Thursday, April 17, 2008
On average, there are 4 PSPs in any MRT train carriage everytime I board the train. I suppose this varies by the time of day (probably happens more in the afternoons and weekends than peak hours on workdays - but then, maybe not) and the carriage (maybe they gravitate towards the end carriages where they can sit down and play).
But anyway, it's an interesting observation. If you take it as an average and multiply that over the number of carriages in an MRT train (??), I think that adds up to a fair number of PSPs.
Apart from possible hypotheses we can suggest about lifestyle and consumer purchasing trends and the ubiquity of handheld gaming, there are also interesting thoughts to draw out about social behaviour in public and on public transport, the idea of private space in public space and common behaviour within this semi-private space, and of course, being in a private (?) virtual world (the game) while sitting in a very public real world space. How natural is it to switch frames of reference from real to virtual, or offline to online, these days?
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Listening to Bob Dylan now, which I haven't intentionally done before. I'm surprised that I haven't. Perhaps out of fear. That I should identify with his music and his writing. And fail to reconcile.
But today I am in exactly that mode. Of early dreams frustrated. Of ambitions abandoned disillusioned. Of a loss of faith in progress. But also a feeling of liberation. Or being thrown into the wild. The great unknown ahead. A heady mix of fear and excitement.
Living with uncertainty and launching into the unknown, taken positively, a pioneer spirit, negatively, foolhardiness. Where there a constant feeling of discomfort. And yet the freedom allures.
What is it about freedom that makes it a value unto itself? Is it really all that it's cracked up to be? Political freedom, moral freedom, economic freedom, financial freedom, freedom of speech, freedom of conscience, freedom to choose, freedom to act, freedom to live, freedom to be. Something so intangible, yet so desired. Something so contentious, yet so accepted.
How does it feel
To be on your own
When no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
- Bob Dylan, Like a Rolling Stone