The Domino Effect

This is one of my posts on Come Down the Rabbit Hole, a year-long project I’m doing with my friends. Here’s a taste of our blog; check it out if you’re interested!

Come Down The Rabbit Hole

Moving forward without looking back is a pretty good life philosophy; future success may be hindered by a focus on past failures.  However, like all good advice, it should be taken with a pinch of salt.  An obsession with the past is obviously unhealthy, but correcting past mistakes is key in life.

People say that it took Thomas Edison more than a thousand tries to get the light bulb right, which is great evidence for the fruits of persistence, but let’s look closer.  Why was Thomas Edison successful in designing a working light bulb?  I might not know the full answer, but I do know that one part of it is this: Edison learned from what he did wrong in his previous light bulbs and modified his subsequent light bulbs accordingly.

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The Domino Effect

The Scarlet Number

How does community affect an individual’s ability to express his or her self?

First, picture a small, 17th century settlement on the northeastern coast of the United States.  To say that this community is a budding new nation is a laughable notion; it is merely the trans-Atlantic outskirts of Europe, barely qualifying as the edge of civilization.  The Puritans, having traveled too far from mother England to take much with them, built a village from scratch and are going about their everyday lives: the men are working out in the field, the women are cooking and doing other household chores and the children are helping out with whatever they can.  Daily routine is the same each day: wake up, work (attend church if it is Sunday), sleep, and repeat.  The air is salty and reeks of the overbearing smell of fish and seaweed, the people are austere and plainly dressed, and the wind as cold and unforgiving as the law of the land.  A lone woman walks throughout town, attracting sidelong glances from all, young and old.  Hester Prynne, with her red “A” emblazoned on her dress, is no rare sight in town, but the townspeople part for her as if her sin were contagious.

What does Hester Prynne’s tale, as captured in Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter, have to do with one’s self-expression?  Perhaps, an even better question, universally championed by students, to ask is: why does it even matter?   Continue reading “The Scarlet Number”

The Scarlet Number

On Resetting

Admit it.  Every time something went wrong in a video game, you reset it, didn’t you?  Every time you were close to losing a life or did something wrong , you pressed the power button, didn’t you?    You didn’t have to suffer for your mistakes.  All it took was a simple button, and all your problems would just become a black screen. Continue reading “On Resetting”

On Resetting

Squiggle Stories

When I was in second grade, my teacher had a weekly writing assignment.  She would give us a piece of paper with a scribble of some sort on the page, and she asked us to draw a picture using the “squiggle”.  Then, we had to write a story about the picture.

She would give us something like this:

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Squiggle Stories

City Lights

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Picture credits to Kim Seng on Flickr.

Are they city lights, or are they just blinkers on top of buildings?  I’m not really sure myself; from miles and miles away and with my poor eyesight, they could be just about anything.  They’re so pretty though, and I can’t help but just stare at the lights in the distance.  Usually, I only look out large windows at night during the summer to watch Disneyland fireworks, but today the lights are just as captivating.  Sure the fireworks are more showy and flashy, but the lights have a peculiar constance to them, the quiet little wonders.

Not much has happened over the last few days, but the things that did happen have made substantial changes to my life.  I finally made turn multiple forks in the road at once, after what seemed like months and months of being stuck at one in particular.  It seems odd to move forward so much after such a long period of deciding, and I’m a bit scared by just how fast life moves.  I needed the blinking lights today; their steady twinkling tells me to relax and breathe, and so I do.

City Lights