Showing posts with label assay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label assay. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The one thing I hate




I hate the idea that people hate something. Am I conflicting myself here? Well, I take the blame and use this word for one last time.

The word hate implies utter rejection, irreconcilable aversion, a no turning back footing, a lost chance for understanding or forgiving. It has no reason, no tangible physical appearance, and no constructive energy that would forward any cause. Hate is the springboard for distruction, atrocities, terror, and the historical debris from the down of mankind of the "eye for an eye" mentality. Hate exists only in our head but boy, is it well rooted there…!

As I see it, hate exists in two forms: sensorial and intellectual.

On the subject of “sensorial hate” let me bring up an early childhood memory. In my young age, I used to “hate” carrots in the soup. One day, having been fed up with all the unconsumed carrots piling up on the side of my soup bowl, my daycare teacher made me eat every bit of them. Being obedient as I was, I struggled really hard to swallow the apparently disgusting, overcooked, mushy and tasteless substance. Hard as I tried, within minutes it came back with a violent gush. It covered the table, my fellow tablemates and the teacher’s sparkling white coat with the half digested soup particles that never fulfilled their original purpose of nourishing my rapidly growing body. Did I say I hated cooked carrots?

Well, time has passed, and I changed. One day I noticed that I was not pushing the cooked carrots on the side of the plate any more. No, not because I found it childish, but because I enjoyed eating it. So, what happened to my hatred for cooked carrots!?

I think we can dislike something with different intensity but probably should never feel that we hate it. One day, we might just need to “eat our words”.

As to the “intellectual” hate, I recall my distaste for the Eastern European political system before the changes took place in the 80s. One might say that I hated it there in those days. I was struggling in 1 room sublets, moonlighting just to be able to pay for a few dinners with my girlfriends. I was bickering that I could not see the rest of the world, as I was dying to, because the country had no hard currency to spare for tourism. The organization of society was overly controlling, restrictive, and did not give a real chance to the people to choose their ways. The state socialism heavily manipulated the economy with little attention to basic rules. The leaders, after all, had to look good at the end of every 5-year planning cycle. I think hate is what I may have felt for being cheated, shortchanged and exploited.

Then, I found myself on the polar opposite of that political and economical system. I arrived to the USA. Without getting into too much detail, slowly I started to appreciate some of the good things the socialist system had to offer back in Eastern Europe. Beside the obvious social benefits, people seemed to care about each other. A common goal was almost always on equal footing with individual interests and this provided a certain sense of community. Greed was denounced back there, not considered a “virtue” and a necessity for economical growth as declared, among others, by Rick Newman in his assay “The need for greed”.

So, there went my hate, or perhaps the closest I have ever gotten to it, against an old, discredited political scheme. It mellowed down to a mere dislike. I became a critical viewer of a large-scale social experiment that nonetheless, produced less victims then the settlement of the Americas or the system change in Iraq. Unlike hate, this newly found emotion did not prevent me from noticing and acknowledging certain likeable and desirable features of that defunct piece of modern history.

So, just like with the “sensorial hate”, we also have to be careful with the “intellectual hate”. A person, a view, an action may appear dark or devilish but we always need to leave some wiggle room for the benefit of doubt, room for ourselves to revisit or even reevaluate the subject of our dislike. And hate prevents us from doing that.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

The Window - a barrier and a link... -

Although this is simply a short assay for a writing class, I think that something... hhmm...of general interest perhaps?... transpires from it.



Photography credit: self - Sunset from my window -

The Window


OK, so I have to write something really original and exciting about windows. No, not MS Windows®, the one that single handedly enriched my vocabulary of 4 letter words in the past 15 years and finally led me to the industrial design marvels of Steve Jobs.

Not that window. It is that old, little, witty design that has managed the impossible for millennia: separating two sides of the world while providing a link…, no, rather a portal, between those two worlds. The visual information freely crosses the window, the barrier between me and the outside, without crashes and rebooting, and sets off all kind of sensation in my mind. I hear the chatter of the lark surging toward the sky on the meadow behind our back window; smell the spring flowers as I amaze their sudden appearance in the garden on the first warm spring day; feel the silky smoothness of the brand new, semitransparent, red blouse of the neighbor girl as she passes by my office window on the way for her first rendezvous; taste the Jerry Garcia flavor as I marvel at the ice cream making on a factory tour; hear the hammering of the heavy machinery at the newly erected skeleton of a skyscraper across the street from my hotel room – OK let’s forget about the hammering…-

Yes, the window that manages to separate and connect at the same time with such ease! A simple invention, the caliber of the wheel, that served humanity in so many different ways from the lookout of ancient people to defend themselves to the peephole of the submergible “Trieste” that allowed, for its two… hhmm shall we say lunatic?.. occupants, to preview the deepest underwater point on Earth in the Mariana Trench at 10915 m.The window that makes me wonder what lies behind as I pass by old houses in narrow, windy streets; that makes me pause for its sheer beauty when the window seal is decorated with burning red geranium. There are the stern, grated holes of the penitentiary centers with their sinister look as I drive by them on the highway or the dazzling glass palaces of city downtowns with their grandiose windows mirroring the sky like the ocean on a windless day.

Yes, the window can do all that. But the best it can do is, to separate while connecting. If we could just learn this from the window. If we could just learn to apply this simple principle of being separated yet connected, to the many other aspects of life: living with our next door neighbor, being born with a certain color or gender preference, liking indy music or Teleman, enjoying old black and white American movies or the latest Hollywood action farce, having a certain religion or pursuing a political agenda...,

yes, mostly to religion and politics!