and walk to the bus stop. I want the 23 because it stops right outside the school. But 3 other buses go to Ampang Point, a 10-minute walk to my destination. Soon afterwards I have a cold sweat, I'm afraid to be late. I work myself up into a mild panic. 4-5 buses roll by, none going in my direction. When an Ampang Point bus finally arrives, I wonder if he could go any slower. I look at the bus ticket and it says 7:47 and I should be at the school at 8:00.

I have to walk to school from Ampang Point. When I'm close enough to see the school the 23 rolls by. In school, they are doing dance warm-ups on stage but there's supposed to be a workshop for IB coordinators. After the IB coordinators take the stage, soon after I'm turning off the stage lights to simulate logging into the visitors account. The stage lights don't turn back on. Now that I've noticed, the lights in the control booth have turned off. I get it into my head I will be blamed for the turn of events. But after running around, I calm down a bit when I realise there's nothing more I can do.

So I'm sitting in the dark in the control booth, can't remember any of my passwords but Blogger, panic bleeding away. I received a dispatch from the Poynter Institute which said stress is a manifestation of readiness. Next time I look forward to something.