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Sunday, 22 July 2007

  • Necessary Evil, and Unnecessary Ones

    To eschew necessary evil is only to engender unnecessary ones. Industry, temperance, frugality and order are badly needed.

    Just to mark a list of virtues drafted by, yes again, Benjamin Franklin:

    1.  TEMPERANCE.  
    Eat not to dullness; drink not to elevation.

    2.  SILENCE.  
    Speak not but what may benefit others or yourself; avoid trifling conversation.

    3.  ORDER.  
    Let all your things have their places; let each part of your business have its time.

    4.  RESOLUTION.  
    Resolve to perform what you ought; perform without fail what you resolve.

    5.  FRUGALITY.  
    Make no expense but to do good to others or yourself; i.e., waste nothing.

    6.  INDUSTRY.  
    Lose no time; be always employ'd in something useful; cut off all unnecessary actions.

    7.  SINCERITY.  
    Use no hurtful deceit; think innocently and justly, and, if you speak, speak accordingly.

    8.  JUSTICE.  
    Wrong none by doing injuries, or omitting the benefits that are your duty.

    9.  MODERATION.  
    Avoid extreams; forbear resenting injuries so much as you think they deserve.

    10.  CLEANLINESS.  
    Tolerate no uncleanliness in body, cloaths, or habitation.

    11.  TRANQUILLITY.  
    Be not disturbed at trifles, or at accidents common or unavoidable.

    12.  CHASTITY.  
    Rarely use venery but for health or offspring, never to dulness, weakness, or the injury of your own or another's peace or reputation.

    13.  HUMILITY.  
    Imitate Jesus and Socrates.

Monday, 16 July 2007

  • First Day at Work

    On the way to the first day at work, I felt like:

    - suddenly people in the Central looked taller and bigger like they never did before;
    - even though I wore full suit with tie, of which not many people wore at that temperature, I felt only half of my butt was covered - was it the crepe? man, I am losing weight! - not entirely comfortable when you thought of covering your ass in every few minutes of walk; and most terribly,
    - an old bald guy was smirking at me after hearing the "dud" beep, evident of me using a student Octopus card in MTR.

    Luckily, colleagues are nice, trainers warm, office convenient and occasional breaks entertaining - all that serve to make a greatly reassuring and claustrophobia-prophylactic ambience. Who say banking is boring or a trapdoor to eternal office hours?

Tuesday, 10 July 2007

  • Benjamin Franklin at Age 22

    An excerpt from the Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin, describing his friendship and industry at age 22:

    I should have mentioned before, that, in the autumn of the preceding year, I had form'd most of my ingenious acquaintance into a club of mutual improvement, which we called the JUNTO; we met on Friday evenings. The rules that I drew up required that every member, in his turn, should produce one or more queries on any point of Morals, Politics, or Natural Philosophy, to be discuss'd by the company; and once in three months produce and read an essay of his own writing, on any subject he pleased.  Our debates were to be under the direction of a president, and to be conducted in the sincere spirit of inquiry after truth, without fondness for dispute, or desire of victory; and, to prevent warmth, all expressions of positiveness in opinions, or direct contradiction, were after some time made contraband, and prohibited under small pecuniary penalties.

    The first members were Joseph Breintnal, a copyer of deeds for the scriveners, a good-natur'd, friendly, middle-ag'd man, a great lover of poetry, reading all he could meet with, and writing some that was tolerable; very ingenious in many little Nicknackeries, and of sensible conversation.

    Thomas Godfrey, a self-taught mathematician, great in his way, and afterward inventor of what is now called Hadley's Quadrant. But he knew little out of his way, and was not a pleasing companion; as, like most great mathematicians I have met with, he expected universal precision in everything said, or was for ever denying or distinguishing upon trifles, to the disturbance of all conversation. He soon left us.

    Nicholas Scull, a surveyor, afterwards surveyor-general, who lov'd books, and sometimes made a few verses.

    William Parsons, bred a shoemaker, but loving reading, had acquir'd a considerable share of mathematics, which he first studied with a view to astrology, that he afterwards laught at it. He also became surveyor-general.

    William Maugridge, a joiner, a most exquisite mechanic, and a solid, sensible man.

    Hugh Meredith, Stephen Potts, and George Webb I have characteriz'd before.

    Robert Grace, a young gentleman of some fortune, generous, lively, and witty; a lover of punning and of his friends.

    And William Coleman, then a merchant's clerk, about my age, who had the coolest, dearest head, the best heart, and the exactest morals of almost any man I ever met with.  He became afterwards a merchant of great note, and one of our provincial judges.  Our friendship continued without interruption to his death, upward of forty years; and the club continued almost as long, and was the best school of philosophy, morality, and politics that then existed in the province; for our queries, which were read the week preceding their discussion, put us upon reading with attention upon the several subjects, that we might speak more to the purpose; and here, too, we acquired better habits of conversation, every thing being studied in our rules which might prevent our disgusting each other.  From hence the long continuance of the club, which I shall have frequent occasion to speak further of hereafter.

    But my giving this account of it here is to show something of the interest I had, every one of these exerting themselves in recommending business to us.  Breintnal particularly procur'd us from the Quakers the printing forty sheets of their history, the rest being to be done by Keimer; and upon this we work'd exceedingly hard, for the price was low. It was a folio, pro patria size, in pica, with long primer notes. I compos'd of it a sheet a day, and Meredith worked it off at press; it was often eleven at night, and sometimes later, before I had finished my distribution for the next day's work, for the little jobbs sent in by our other friends now and then put us back.
    But so determin'd I was to continue doing a sheet a day of the folio, that one night, when, having impos'd my forms, I thought my day's work over, one of them by accident was broken, and two pages reduced to pi, I immediately distributed and compos'd it over again before I went to bed; and this industry, visible to our neighbors, began to give us character and credit; particularly, I was told, that mention being made of the new printing-office at the merchants' Every-night club, the general opinion was that it must fail, there being already two printers in the place, Keimer and Bradford; but Dr. Baird (whom you and I saw many years after at his native place, St. Andrew's in Scotland) gave a contrary opinion:  "For the industry of that Franklin," says he, "is superior to any thing I ever saw of the kind; I see him still at work when I go home from club, and he is at work again before his neighbors are out of bed." This struck the rest, and we soon after had offers from one of them to supply us with stationery; but as yet we did not chuse to engage in shop business.

Monday, 18 June 2007

  • Guilt of Saying No

    Saying "no, sorry" sometimes is really difficult. It really is bad planning (or achieved procrastination), one thing after another - first, teaching in China VS work duty date, and now, thesis presentation and meeting visiting professor from graduate school VS Italy trip VS US mgt camp.

    With less than two weeks coming, I really need to make up a decision and gear up for it. "No, sorry" really is difficult to say, particularly when you have to say it three times in a week, to disappoint good friends, discourage moral causes, and defeat great expectation, for the purpose of defending how it would otherwise jeopardise my other priorities.

    So, my priority is back to basics, viz. work, graduate study and hopefully a little fun (and moral causes) between the stitches - bless me not to blow the Cyprus plan...

Saturday, 16 June 2007

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