打了会篮球,俩小腿都抽筋了,右脚踝又扭了,俩大脚趾都磨了,鼻子眼皮都划破了,眼镜也歪了
可还没够。
除了运动,还有什么方法?速度?酒精?熬夜?
告众多关心非学术问题的观众们书
结束了,为了历史车轮向前行进,减轻我身上的压力,把那个起初挺好玩的事情终结了。
结果不是如大家(至少是表面上)想看到的那样。很遗憾没能为茶余饭后事业添砖加瓦。
应该是没有造成什么破坏,也没有获得新的资料可以共享。
留言的时候注意一点,不要太直接,不然我可删。
It all started with a lunch in the house of a very religious family. At the beginning, everybody gave thanks. The idea is if you don't know whom to thank, thank god. And if you do know whom to thank, also thank god for letting you know them. At a time, the atmosphere became heavy. A lady really couldn't hold her tears when it was her turn to give thanks. And later the grandfather of the family gave a serious short speech thanking god, describing god and loving god. People there really meant it. That's good, and that's pure.
My Thanksgiving dinner was in my advisor's apartment, with him, his parent who drove from Montreal to visit him and another Indian grad student who just came this week. Still a lot of food; although not as much as today's lunch, still I was crammed. Their coffee was good. It was not disturbing but very effective that kept me wide awake until driving to midnight madness.
Midnight madness, followed by mad Friday, was a hell of experience. If I were not there, I would never believe a line longer than 2 miles of vehicles waiting to enter that mall. It was a double- even quadruple-lane line on the expressway. I thought the situations on other routes entering there must be as bad as there, but later I was proved wrong. Only those who are crazy and simple would go for that Midnight Madness seriously, and since they are simple, they always prefer to stay on the major roads rather than to find a footpath.
It was like the whole new England came to Wrentham, the outlet mall. I wondered whether they went shopping at other times of a year. But the order there was not bad. Maybe it was also because they were simple.
People warned me about how awful the midnight madness would be. And that was the major reason I went for it. I didn't really want to get any big deals. I was just there to see how crazy people could become. And I did see people with various styles.
I got home around 6am after another fruitless visit to Bestbuy. Advertisements for Christmas were already there on my doorstep.
有些许大年初一的感觉。
美国人都不上班,基本都去走亲访友,商店也关门,前天下过雪,树木萧条,天空裸露,有点小冷。
不知美国人感恩节见到都会怎么问候,会不会一拱手,说“哟,王头儿!感恩节好!感恩节好!给您拜谢拉~哟,这您小孙女回来啦,长这么高了,呵呵,在哪念书哪……”
这是从拿我自己做实验中得出的结论。
如果把人的情绪当作一个频谱,醉酒是个滤波器,抑制了一些顾虑,让一些冲动凸显
如果把人的大脑当作一个操作系统,酒精打乱了它的时钟,而且使某些进程的优先级竟高于时钟的优先级,而且将很多算法用随机数替代,甚至在处理器被占用时漏过一些中断。
于是,醉酒,让好心情更好,坏心情更烂,离情更真切,思维更简单。酒精一浸,有时候我能更看得清自己的想法,所以我喜欢醉。
于是,容易做出很多决定,可能这些决定对于一些人来说,酒醒了就忘了,可惜那不是我。
醉酒的我,头脑发热,做出的事,绝不后悔,即使并不是完全对的,可终究是按我的意愿做出来的,即使只是一部分意愿。
所以我喜欢醉酒,因为那些事,否则我不敢做。
Mon 24-Dec-07
Boston (BOS)
Depart 5:50 pm
to
Los Angeles (LAX)
Arrive 9:34 pm
2,604 mi
(4,191 km)
Duration: 6hr 44mn
DL 
Flight: 1700
3Economy/Coach Class ( 29D ), Food For Purchase, Boeing 737-800
Total distance: 2,604 mi (4,191 km)
Total duration: 6hr 44mn
Thu 3-Jan-08
Los Angeles (LAX)
Depart 9:55 pm
to
Boston (BOS)
Arrive 6:15 am +1 day
2,604 mi
(4,191 km)
Duration: 5hr 20mn
DL 
Flight: 1699
3Economy/Coach Class ( 30C ), Food For Purchase, Boeing 737-800
……
今天觉的我的生活可以这样解释:
我打开了一个潘多拉的盒子,涌出来的力量我没有能控制,我在被它吞噬,因为我并不完全抵触,因为我当初打开盒子的时候就期待会有很奇妙的事情发生。
那力量推着我走上了一条路,没有u-turn,我也不想回头。表面上,我开始习惯和喜欢这里的生活,这里的人,可内心依旧暗流涌动,是不敢还是不甘?
我体会到一个概念——生活的节奏。可能世道常在不曾更改,只是自己的节奏时快时慢。
那颗心一度被禁锢,被束缚,当重获自由,又开始玩火追逐暧昧的火花?
……
Thanks to Tian, Wei for moving my luggage from International House to Dover, for the Chinese buffet, for that Corolla and all the registration and insurance work, and for the rescue when I locked my key in my car
Thanks to Zeng, Kai for being my road test sponsor twice
Thanks to Li, Xuekun for advices and inviting me to his home for poker game, during which I got to know Yang, Haiyang.
Thanks to Yang, Haiyang, through whom I got to know Liu, Dayang and Zhang, Dawei, and later Wang, Di and Guo, Yu, and many other friends.
Thanks to Lin, Qingsheng, who picked up me and Shen, Sijing at Boston Airport the day we arrived.
Thanks to Shen, Sijing for the mattress, and for flying to US with me.
Thanks to Lu, Leon for giving me the printer and the notebook.
Thanks to Uncle Jia for coming to Worcester from New Jersey that weekend I arrived to help arrange everything and let me know the importance to be tough and independent. Also for that weekend I spent in his house with his family full of love.
Thanks to Li, Tao for inviting me to join her in that host family, and for so much basketball time. Also for being a friend in AK.
Thanks to Dawna and Roger and their sons for being our host family.
Thanks to Yang, Di and Pu, Di for having me over for dinner and so many talks and advices.
Thanks to George Frankian, my landlord, and his wife. They are both very kind and warm-hearted person.
Thanks to Wang, Di for swimming time.
Thanks to church for many relaxing Friday night, the foliage trip and the BBQ in August.
Thanks to Hu, Yin's father for bringing medicine and clothes to US for me.
Thanks to Wang, Qian for talk, help and discussion regarding life in EE.
Thanks to Professor Alex for being my advisor.
Thanks to the cleaning lady in AK for daily greeting in the first month, and for her always happy smile.
Thanks to those kind Americans and other international students for making my life bright.
Thanks to my friends in EED for friendships and those calls.
Thanks to my friends from NM for the everlasting friendships.
Thanks to my friends from F0303007 and SJTU for caring and encouraging.
Thanks to my family and relatives for concernment, support, understanding and advices.
Thanks to Dai, Jiajia for casual talk and sharing and understanding.
....
And thanks to you for visiting here
Postcards are a lost art.
If you’re like most people, during your last trip you either: a) Dashed off a quick “Wish you were here” on a cheesy card you found at the airport, or b) bought a stack of beautiful cards but forgot all about them until you got home, or c) forgot about postcards altogether.
Hey, it‘s okay. Vacations are stressful.
But who says that you can only send postcards when you're away from home? You've got great photos, and it’s a simple task to turn them into postcards.
Take our advice: Spend 10 minutes today to scroll through your photos and pick three that make you smile. Print ‘em out, follow our instructions, and send off some beautiful just-thinking-of-you postcards. You'll make the world a brighter place for a few of your favorite people.
These days, our mailboxes are more likely to be stuffed with junk mail and bills than anything we actually want. We all love getting mail (the real kind) and a picture postcard by surprise can really brighten a friend’s day. Here’s three simple ways to make postcards from your photos.
The folks over at The Vintage Postcard Shop make it easy for you to tell a friend you think they're swell.
All you need is one of your dazzling 4×6 or 5×7 photographs, one of their peel-and-stick postcard backings, and a friend. In no time, you'll have scrawled a witty message, slapped on a stamp, and made your friend‘s day. Ta da!
These postcard backings are made from heavy stock, so they keep your photo stiff. They've also got a box for your stamp, lines for an address, and they're photo-safe.
By the way, the backing is a tiny bit larger than necessary, so you don't need to worry about getting your photos on perfectly straight–just trim off the excess and you're good to go!
At just $4 for ten 4″x6″ backings, they're a steal!
Here’s the super quick, super simple, super cheap photo postcard trick:
Yep, that’s it!
Not many people know this, but there’s nothing fancy about the postcards you buy at the store–you don’t need a USPS blessing or special paper to make a postcard, just make it look like one!
(Now you’ve really got no excuse not to send a postcard today.)
We should note that while we’ve tried this trick a number of times, we’ve never sent a photo internationally without backing. Photos by themselves aren’t nearly as sturdy as postcards or photos with postcard backing, so if it’s crossing an ocean, we recommend using method #1.
We found a cool service on the post office website that lets you create a picture postcard online and have them send it for you. You never have to touch a stamp, a pen, or even your photo!
[CS's comment: you get 3 free postcards after signing up at USPS!]
It’s easy. Go to the Premium Postcard website and scroll down to upload your image. Once you’ve done that, tap in a message, choose a font, and fill in your friend’s address. A day or two later, they’ll print it up and send it on its way.
While this method does make it incredibly quick to send a photo to a friend (you can even send the same photo and message to dozens of friends at once!) there’s something special about getting a handwritten postcard.
If you’re short on time but can print your own pics, try Method #2. But hey, a computer-printed postcard is still better than no postcard at all!
This is the first Saturday I spent in Worcester in almost the past month, and I am confused and honestly a little worried by that nearly nobody is online this whole day.
Last night, we 8 went to Boston and came back at 2:30am. Those were some happy hours and I am expecting to see some happy faces and words today, but where is everybody?? Are you still in bed? or is it normal that nobody show themselves on Saturday? I'm waiting for the pictures~~
Maybe it's also weird in others' eyes that I disappeared in each of the past 4 weekends.
Alright, I am wasting time dizzily today. I should have stayed in bed until noon, even waked up by my father's call at 8:24. Last night was a little too much for me. I'm a driver needing practice.
[转帖]在国外的我们
有人对我说,"你以为你出国就了不起了?" 出国的人,没有什么了不起的,真的,出来有段年头的我也没有觉得出国有什么了不起的。
但是,出国以后,我们每个人都很了不起。如此说是因为,我们有着其它人不能体会的辛酸苦辣,也看过和经过太多气愤无奈。可是从来不愿说起,并不等于我们没有故事,恰恰相反的是我们的故事太多,已经不再为此大惊小怪,或者应该说,我们没有时间也没有精力再去想如何诉说了。
外国人
不论是自己向往,还是因为其它的原因来到国外,从到了异国他乡的第一步,我们就有了一个共同的名字,外国人。外国人,顾名思义就是外面国家的人,一个本不属于本国的人,外面的永远和里面的有着所谓的区别。本国人口头上是很注意回避用"差别"这个词来形容这种所谓的区别,回避使用带有优劣色彩的词汇,然而这又能如何?实际生活中,赤裸露骨的差别何处不在?租房子,进学校,找工作,就连消费都包括在内。外国人这个名字,随时提醒着我们这里不是家,所以不要幻想平等,不要奢望同情,最后能帮自己的只有自己,要渐渐学会自己疼爱自己。
扭曲的心
不得不承认我们的心是被扭曲的,至少不是正常的,我们生存在一个本来不正常的环境里面。从踏入别人的国门,我们就要学着精打细算,学着兢兢业业,学着洁身自好,学着面对油盐酱醋,面对锅碗瓢盆,面对人间冷暖。摔倒了爬起来,明白了懂事了。摔多了,习惯了,坚强了,也孤僻了。大事小事都要靠自己,所以我们越来越坚强,坚强的不习惯别人的关心;时时刻刻都要保护自己,所以我们越来越自恋,自恋的忘记了还要关心别人。我们的浮躁,我们的自私,逆流而上,让我们孤僻的美丽可怜。这不是歇斯底里,一夜之间自己曾所熟悉的拥有的都消失不见,取而代之的是另一个和自己格格不入的世界,谁又会笑得很舒心?
天堂不在国外
国外不是天堂,即便说给出来旅游的人们,也不会相信,反而换来的将是一句不知好歹。我们不是来旅游的,我们都明白接着要在国外走过的这几个灰色春夏秋冬将要如何坚强面对,这里没有天使,也不是天堂,至少对于我们这群被称作外国人的群体来说,这里绝对不是天堂。就连我们自己在明白的时候,也已经是在国外翻打许久以后了。
时间
国外的时间流逝的很快,一天分三十六个小时来用都不够,因为我们要花太多的时间精力在一些曾经觉得微不足道的小事情。洗衣扫地,烧水做饭,缝缝补补,我们的理想不算伟大,只期望偶尔某个早上能偷偷的睡个懒觉。夜里打工回来,总会是比较兴奋的,即便是自己想要去睡觉,也睡不着。身体很累想要睡去,精神却还在折腾。于是每天上床睡觉的时候,才发现又预支了第二天好几个小时。
网络
上网侵蚀了我们每天很多时间,这仿佛听起来对于喊着没有时间的我们,很难自圆其说。那是我们仅存的一点侥幸心理在作祟,让在不经意中还渴望有人和自己一样,在地球的某个角落发送着SOS或者渴望着回音。于是我们挥霍着宝贵的睡眠时间,游荡在一个不存在的感情世界里。或许网络里面的我们,才是真实的,因为这里让我们感到安心,这里没有天堂没有地狱,没有国界。在假的世界里有着真的我们,暂时逃避开真的世界里面那个假的自己。
朋友
对于在外面的我们来说,有两群朋友,国内和国外的。每次回国,封印的记忆被打开,见到国内朋友是一件多么幸福的事情。只是随着在两个不同环境成长的我们和他们之间,共同语言越来越少,当自己满怀激情的要把经历和感受说给他们的时候,反而让朋友们感到莫名其妙,虽然每次朋友都会微笑点头,但是直觉告诉自己,他们不会懂,就像自己很难理解朋友们的许多想法一样。在国外的朋友就不同了。经历相同的事情,接触相同的时间,共同语言就会多许多,然而离的越近,摩擦面也就越大,好在虽然时不时吵到面红耳赤,几个小时以后,大家又都会回到不分你我,因为心里都明白,处一个朋友是如何宝贵的,快乐是因为两个人的快乐,悲伤是因为两个人的悲伤。蝙蝠不会和鸟儿飞翔,也不同于兽类的习性,能和它为伍的只有和自己一样的蝙蝠。
恋爱国外的爱情,来的太快,走的更快。这里没有亲情,缺少友情,爱情的成分就自然膨胀。脆弱的人把爱情当作良药,坚强的人把爱情当作游戏。这里的爱情就像被饲养的肉食鸡一样,有了目的的成长只是一个简单的程序,几天就可以养肥一只白白胖胖的鸡,几天也可以培养一份看似亲密无间的爱情。结果,和肉食鸡干燥无味的肉质一样,催化起来的爱情也是难以下咽。
亲情想家的感觉很美,就像圆月的深夜,想要沈浸在这个美丽中,
想家想父母,但是不懂得如何能确切表达。即便在国外学了许多语言,却发现自己的表达能力越来越差。"慈母手中线,游子身上衣"这里面的分量,心里明白,也想说,说不出来。却有冷风时时提醒自己,这是外国的月亮。家,对我们来说,是藏在心里最暖的一个寄托,不敢打开这个盒子,一旦打开,眼泪就会有流下来。然而,外国不需要我们的眼泪,只需要我们汗水。亲情也自然就成了一个被禁忌的话题,成了扭着心头的痛。
我们需要的不是同情,而是认可。
我们在国外,努力过,成功过,相信过,期望过,欣慰过,失败过,猜疑过,伤心过,失望过,愤怒过,高兴过,胡涂过,领悟过,张扬过,虚伪过,坦诚过,兴奋过,平淡过,堕落过,发奋过,认真过,马虎过,悲哀过,同情过,怜悯过,无奈过,争取过,承受过,美丽过,丑陋过,施舍过,得到过,想念过,忘记过,珍惜过,遗失过,挣扎过,痛苦过,精明过,疯狂过,傻过,哭过,笑过,忧过,愁过,真心恨过,更真心爱过。
有血有肉的我们在国外曾经走过。 所以,我们有资格说,我们骄傲,因为我们在国外。
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朱奕希推荐的电影,今天抽空看了。
skywalker把这电影放在签名档里,这是他很喜欢的类型。
电影的风格,也总是让我想起xixi,想起他的那台电脑,那显示器,那甚至摆不下一瓶可乐的桌子。
还住在一起的时候,可能还会凑在那CRT前,开着音箱一起看吧。
电影依旧很精致。
开始很现实,后来逐渐变得传奇,结尾呢,浪漫主义么?
一个有两个好儿子的爸爸,一个要给两个好儿子做模范的爸爸。他曾经也不是完人,但他是个父亲,所以要为儿子做完美的榜样。
他不曾有完美的人格,他知道完美的人格生存很难。可他还是想儿子们的心灵纯净正直,所以虽然他所面临的让他显得无比渺小,还是要挺身而出。
起初,他确实是为生活所迫,为了家庭为了钱而走上这任务。也许他本可以退出,可是意外的儿子的到来,于是他在暴风骤雨中一定要坚持正义的形象,为了一个父亲的尊严,父亲的伟大形象。他不是传奇的大盗,也不是富豪要员,这都无所谓,他要树立伟大的人格的榜样,给儿子。
最后,浪漫主义的是,大盗被震撼了,可能是被他的决心,可能是被他的宁死做出的正义形象。
另一个主角,是横行的大盗或者土匪。他儿时被抛弃,不知如何成长为传奇大盗,混迹于土匪混混之中,被他们敬仰。
他做的是个恶人,因为他来往人物尽是如此,于是他习惯于不相信善。
他也许先是对那个父亲的完美人格好奇,却一直不明白什么是支撑他的信念。
他本可来去自由,可后来竟能为了成全维护正义和伟大形象的父亲,心甘被他押解。
敬仰他的一帮土匪,奋力来救他,在他眼中的价值却不如押解他几天的这个父亲。也许在他眼中,人皆可杀,因为人皆有为恶。但对于这个奇特完美的父亲角色,只有钦佩。
大风大浪中行走江湖,阅历何其丰富,可是始终在苛刻地寻找人性的善。
朱奕希就是喜欢这样的角色,一步之差踏上为恶之路,极尽其恶成枭雄,留人性之善于心底。
Seriously, even my advisor said this. No wonder so much reading and writing.
Why is my major called ENGINEERING while somebody living next door in whom I see no more theoretical work are called majoring in computer SCIENCE? It's true that there are more and better computers and screens next door, but I always think we are more like scientists and engineers then they are. Whatever, just some trivia.
Does it sound true that the more you push yourself, the more load you put on yourself, the stronger the desire that you want to make up to yourself?
Or I was just lured after last weekend's window shopping at Galleria(some downtown mall with Macy's and somthing like that) and the French and Italian food?
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Fettuccine (literally "little ribbons" in Italian) is a type of pasta. A popular fettuccine dish in North America is fettuccine alfredo.
Fettuccine alfredo(Comments by CS: In some restaurants also called simply Alfredo although should be fettuccine) is a pasta dish made from fettuccine pasta tossed with Parmesan cheese, butter, and heavy cream. (Comments by CS: the cream is really heavy)
Pasta is a type of of food made from a dough using flour, water and/or eggs. There are many variations of shapes and ingredients that are all called pasta. Some English speakers say that pastas are a type of noodle. A few examples include spaghetti (solid cylinders), macaroni (tubes or hollow cylinders), lasagne (sheets).
Pasta fagioli or Pasta e fagioli(Comments by CS: a soup), meaning "pasta and beans," is a traditional Italian peasant dish that is now a frequent menu item throughout the world.