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    August 30

    完美生活

    晚上出去逛逛,外面很风凉,吃着麦当劳,听到远处传来许巍的《完美生活》,原来是几个年轻人在卖唱,的确是唱的不错,许巍的歌我很喜欢,等我买了衣服出来,歌声不在了,外面熙熙攘攘。原来是几个城管把他们的吉他没收了,他们在那里低头苦,男儿有泪不轻弹,只是未到伤心处。此时此刻,虽然他们对于音乐的执着,但是现实更为的残酷。 突然想到先前的《完美生活》,觉得颇为的讽刺,生活有时候就是喜欢和我们开玩笑,没关系,也许在MY SHOW的舞台,你们会找到自己的舞台,至少到那个时候,我会为你们短信投票的。
    August 27

    聚会

         Zita同学要到法国去了,我们管科团学联的几个人以及辅导员Richard相约在“清风人家”为Zita践行。
         房间是小了一点,挤了一点。不过能在毕业之后还能这样聚聚,大家都很开心,一边聊天,一边吃东西,我们的Angela吃到一半先走了,后面又来了TB和大肉球 ,还送了一只迷你锅子给Zita,貌似Zita的厨艺大涨啊。
         后来大家玩了杀人游戏,谁叫我倒霉呢,从没有当过杀手。只能将平民进行到底,期间好不容易当了回法官,结果还把杀手和警察搞错。结果接收真心话的惩罚,还好,这帮子人给我留了面子,不算什么太private的问题。不过后面接受惩罚的人就没有那么开心了,问题一个比一个挂三。
         大家玩到了10点多,才意识到明天还要上班,而不是放暑假。大家走到了静安寺,该是分别的时候,大家却有点依依不舍,弄不好Zita这次去法国三年后大家才能出来聚聚,显然当时她也很激动。最后我们在这个莫大的城市的一个十字街头,分别了,或许,今天后,大家各不相同。
         我和TB,Gracie由于都住杨浦,所以37路乘了回来。我和大家分享了我这一阵的遭遇,他们也分享了他们内心的苦楚,大家都很难。我们两个男生在送 Gracie路上,穿梭在杨浦的平楼瓦房,我真的有种回到小时候的感觉。送完了Gracie,我和TB就这样沿着空旷的大街走了回去。一边走,一边回忆着大学的快乐和遗憾。一边走,一边感叹现实的无奈。走着走着,才发现已经过了凌晨,等到告别了,一声珍重,等待着下一次相聚。Zita一路顺风!
    August 25

    I Have a Dream

    Moved by by Martin Luther King, Jr

    I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

    Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

    But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

    In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

    But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

    We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

    It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

    But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

    The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

    We cannot walk alone.

    And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

    We cannot turn back.

    There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."

     
    I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

    Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

    And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

    I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

    I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

    I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

    I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

    I have a dream today!

    I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

    I have a dream today!

    I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."?
    This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

    With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

    And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

        My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

        Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

        From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

    And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
    And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

        Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

        Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of
        Pennsylvania.

        Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

        Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

        But not only that:

        Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

        Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

        Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

    From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

    And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

        Free at last! free at last!

        Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

     
    August 19

    星空

         晚上和Sophia聊天的,不知道怎么说到星星,也许白天看了哈利波特电影,神经变得敏感,突然想起生平第一次看到的星空,如此美妙,一种非语言形容的美与震撼。那是在高中军训的时候,教官在作报告,我们坐在下面听,听久了,人开始走神,于是仰望着天空,被满天的星星,所征服了。
         我相信我看到了一生中最为震撼的景色。如同一颗颗钻石,密密麻麻洒在黑幕中,不时的闪烁,偶尔看到了有流星划过。
          会散了以后,我仍不忍离去,拉住当时不怎么认识的室友,坐在草地里看天空,天空仿佛在旋转,显出黄蓝的光晕。它保罗了一切,时间,生命,永恒……
          在这星空下,我们海阔天空的谈,直到第二天在草地上醒来。
          PS:这张照片是当时这个室友拍的,居然在我的网易相册里面找到了。不容易啊
    August 18

    吴清源

           今天下午看了田壮壮导演的《吴清源》,可惜电影沉闷无趣,原本指望能看到大师神机妙算,出奇制胜,化险为夷,总归是要仰慕一代宗师风貌的。可实际上,在电影开篇的一大段时间里,倘若不是对吴清源的经历了然于心,会看得一头雾水。
     
     对于这位大师,曾经痴迷围棋的我,自然是由衷敬佩。钦佩他的宇宙观。金庸更是对他极为赞赏:“古今中外我最佩服两个人,古人是范蠡,今人是吴清源。在两千年的中日围棋史上,恐怕没有第二位棋士足与吴清源先生并肩。这不但由于他的天才,更由于他将这以争胜负为唯一目标的艺术,提高到了极高的人生境界。”

           ——金庸
    19×19的棋盘,俨然是一种经纬。对弈的最终目的,是从中领略圆满调和的“道”,追求棋艺和人生的共同完美。中国的《易经》讲究阴阳调和,围棋也不能脱离这个道路。上个世纪的围棋以争胜为主,21世纪的围棋的核心是调和、均衡、和谐。我不禁的想到“中庸之道”,或许这是哲学的本质。
     
                       吴清源生平介绍     
      吴清源,姓吴名泉字清源,今年93岁,1914年生于福建,同年移居北京。7岁那年,吴清源从留日的父亲那里学会了围棋,年仅13岁时,已隐然有中国顶尖高手之势。1928年,吴清源东渡日本继续学弈。
     
      1939年到1956年,被称为“吴清源时代”。二战初期,在日军铁蹄横扫中国和东亚大陆的同时,棋士吴清源在日本本土上孤军奋战,仅凭个人之力,在震古铄今、空前绝后的
    十次十番棋中,战胜了全日本最顶尖的七位超级棋士,并把所有的对手打到降级,迫使败者改变交手身份以表示弱者不具备和强者公平竞争的能力——吴清源成为当之无愧的棋坛第一人,被誉为“昭和棋圣”。不难想象,当时狂热的日本军国主义者面对这一后院起火式的失败,感到何等奇耻大辱。因此吴清源每赢一盘棋,都有莫大的生命危险。然而,为棋道而战的吴清源,早已把生死置之度外。
     
      虽然吴清源的棋战成绩可称前无古人后无来者,但是真正奠定他在棋坛地位的,还是他所提出并身体力行的新布局法。在吴清源时代,日本围棋积四百年之传统,形成了许多对于棋道的见解甚至定论,棋手们无不把这些视为铁律。而当时年方十九岁的吴清源,在独在他乡为异客的环境中,敢于彻底突破全部戒律,开创新布局法,发起围棋革命,这种气概更令人击节喟叹。
     
      吴清源14岁只身赴日,与他棋盘上的辉煌相比,他的生活却是颠沛流离、坎坷曲折。由于日本发动侵华战争,吴清源却在日本所向披靡,他始终受到人们的诟病、唾骂乃至迫害。他在很长的一段时间里居无定所,辗转漂泊,竟然被视作没有国籍没有身份的人,然而对于通过棋道一心探求生活真谛的吴清源而言,这些不幸都宛如浮尘。诚如金庸所言:“因为吴先生的棋艺不纯在一些高超的精妙之着,而在于棋局背后所蕴藏的精神与境界……吴先生毕生所寻求的,其实是一个崇高的心灵。只因为他的世俗事业是弈棋,于是这崇高的心灵便反映在棋艺上。”
    August 16

    又被点名了

    1.*你認為分手後的男女朋友還能做普通朋友嗎?
    当然可以

    2.*你怎麼知道自己喜歡一個人? 
    开心的时候第一个想分享的人


    3.*
    你最希望從朋友(不包括愛人)那裏得到的是什麼? 
    建议和安慰


    4.*
    最近最鬱悶的事?

    自行车老是坏 


    5.*你最想去哪個地方?為什麼? 

    北海道——美丽景色与美味食物

    美国——自由的国度

     
    6.*
    最受不了自己的哪個缺點?

    敏感,矛盾

    7.*你記得父母的生日?
    这个不会忘记的


    8.*遇到喜歡的人,你是勇敢表白還是默默關注? 
    默默关注,最后找个机会表白

     

    9 *說出點你名的人的3個優點(不可刪除題)

    1.喜欢微笑,给你轻松的感觉

    2.做事认真,永远那样的脚踏实地

    3.善解人意 当你需要帮助的时候,她会给你意外的惊喜。


    10.*最想珍惜的人/事是什麼?
    亲人和朋友,还有过去的大学时光

    11.*愛人和被人愛,哪一種更幸福? 
    前者,总有一种希望

     

    12.*你現在最想擁有的什麼?
    财富

    13.*
    什麼樣的人會比較容易吸引你?
    自信,宽广的胸怀 ,人格魅力。

    14.*對於一些自己不能認同的觀念,有什麼看法,你會怎麼反應

    世界很大,每个人又是小世界,很正常

     

    15. 給你點名的人身上最討厭的一個毛病。 

    回头我慢慢跟你算,不要在大家面前坍台哦


    16.
    你對你的未來悲觀麼?為什麼
    人生不如意之事时之八九


    17.
    如果可以重活一次,你願從什麼時候開始?為什麼?

    高中,考上名牌大学,好好研究学问 

    18.大家覺得獨身怎麼樣?有沒有一輩子的可操作性?
    我可不想做单身贵族啊。。。

    找个人和我一起慢慢变老吧
    当然,要是真的单身,我会经常参加party,不让自己孤独。
    19.
    最近無意之中說的小謊是什麼?

    无意中的小谎言?应该是善意的借口吧,我真的不想万,太累了

     

    20. 如果被骗了...你会是什么反映?

    狼来了,只会发生一次 

     

    21.TITI的问题:朋友和情人的界限是如何划分的?

        简单,大家都扔到河里,先救哪个就是情人。

    August 04

    出差记

         合肥的出差,为期两天。周三上午上海出发,下午3点才到了合肥。分公司的人接了我们,去了分公司的办公点。和领导碰了面,了解下分公司与第三方物流的问题。接过他们买的地图,标出了分销商的位置,哇塞,那么远。
         到了那里,听得最多的是一句民谚:“淮北偷,蚌埠抢,阜阳没有共产党”。前几天胡锦涛主席好像在那里视察抗洪工作,想必应该会好一点。
         回到了宾馆,和主管拿着地图研究起物流陪送路线的调整和优化。想想觉得熟悉,这不是咱管科专业运筹学运输线路问题么,汗。决定第二天亲自沿着物流的线路跑下来。顺便了解一下经销商的情况。
         第二天起来,吃了早饭。分公司的车已经在那里等我们了,白色普桑2000,外形酷似没有屁股的AE86。出了合肥。上了高速,时速160,我十分质疑普桑能跑160,但是连超150以上的宝马,奥迪,我不仅赞叹普桑的高性价比。
         坐在前排,绑着安全带。老实讲,心里还是很荒的,碰到accident,完全报销了。高速公路的两侧,先后经过了包青天的老家,肥东;经过了五河县的四面楚歌的垓下,不禁想起那句“至今思项羽,不肯过江东”;还与长江和淮河擦肩;历史的折戟沉沙,烽火遍野,在此化为故事,后人为之赞叹。到了下午4点,已经完成了去的路线,经销商的访问,路线的确认。
         回来的路,就没有那么顺利了。没有高速公路,沿着两旁泄洪的水库。不禁的有点担心。路上时不时碰到被刮倒的大树,还要防范窜出来的人。到了晚上9点才回到合肥。
         没想到合肥发大水,车子开到一般已经熄火了。还不能出去,一开车门水就灌进车里,没有办法,只能让分公司开卡车过来拖走了,等到全部解决,已经10点了。然后分公司招待吃晚饭。老实讲,已经没有什么胃口了。加上当地人好客,还给我灌酒,等到12点回到旅馆,我已经吐了又吐,一觉睡到天亮。
         第三天一早公司我们送车到南京,又是160的时速,真的要担心啊。只不过路上看到很多进口车,和看美女一样的开心。中午到了南京分公司了解销售情况。下午乘了动车回来了。流水帐抱完了,