我一直以为死亡这两个字眼 对于我而言好遥好远

一直到最近一位挚友的父亲 踏鹤西去 我忽然觉得人真的很脆弱

就那一瞬间 一切烟消云散

就像这位友人的父亲 不声不响中和这个他生活了差不多60年的世界说了句goodbye

这位世叔伯一向是属于如果你不和他先start a conversation 他是完全安安静静的坐在椅子上看书 而不搭理人的那种

并不是说高傲 而是以前上男子小学,中学,高中而遗留下来的交流障碍

说实话 我以前真的没有很喜欢他 也怕去拜访

只是柰何于这个世界并不是你要怎麽转 他就是怎麽转

再怎麽迁强 法定节日还是要登门拜访

还好我们最爱的动物都是海豚 这样就稍微有点话聊

我还记的他开刀的前一天  我们一起去吃了中餐 算是照顾我了

也许是为了感谢我去看他

那个手术有整整10个钟头...

不是说 谋事在天 成事在人

术后是有一些感人的点点滴滴

我想说的是 为什麽人总是要在弥留之际 才会appreciate感情的珍贵

与家人的阁阂一直到那一刻才解开

为什麽要那麽久的时间

重点是也没有last很久

做为一个外人 真的是不该说那麽多

但人与人之间 多一份理解 多一份支持 多一份谅解

这样人是不是会活的更开心点呢

不管怎样  希望他一路走好

古埃及的金字塔 奇异的构造 妙灵的内在

早在很久以前就炒起了全球的"考古热"

很多的科学家在抖胆探险后 有的变痴有的变傻有的莫名其妙的死亡

随之各种各样的遥言谬论充斥着人们的耳朵

法老们咒语的功力 木乃伊自保的法力 在让世人惊叹的同时

源自于人的想象力和猜彻力给这一切涂上了一层浓厚的神秘色彩

是人 是鬼  是妖 笃传了这一切

以前 蕃茄有个nickname叫做"毒苹果"

是因为他和Apple长的有点象 红红的实体 绿绿的顶端

那时人们是把他当盆栽一样在养 可观而不可食

忘了是哪国的科学家当是为了向大家证明 世间有些话是不可信的

当时就在lab的他 试吃了一下

在大家都在担心害怕的时候 用自己的行为证实了世言的可笑

做了"第一个吃螃蟹的人"

我不爱咖啡 不爱西餐 不爱甜点蛋糕

我爱茶 爱中餐 爱ice cream(有点小对冲哈哈)

这就是我 的确是有点小难搞

暖暖的午后 喝一杯茶 对着自己自说自话

用老妈的话说就是人一定要保持精神健康 态度积极 目标明确

我还在努力ing 哈哈

人生和骑马是一样的道理

你可能会看到一望无垠的大草原 也可能看到黯淡无光的沼泽 也可能一直走到悬崖边才让马儿停下来

当然也有可能狠狠的从马背上摔下来 轻者皮肉伤  重者骨头断

所以啦 "技术问题"是相当重要

片片落叶 片片情

随风摇曳 树晃影

小河流水 饮秋赋

独有一人 空想念

若是古巴比伦的空中花园 还在

那该有多好

也许就不会有 The Iraq War了

The gates of his heart were flung open, and his joy flew far over the sea.And he closed his eyes and prayed in the silence of his soul.

As he descended the hill, a sadness came upon him, and he thought in his heart:

How shall i go in peace and without sorrow?Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall i leave this city.

Long were the days of pain i have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness;and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?

If in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure

It is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh,but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed

For love is sufficient unto love

Love has no other desire but tofulfil itself

If you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night

To know the pain of too much tenderness

To be wounded by yout own understanding of love

And to bleed willingly and joyfully

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy

To return home at eventide with gratitude

And then sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips

Love one another, but make not a bond of love

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup

Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone

Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping

For only the hand of life can contain your hearts

And stand together yet not too near together

For the pilliars of the temple stand apart

And oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow

Patient, over patient, is the captain of my ship

The wind blows, and restless are the sails

Even the rudder begs direction

Yet quietly my captain awaits my silence

And these my mariners, who have heard the choir of the greater sea, they too have heard me patiently

Now they shall wait no longer

I am ready

When you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing

When you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb

When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance

New market will spring up in unusual places in 2004.No,not stock-and-bond markets, of which there are now arguably too many.The growth will be in "opinion markets", which enable traders to profit on everything from the fate of starlets to the outcomers of elections and wars.

For the shape of things to come, try the Hollywood Stock Exchange, an internet-based exchange where you can take a punt on the performance of films and celebrities.(HSX bonds on Sharon Stone, for example, traded at nearly $1,000 in the late 1990s,but have since fallen to $8.) Having started as an online curiosity in the mid-1990s, to provide films buffs a place to forecast the Oscars, the HSX was bought by the high-finance brokers at Cantor Fitzgerald two years ago. Today the HSX boasts over 1 m users, and let you guess at such details as a film's opening-weekend box-office haul.

Companies will use opinion markets in their own sales forecasting, as HP(Hewlett Packard)is doing. Sports bookies, too, will continue to move up from their previous digs in dark, airless betting shps and offer ever-increasing varieties of gambles. Trade-sports, an Irish company, let's you do more than take a flutter on football matches. It also offers bets on the outcomes of celebrity trails.

An election year in America, 2004 will se  other opinion markets put to the test. Iowa Electronic Markets is a university-based system that allows traders to bet on political contests. Iowa's markets have proved more accure than opinion polls over the past two decades. People are never so honest, or diligent in their forecasts, as when they put their own money behind their opinions.

Markets in other types of political analysis are in the works. In 2003 the Pentagon cancelled a scheme to fund a market for the odds of instability in the Middle Est, after politicians protested. In 2004 the private sector may take up the idea.

New computer programs make such markets work more efficiently than ever. One company, Longitude, makes software indebted to the pari-mutuel-style betting uesd at racecourses. This has enabled traders at big banks to wager their forecasts of unemployment and other economic data. The internet has provided deeper and more liquid markets.

The hope is that such "gambling"serves a higher purpose, by aggregating opinions efficenly and translating them into prices. The odds can provide more reliable information than any single expert. A bigger hope is that this can be uesd to insure againse a rang of bad outcomers. Markets for forecasting the prices of houses in certain neighbourhoods, or lifetime earings in a certain career, could prove quite uesful. A contract to insure against the failure of a marriage cannot be far behind. But whether the HSXcan help to improve the qulity of American films is a more distant hope.

                                                                               John Smutniak:finance correspondent

The first humans to land on Mars will be father flung than any explorers in history.

But their destination will already be familiar to them,thanks to a long line of robots.

Earth's first unmanned mission zipped past in 1965, snapping 22 blurred and grainy pictures as it went.

NASA's Mars Global Surveyor has sent back about 130,000 high-resolution pictures since 1997, as well as all sorts of other data, and is still going strong.

 Its younger sibling, Mars Odyssey, arrived in 2001. And now more are on the way.

By early 2004 seven spacecraft will be on or around Mars.

These include two orbiters, Mars Express-Europe's first mission to another planet-and Japan's Nozomi, also a first.

Nozomi(''hope'')has its problems, and may not quite make it to Mars.

If it does, it will study the thin plasmas swirling around the planet.

Mars Express carries instruments for probing the planet itself, including the first radar capable of returning data from below the Martian surface, where vast layers of ice are expected.

Cading a lift on the back of Mars Express is beagle 2, a lander developed by British scientist.

Beagle 2 is a cheap mission, said to have cost little more than 50 m, but it is also a very ambitious one, aimed at finding evidence of life.

The two American landers, Spirit and Opportunity, are the first missions designed to land, look around for the most promising parts of the landscape to study, and then trundle off and study them.

Given two interesting landing sites- one that seems to have been an ancient hydo-thermal system, and one that might have been the bottom of a lake-the chances are good that the rovers' masters will learn something new about the planet's geological history.

If the masters could go there themselves, they would undoubltly do a better job of it.

But in a world where the odds of a Mars mission succeeding vary between one-in-three and three-in-five, sending humans seems a little premature.

When they do set off, though, the data sent back by decades of robot scouts will make them the est informed explorers ever.

                                                                Oliver Morton:author of "Mapping Mars:science, Imagination and the Birth of A World"

看不见

听不到

想不起

我是在哪丢了它?

不想说

不想问

不想了解

不想知道

只为自己的无畏无知而好笑

应明记古训---"早知如此,何必当初"

直接,干净,利落应用在对的人身上

不是吗?

何必啊何必......

还记的小时候那本被我翻烂的童话大王

还记的小时候最开心的就是和爸爸去图书馆去借那些上学时不能看的所谓"闲书"

还记的小时候和哥哥们在操场打篮球,在老妈办公室前踢足球

每次分组,大家剪刀,石头,布, 都不是很想和我一组,因为我是女孩子,在他们看来抢球速度不快, 运球又托的太慢,抢球又不够狠

现在想起来,嘴角边还是露出了一丝浅浅的微笑

天啊,那时的我分明就是"男儿身"啊

爬遍了校园所有的树,还是公认的"孩子王"

仗着"特权".老是把小伙伴们往大礼堂带,还有阴暗的美术楼,现代的音乐楼

还记的,爸爸就是在教学楼后面的大操场教会了我骑自行车

现在想来我老摔跟头,也太正常了

小时候在去学琴的路上也是老跌倒

还有那位刘老太在我自己把"千年等一回''谱出来又弹出来,确未听她的教导,去练习

我的手可没少被钢尺打

梦里的那片桃花园,那个池塘,那片漂亮的两行梧桐树

还有爸爸实验室的那些瓶瓶罐罐,还有那股刺鼻的味道

我这又是怎麽了.....

.

对于人生,我不敢说做的很好

可你们永远都是我最深的爱

当妈妈的臂弯不能再抱住我的时候

我知道,我长大了

当爸爸让我帮他摘额角白发的时候

我知道,我要对自己负责任了

虽说人生不能控制

但是我的命运会由自己掌握

无悔青春,无悔今生就活这麽一次

品性对一个人而言真的是太重要了

我想,"绿豆汤"是我最需要的

降降火

唉,我这火爆脾气啊......

两个字

难改

Beauty vanishes,

youth passes,

however rare, rare it be.

When we look at ancient works of art, we habitually treat them not merely as objects of aesthetic enjoyment,

but also as succcessive deposits of the human imagination.

It is indeed this view of works of art as crystallised history,

that accounts for much of the interest felt in ancient art by those who have but little aesthetic feeling

and who find nothing to interest them in the work of their contemporaries,

where the historical motive is lacking,

and they are left face to face with bare aethetic values.

To many people then it seems an easy thing to pass thus directly from the work of art to the life of the time

which produced it.

I fancy, stop to consider very closely how true the imaged life is:

we are satisfied with the prospect of another life sort of life

which we might have lived, which we often think we might have preferred to our actual life.

We don't stop to consider what proportion of the whole reality of the past life gets itself embalmed in this way in works of art.

Thus we picture our Middle Ages as almost entirely occupied with religion and war,

our Renaissance as occupied in learning, and our eighteenth century as occupied in Gallantry and wit.

Whereas, as a matter of fact, all of these things were going on all the time

while the art of each period has for some reason been mainly taken up with the expression of one or another activity.

It would seem then that correspondence between art and life

which we so habitually assume is not  at all constant  and requires much correction before it can be trusted.

And here let me try to say what i mean by life as contrasted with art.

I mean the genaral intellectual and instinctive reaction to their surroundings of those men of any period

whose lives rise to complete self -consciousness.

Of course their conceptionof the nature and function of art will itself be one of the nature and function of art

will itself be one of the most varying aspects of life and many in any particular period

profoundly modify the correspondence of art to life.

For once then art and the other functions of the human spirit found themselves

in perfect harmony and direct alliance, and to that harmony we may attribute much of the intensity and self-assurance

of the work of the great Renaissance artists.

It is one of the rarest of good fortunes for an artist to find himself actually understood and appreciated by the mass of

his educated contemporaries, and not only that, but moving alongside of and in step with them towards a similar goal.

In the modern movement in art, then, as in so many cases in past history,

the revolution in art seems to be out of all proportion to any corresponding change in life as a whole.

It seems to find its sources, it at all, in what at present seem like minor movements.

We are of the change in art than we are of the general change in thought and feeling.

Futurist Speech to the English(1910)

...we love the indomitable and bellicose patriotism that sets you apart;we love the national pride that prompts your great muscularly courageous race;we love the generous and intelligent individualism that enables you to open your arms to individualists of every land, whether libertarian or anarchist.

 But your board of libery is not all we admire. What most sets you apart is that, amid so much pacifist nonsense and evangelical cowardice, you cherish an unbridled passion for struggle in all its forms, from boxing-simple, brutal, and rapid- to the monstrous roaring necks of the cannon on the decks of your dreadnoughts, crouched intheir swivelling caves of steel, turning to scent the appetizing enemy suadrons in the distance...

To a degree you are the victims of your traditionalism and its medieval trappings, in which there persists a whiff of archives and rattling of chains that hinder your precise and carefree forward march.

You will admit the oddness of this in a people of explorers and colonizer whose enormous ocean liner have obviously shrunk the world.

I used to be spontaneous

Always think there is no other option between right and wrong

Sometimes everything looks perfect

But it is not exactly what i wanted

Sometimes everything looks so hard

But i try my best to find the solution to solve the problems and be happy

Maybe that is why there is no perfect world

Utopia is hard to get,hard to find,hard to have

Beauty within...

Hides cynical, shows confidence

Don't care too much about how about the others think about me

Just be myself,it is me

Never change, never will

Life is short

I dont wanna make any regrets

Life is a myths

You never know the next moment

You are going to meet who

 Suffering predisposes the mind to devoutness

I think i found...