Why the name.

I've alwys thought I'm a walking contraction, a breathing oxymoron, a conformist's non-conformist. Any more methapohor? Well, at last this is my first article, and I have to make this at least interesting. For five years, i have been apppendage to the the machine, as Marx aptly calls it. I have to provide the basics for my fanmily and being a breadwinner, this entail swallowing and giving up everything, even one's freedom. And rubbing salt to the injury, what better -- or worse place -- when u find yourself in the most repressive situation. Then freedom, thus, becomes a theroretical underpinning whose basis can be contorted to suit one's conditions. Freedom becomes how you are able to support your family, freedom becomes the ability to purchase material things and embrace consumerism to the hilt. Freedom becomes the very thing you detested about once in your life. Which brings me to the movie "THe Paper' where Michael Keaton was reminded by his wife that he has become the someone whom he used to hate. Well, one can argue that the problem is choice -- remember the architect telling Neo. Yup, that may be so, but as Ally MacBeal said, i am a victim of my decision -- or on the second thought the lack of alternative decision.