message of the humble potato chips can

 Pringles potato chip cans look humble enough.  I learn only today that it is a patented item.  The Straits Times carries an article about its inventor Fredric Baur’s cremated remains being stored and buried in one such cans.

 

Everyone has good ideas which unfortunately remain unharnessed.  We either lack the money, time, experience, courage or motivation to bring them to fruition.

 

I for example, also worry about what others think.  Will they find my ideas ridiculous?

 

Consider the Pringles potato chip cans again.  If Fredric Baur had worried about being ridiculous when patenting a can, he would have missed it all.  That he had requested to be buried in a Pringles can conveys how much he valued the piece as being the defining achievement in his life.

 

The point is that we worry too much, and think too little of our personal creativity. 

 

We have all heard from Nike – Just Do It.  Maybe it makes perfect sense – we’d never know except in retrospect.

 

 

 

 

amazing feat

 The homeless in Japan are an orderly lot.  Those in Tokyo set up neat shelters of a uniform shade of blue along peripherals of green patches that dot the city.   You won’t even realise they are what they are unless you are local.

 

Some of these unfortunate people are quite imaginative, too.  They beg to differ.

 

One such woman in the southern town of Kasuya housed herself in the top compartment of a closet in someone else’s home.

 

It is baffling how she could sneak in and out of an occupied house, climb up and down from an upper cabinet, and remain unnoticed. 

 

And, doesn’t she need toilet breaks at all throughout the hours the owner was at home? I suspect she made provisions for that up there.  Perhaps the owner should thoroughly, thoroughly, check the cabinet out.

 

She sustained her routine for an entire year.  It was not until she started helping herself with food in the kitchen that she gave the game away.

twist of fate

 Mr Mario del Socorro and Miss Diana Guerrero just tied the knot.

 

Mario used to be Maria, and Diana was Jose. They are Mexico’s first transgender man and wife.

 

It is strange.  If they were going to fall in love with the opposite sex (or should I say ‘same sex’?  No, no… ‘opposite’ sounds more correct.) anyway, why did they opt for sex change in the first place?

 

I wonder also whether they would have fallen in love with each other, if they had met before those dreadful operations.

 

We’d never know.  Sometimes life can be humorous.