Luddite Thoughts
Wondering if our so-called progress is actually a blind march toward chaos an anarchy, I present a slightly disorganized line of thought in this short piece.
Topical, Unpublished, Columns, French
Unpublished
This sub-category of Articles & Essays is for those articles that are submitted to journals for possible publication.
Columns, Unpublished, Life and Death, Quantitative Finance
Food Prices and Terrible Choices
Economists have too many hands. On the one hand, they may declare something good. On the other hand, they may say, “well, not so much.” Some of them may have even a third or fourth hand. My ex-boss, an economist himself, once remarked that he wished he could chop off some of these hands. […]
Physics, Science, Articles and Essays, Unpublished, Philosophy
Light Travel Time Effects and Cosmological Features
This unpublished article is a sequel to my earlier paper (also posted as Are Radio Sources and Gamma Ray Bursts Luminal Booms?). This blog version contains the abstract, introduction and conclusions. The full version of the article is available as a PDF file.
Articles and Essays, Unpublished, Philosophy, Physics
The Unreal Universe — Seeing Light in Science and Spirituality
This essay, originally written for a Singaporean newspaper The Straits Times, was published in an altered form in a philosophy magazine called The Philosopher. The published article (also posted in this blog — Perception, Physics and the Role of Light in Philosophy) had too much editorial input, I felt.
We know that our universe is a bit unreal. The stars we see in the night sky, for instance, are not really there. They may have moved or even died by the time we get to see them. […]
Articles and Essays, Unpublished, Life and Death
Sony World Band Radio
No, this post is not a sales pitch for a Sony radio receiver. If anything, it is about a health condition called Congestive Heart Failure. And about the passing of the torch. May be a little bit about my father as well.
[…] Perhaps nothing and nobody really passes on. We all leave behind a little bit of ourselves, tiny echoes of our conquests, gusto and passion, memories in those dear to us, and miniscule additions to the mythos that will live on. Like teardrops in the rain.