Present to the boss

Attended the Pre-U Sem 2025 closing ceremony as staff in charge of my institute's delegation. Arrived just in time to catch one of my kids making a presentation about her team's project. She performed well, all bright, animated, rehearsed and polished but not beholden to script. What I didn't realize until a few seconds later was to whom she was presenting. It was to the new boss himself. Here you see the back of his head. It's the closest in proximity I've ever been to my industry's top brass. Just an observation.

Discover Dogs 2013

Took Tasha to the Expo for the Discover Dogs 2013 event. She had a whale of a time socializing with so many other dogs in various states of dress and grooming. We tried her out on the agility circuit and she had no difficulty making the jumps. She'll have to conquer her fear of the high ramp, though... and, of course, learn to be more responsive to her owner's voice commands if she wants to compete in this arena. Meantime, we went shopping for dry food, treats, shampoo, ear cleaning fluid and picked up a bunch of free samples along the way too. We spent enough to claim a free ear cleaning for Tasha. My, doesn't the groomer look familiar, Tash?

Not easily won

I once told x13 that we weren't scholar material. Every bit of success we got would not have been easily obtained, but rather the result of a very hard slog through blood, sweat and tears. Guess what? They girded up, put their noses to the grindstone and started grinding.

I've never taken a CT before that produced multiple distinction achievers at the 'A' Levels... until now. I shouldn't take pride in an achievement based on an effort not my own, but I can't help but be proud of x13 for their determination to do well and the grit to pull it off in the end. Very nicely done, kids!

A ball of string looks at another

Everything is string. I spent an afternoon examining plasticized human remains and concluded that we are held together by string, we move through and interact with our environment by precisely manipulating string, and we are entirely composed of string: a sentient winding of bundled knots and fibres. We're essentially a rag-doll puppet moving on its own power.

Of course, there's different kinds of string -- different textures, different elasticities, different compositions even. Nerve fibre is different from tendon, which is different from veins and capillaries, which is different from muscle tissue, which is different from bone matter... but however you look at it, it's all just string.

The idea is mildly unsettling. We think of ourselves as more than just cables and wiring all twisted together, but that's all that remains of us when the spark of life has left the body. These bodies have been lovingly and carefully preserved and sculpted by the exhibitors so we, the living, can see ourselves in these frozen, exploded images and marvel at the "piece of work that is a man" -- before walking out the front door looking to stuff ourselves with more junk food, indulge in more bad habits that will undoubtedly hasten our own impending necrosis in the days to come.

I admit, it got to me. Side by side with healthy specimens were also diseased ones to show how their donors probably met their ends. There were aneurysms; cancers; tar-blackened lungs; fatty-smooth, engorged livers; shrunken, overworked kidneys; a heart enlarged by stress and strain; and a couple of genetic abnormalities too. All the time I was wondering if the donors could see themselves inside-out as we can them now, would they have changed their habits, their diets or addictions in exchange for a few more years of life?

Am I going to change mine? This twist of string, yarn, twine, fibre, tubing, wire all compactly woven into the thing that is me could perhaps do with some slightly healthier habits. Starting tomorrow.

Body Worlds is at the Singapore Science Centre until March 2010, in case any other woolly tangle of string is interested to go see.