Coat of polar bear is not actually white, it's transparent and hollow hair that reflects and scatter sunlight just as ice and snow, which leads to appear all white. The hollow hair is considered to keep warmth inside their fur, to enable polar bear to live on cold icy land. That is the fact which is supposed to be well known.
Meanwhile we do not know exactly why our hair turns to white or gray or silver in line with our aging. Some gets white hair, others not. Some gets in younger age, others not. We have tons of much more important health issues than being white hair when you get old. We are not sure of it, so it might be okay to just imagine why this happens. Given the special, beautiful white fur of polar bear is designed for heating their body to protect their lives, then what if our white hair in our process of aging is there also to protect ourselves. Nonsense, it may be. But at least there is no reason we cannot think the white hair as a celebration, a bliss or a medal given for us to prove our wealth of experience and maturity.
If you are living with baby, little children, or animal (not so big), you probably get used to bend down to their eye level everyday. But usually we seldom bend over or crouch, except for occasion to tie loosen shoelaces and we most unlikely get down to crawl on our hands and knees in our daily lives. Try this for a moment --- it's a good change. The sight, perspective, the sense of gravity, sense of power and weight of your body, will change all at once. You might feel like being more of an animal than a human. The usual space where you live in seems different. You will have another angle. I have no doubt this change of sense would give us invisible impact to our mind work. Kids can play in this way, but I think sometimes even grown-ups needs to act like wild animals, like crouching below trees, hiding behind rock, and declaring, identifying, keeping its territory. Even if it doesn't mean anything to our social life, it'll be still a much fun.
Ebenezer Scrooge in "A Christmas Carol" , a frozen-hearted old lonely miser who later turns to be a good man through the journey with Christmas ghosts. At the beginning he is too bad, too ruthless and twisted. Probably we will never meet with such a man like Scrooge in our lives. But at this time of the year I never fail to feel inclined to read the story again and again, and kind of sense that I come to have something, a tiny tiny bit of Scrooge, which I never thought in that way when I was a kid and reading the book for the first time. I might be sometimes mean, selfish and cold (like everyone else from time to time). So I might be able to look at my behavior and fix what should be fixed. I don't mean I must be dead serious about it, but I guess I might be able to make my "little bit of Scrooge" into "Scrooge after Christmas morning".
The part I like the best in this masterpiece is what he didn't care at all when he was laughed at by his fellows for his sudden, huge change of behavior and identity. The description of his courage to change, broad mind to expand his internal possibility is I think as great as his virtue and kindness to his family, fellows and neighbors.
I was talking with my colleague about the Christmas present to his 9-years old son. I had no idea what kind of present the kids at that age today want, so I asked if his son would play with toy train, as it just came up to my mind. The answer was 9-years old boy would have already moved on to something more complicated, but we kept on talking about toy trains for a while. The interesting discussion over it was what kind of personification would be childish and what's not. According to his story there was a theory to distinguish the two was the way to put a face on. If we put a face on almost independently from the structure of the thing, like Thomas The Tank Engine, or Pixar's Cars movie, it would not be childish so much. Meanwhile if you put a face integrating with the original shape, for example modifying the headlights of the car into eyes, it would make a bit more childish. I have no idea what's behind this theory, but I guess the former way allows the face to be far more expressive and flexible than the latter. In any case Cars or Thomas are definitely worth being appreciated not only by children.
Very recently I got really interested in and fun to look at chrysanthemum flowers. It's not that popular as a celebration or anniversary flowers but with a close look, it is like a star or fire works. It is strong and lives extremely long. It's tough, beautiful and cool.
Almost everyone has iPhone or smartphone or tablet, means, almost everyone carries high quality digital camera with them everyday. Taking a photo, posting it, saving it in cloud, sharing it, sending it, editing it, adding effect on it, and getting "Likes" are part of our lives, and also something that the traditional camera couldn't do at all. Camera only gives you an image of a moment you take and that's all. We could only face with the photo that you and your camera created together. iPhone or any tablets are really excellent in its multi function working as a handy-sized super intelligent machine. The camera function is only a part of that so we tend to forget we have a great camera with us, everyday, always, even at this moment, in your hand. But we still can rebuild a old-school relationship with the "camera" and us by just looking at the photo. Sometimes we find one image out of dozens of photos we take without much intention, which captures the moment when anyone but you only can understand why you wanted to save it in the photo.
This is a very usual, normal and ordinary moment in a morning in the business district where I walk to my office everyday. This is normal. But this is something to me.
2017 is coming and we have one month left in 2016. As usual, I'm trying to upload 100 blog posts in a year. It's not a mandatory but I keep this for 6 years. This year it seems a bit harder, as almost 30 unwritten posts are waiting for me to realize them. A post per a day. Again I don't have to commit to anyone that I will finish with 100 posts at the end of 2016, but somehow, in every December, I cannot help but trying to achieve my own mission. It is fun after all. Blogging is different from Facebook or Instagram but I might have fun in searching for the way to optimize the act of keeping blog. Sometimes I have no idea why I keep doing this for over 6 years, but this is something I need to.
