It will be mine...

I have found my ultimate keyboard. The Yamaha PSR3000



Listen!

It does a really nice piano, which is rare enough on its own.

Now check out its 12 string guitar. Impressed?

How about some double bass?

Not good enough? Have some electric bass!

However, just like every keyboard ever created, it can't do the trumpet.

All this for measly megabucks. $2500.

PS: I'd also like to take this opportunity to identify what is possibly the worst sound every created by humans. It goes by the name of the electric piano. Doesn't its slippery sliminess make you want to vomit? Yes, it does. Found in all good Sale of the Century gift shops, Celine Dion albums and wedding bridal expos near you.

Quandry

If a Philospher discovered the truth, could he accept it? Possibly. Could Philosophy accept it? How?

Pursuit of Happiness

You won't gain knowledge without being there,
You won't gain respect without playing fair
You won't gain courage without facing fear,
You won't gain strength if you don't persevere,
You won't gain wisdom without making the mistake,
You won't gain truth by being fake,
You won't gain love without holding one near,
You won't gain happiness without a tear

by Bonnie Van De Ven

People-Boxes

When I rule the world, houses will be called people-boxes.

Good Teaching / Bad Teaching

One of the worst teachings I ever received was by a speaker at a church when I was around 13 years old. For some reason we weren't at our regular church in St Leonards and were at a service held in a hall somewhere with plastic seats. I mention that because I just can't take church seriously if they only provide plastic seats. It feels like I'm supposed to be amazed by the Great And All Powerful Oz while I'm sitting on the man behind the curtain. Anyway, to further shatter any illusions I may have had that I was about to be hearing the Word of God, instead of the priest delivering the homily, we got Random Dude. I don't know where he came from or if he was even invited, but without any form of ministerial decoration whatsoever (I think he was wearing a knitted jumper in fact), decided that he would take to the podium and spout what I would like to refer to as the Grandaddy of All Lies™. It went something like this:
"You know I was listening to a song on the radio the other day. It was saying "Don't Worry, Be Happy". Well you can't do that. You can't just "don't worry, be happy". People have problems. We all have problems. Life is hard."
I can't remember what his actual point was. All I could remember thinking was "this guy is lying to this whole crowd" and I was just hoping no-one bought into this rubbish. Yet even being consciously aware that what he was saying was false, the belief got into my head. I bought the lie, and if you buy the lie you surely pay for it. So now I'm in the process of digging my way out, which means I have no right to be unhappy, ever.