25 January 2005
PHOTO DIARY.
On Sunday me and Andrew tried to adjust the DVD drive laser potentiometer in my XBox. It's been on the fritz. So we opened up the case...
...and decided to give up because it was too hard.
PHOTO DIARY.
We went to dim sum downtown on Sunday, only to find that the whole mall was filled with an ear-splitting fire alarm. Then, we realized that the all the girls were wearing powder blue, and all the boys were wearing green.
PHOTO DIARY.
Da Clozr? More like Da Lozr. (Cars are a very important medium of expression in Los Angeles.)
BOOK: THE CURIOUS INCIDENT OF THE DOG IN THE NIGHT-TIME (2004).
An young autistic boy living outside of London investigates the murder of a neighborhood dog. Author Mark Haddon, who writes children's books as well, has created the literary equivalent of a starkly inked graphic novel with his story of a boy who can't connect with society--indeed, he is simply unable to read basic emotions, decipher desires of the heart, or even endure being touched by his parents.
The sudden appearance the a dog on a neighbor's frong lawn, dead with a fork stuck in its belly, at first seems like ironic bit of po-mo amusement. But fortunately for us, the dog turns out to be a harbinger of heartbreaking truths about the boy's parents and the ever-shifting world around him. Haddon's prose reads like a minimal study in diary-writing, punctuated with sad little illustrations, mathematical equations, and decision trees, all of which gain greater (and sometimes excruciating) emotional significance as the boy's investigation reveals more and more about the contradictions that form the structure of the outside world.
I loved this book. Maybe it's because in my own work I also tend to write about children and the specific poignance their inability to understand adult concepts like deceit under the guise of love. As fascinating as it is to watch this autistic boy genius catalog humanity's little daily hypocrasies, even more enduring is his essential coldness. When he wishes to be the last person on the planet, free from other people, he is not indulging in a greedy child's fantasy; he geniuinely wants to be the last person on the planet. He is beyond hope, and beyond the affection we've built up for him throughout. The novel leaves us sweetly heartbroken.
And that is why I like the Monty Hall Problem.
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