Saturday, 13 October 2012

Musings: A Universal Design

Forgive me for being a little vulgar today, but I just couldn't help myself. Today I was trying to buy a new adapter for my laptop and again came across the age-old problem of adapter pin shapes. Anyone who has been on a holiday abroad would agree with me how annoying it could be getting to your hotel room and finding out you didn't have the right pin plug or adapter for you electronic device- be it laptop, mobile phone or even a hair dryer.

Why does the UK have a 3-pin square pin plug,  the EU a 2-pin round plug, the US a 2-pin flat plug, Australia a 3-pin flat but angled plug to name but a few? Why isn't there a universal pin plug specification (afterall the gadgets they operate are all the same)?

One argument that has been in place is that of economic boundaries protection. Having these different pin plug requirements ensures that you either buy the gadget you require in the economic area you are in a that time (instead of logging it halfway across the world) thereby keeping your money circulating and helping the local economy. But this also increases the problem of waste... and that is the point we forget! It is the same problem you encounter when you try to buy DVDs or softwares across the different regions or even across the different mobile phone manufacturers, who for some reason insist on having different charging pin points for their different phones. My drawer is full of defunct or duplicate charging cords ranging from Nokia to Sony Ericsson to HTC and Blackberry.

The other argument is National Identity and political pride. Countries (and manufacturers alike) just want to be different! That is why you have Right-Hand-Drive for cars in the UK and Left-Hand-Drive in France, all of the EU and the US. I'm sure that there had been more driving permutation options, other countries like China would have come up with driving options like Centre-Drive or Rear-End-Drive.

So this sets me thinking, what if God had made us all with different shapes of private parts- some square, some triangular, others round, would this have stopped the human race from interbreeding across the continents? Or would we have developed adapter gadgets to enable us cross the intercontinental sexual barrier just as we have done with electronic gadgets? 

Yet no matter where in the world we happen to find our life partners, there has always been a  near-perfect compatibility. 

Isn't it time the electronic manufacturers learnt from God's universal design? 

...Just a thought.


Saturday, 23 June 2007

Ceasefire

Before me lies a gory sight
Slain bodies littered without hope
The slayers' hands sweep with might
With a furbished sword that never says "nope"

With hopes and expectations unfulfilled
Struggling lions are now trapped
And by a lone gash of your blade
Their roars are heard no more

Return the sword to its scabbard
Oh angels of death
The ruin, the ruin, we plead
Is more. . . more than we can bear!

Lawrence Okorafor

The Battle

Clashing swords
And railing words
Booming cannons
Shattering battalions
Recoiling guns
The scene all burns
In fierce rattle
The noise of battle

Losing or wining
Never fretting
Thousands do fall
Yet will I not stall
Quick to the order
No rest for yet another
For Armchair Generals
Never win tough battles

Lawrence Okorafor

I Think

Sometimes I think: what makes life be
What moves the waves in the deep blue sea
What makes me sleep and wake at morn?
I think and swear, that 'tis no fun

Sometimes I think: why wake all night
Why classes and schools and cities so tight
Why make life 'bit easier, yet more complex so
Whilst elsewhere peace reigns in soft simple souls

Of stories of atoms and molecules I flout
The truth of science, my mind doth doubt
The speed of light, the weight of atoms
The size of the nucleus and such endless fathoms

Prove to the blind, the sky is blue
Prove to the deaf, that music is true
Prove to my mind facts beyond all doubt
And jargons of science no longer I'd flout

I stand to think still, what makes man leave
The beauties of nature and praise of the Being
To pry into secrets of things that can't heave
His sorrows, his pains and quest for peace


Lawrence Okorafor