All You Need Is/Are

Today I opened Pandora Radio on my phone and quickmix played this song:

             "All you need is love, all you need is love,

All you need is love, love, love is all you need."

Its the all too familiar song "All You Need is Love" by none other than THE Beetles (stress on the THE). As my brain absorbs the song I begin ponder more deeply about its message. So... all that you really need is love right?

Actually, its wrong on several fronts and here is my argument.

1. To live, you also need money. Unless you sell your love on the open market, "love" itself does not generate any income. But selling love is prostitution and is illegal by US law. You will probably get arrested and fined probably more than you got paid. Also, if you do sell love in the open market in Nevada (on the assumption of without a "pimp"), where it is legal (apparently) you will be undoubtedly outcompeted by black markets in southern Asian countries such as Cambodia and Thailand. Let's face it: Asians out-compete everyone (take the Chinese for example). Thus selling love is not profitable nor is it legal in parts of the world that would read this blog.

2. To live for more than 3 days you need water. To live more than 30 days, you need food. If you only depend on "love", you will likely die of dehydration, starvation or all of the above. Now, its needless to say, of course you can eat your lover and drink their blood for water. But as Johnny Depp insightfully stated in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, "that is called cannibalistic, my dear children". Also, in order to drink your lovers' blood and eat their flesh, you will first need to kill them which is not only a social and legal taboo, but you will also, in the process, lose the "all you need" thing in life. Realistically, love is not food.

3. To live, one would need air to breathe. Now it is possible to extract all the oxygen and essential air components such as nitrogen and carbon dioxide out of your "lover"'s body but that process would take immense scientific research, investment and long FDA approval. By the time you find a machine that can do that, your will have likely suffocated to death due to lack of oxygen. To say the least, the process is like trying to make lead into gold (a tragic love story huh?).

So I urge you, Mr. THE Beetles, please think of a better message for your songs and please think before you mislead generations of your loyal listeners (including, I, myself). I mean, look at where we are today? I rest my case.

-Luk

Daily Dose of Anecdote

So pretend you are a character in a video game (mario bros, call of duty, pretty princess, ugly prince, whatever). You have reached the end of the beginning of your journey and you are at two crossroads. One: is full of uncertainty and perhaps if you have good luck, you shall get the next coin or glass slipper or power sword, or you may meet your worst enemy--the poisonous apple, "bad guys", a sleeping dragon, you know.The other is a path of safety that will keep on you waiting indefinitely, stuck at: game loading-99%. So the question is how to customize your game avatar to look as attractive as you are not but, rather, which fork in the road do you choose: one of adventure or assurance?

How about try to save your game data first so in case you fail with taking the risk of the adventure route, you can start again, right? But if your game card data is full, I think you might as well take the chance--and "spread your wings" but first remember to cultivate some wings with feather hormone injections (im pretty sure they sell those right?). But if your feathers fail you, I guess you can always start the game over.

But in real life, there are no do overs, no back-up memory card. We are perpetually going in one direction: forward. So really, which one to pick? Which dirt or pebbled path will get pretty princess safely to the ball (with not one strand of hair out of place) and which one will lead the prince to the princess, who is at the ball, by the way.

But I can explain...

At this point you are probably thinking, where in the world did this blog title come from? The best answer that I can give you is that it really did not come from anywhere too exciting:

I am a big fan of sweaters, in fact, whenever i go shopping, i almost always buy a sweater. Sweaters like all thing can be made from different materials. Cotton, wool and cashmere are among the acceptable ones. However, acrylic, nylon and viscose are not. I admit, i am guilty of owning a few synthetic sweaters, but they are all blended materials (ie: cotton-viscose blend). I remember once when i got this 100% acrylic sweater and it gave me a horrendous itch on my arms and back.

Here is a rating of different sweater materials:

from most soft to least:

1. Cashmere 2. Merino Wool 3. Cotton 4. Normal Wool 5. Synthetic

from most expensive to least

1. Cashmere 2. Merino Wool 3. Normal Wool 4. Cotton 5. Synthetic

Obviously, comfort varies directly with price. So i guess you really get what you pay for no matter what coupons you try to use that was stolen from your friend's friend's daughter's mother (aka your friend's friend).

So i guess my answer to the question is like acrylic sweaters, this blog doesn't make sense. Although they are well intentioned, they should not theoretically exist. In the end, this blog just takes up address on blogspot that someone might want i can sell for profit...you know, like WUFPH.com

- Luk

While I'm at It...

...i might as well create another post. And, it is only just that I introduce myself. Hello, nice to meet "you", my name contain the letters, L, H, A, U, N, K, Z...am I forgetting any? oh right, and G. Didn't think I was going to make it easy, right? Anyhoo, who I am exactly, you will have to sieve out from my posts (Comming Soon to internet near you). Have fun working.

-Luk

Why?

Its the essential question human, chickens, ducks, turtles, frogs...etc have been asking since the dawn of creation/evolution. Why? Well, why...what? What Why? Because... may not have an unambiguious answer that follows. Why did the apple fall from the tree? Why does the earth revolve around the sun? Why the "Bieber/Beaver fever" (I promise, I don't have it)? All questions, all the same.

But why, why this blog? That's a question I can't even answer. Perhaps I don't have a life. Maybe I want to exist one of millions, or billions of bloggers out there (besides, fitting in is a good thing right?...). You be the judge.