Open big your eyes - Word Similarity Game
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Posted:May 29, 2006 3:09 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2024 11:58 am 5084 Views
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English: Celebration vs Cerebration
Celebration of cerebration is not what the public wants. Indeed, the opposite is probably true. We are suspicious of excessive smartness.
-- David R. Slavitt, "You Can Go Holmes Again", New York Times, October 17, 1993
---Cerebration: The act or product of thinking; the use of the power of reason; mental activity; thought
Chinese: 日, 目, 白, 自, 百
日: Sun, a day;
目: Eye
白: White, plain
自: Self
百: a Hundred.
So, sun's eye is white and plain; itself rotates in 365 days.
Be careful, words are mischievous and tricky.
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Having Tea at "TO BE" Restaurant - Culture Crossover#1
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Posted:May 29, 2006 1:07 am
Last Updated:Jun 6, 2006 1:33 am 5826 Views
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TO BE Restaurant opened testingly last night:
Chinese music, darkbrown cigar, 3 hours cooked Cantonese soup, soap-like cheese, east-west fusion rice, Great Wall white wine, portuguese red, world map, China map, dif. languages. And, a drop of blk opium (small as a tiny mouth shit) bestowed for me to eat w/the rice (I dont feel anything
Talking philosophy in TO BE Restaurant is boring; why not some concrete thing?
So, drink some fine green tea to draw an end. Be wary, several tiny cups would make you open eyes till dawn.
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My foreign friends, do you know how to take Chinese green tea? Below a lesson for you:
Accompanied by a Chinese love, An European , who has roamed long in the east, brought back home for his mother some nice green tea.
: Mother, Chinese tea for you.
Mother: Tks, . But i am used to English tea.
: But dont you know green tea is good for cutting fat?
Mother: Ah, yeah? I will drink it w/ your sisters. We all need that!
So, later day, the Chinese girlfriend saw this stunning funny scene:
The honorable mother made the green tea in a very big Chinese teapot, poured it down to the daughters' tall, big sized cups - purling, purling...
Mother: mmh, a bit bitter...
Daughters: why not put some sugars, mom?
The Chinese girl hardly fainted - the ladies babbled, babbled, throwing sugars into their green tea cups.
Mother still asking: wanna milk?
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Finally, our girl condemned her boyfriend,
You bought them the tea, but you dont teach them the way?
He answered, "no, no, they liked it this (English) way."
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Aferwords: The most exquisite tea art is called kung fu tea, popular in South East China. Teapot, cup and temprature of water, how to pour water, speed/strength of pouring tea and teatime all matters. Mmh...it reminded me the wonderful tea times i spent in Shantou/campus.
Pic.: 14 pcs Kung fu tea tools
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Writing vs Speaking
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Posted:May 28, 2006 9:18 pm
Last Updated:Jun 15, 2006 3:27 am 6696 Views
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an unending Discussion:
Which way you prefer? Which way is more elaborate? more efficient? brings more understanding?
Some say, speaking, esp face to face, create a full reality of communication. Being there makes a big difference. Writing can't do this job. It's cold, cold words.
Some say, writing, renders deeper meaning fm the mind. Easy, thoughtful, silent communication.
It can be warm, hot, everything.
And today, internet provids instant chatting (i mean by writing only), spoken words were written out as soon as spoken out. Sort of mixture of speaking and writing.
I only know, without writing, we wont have had that much knowledge and wisdom passisng on and on; without writing we wont be that spiritually rich today; what's more important, we wont be here blogging.
And a love letter lasts longer and means much more than a string of fast spoken love words. All fragrance in it that you cant feel fm speaking. But it doesnt mean i dont like listening to such soft whispers and sonorous songs
pic. Zhang Daqian - Calligraphy
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Rain and Dance
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Posted:May 27, 2006 11:21 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2024 11:58 am 5179 Views
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Weeping trees, hopping rains, cry on, sing on,
till the early dawn.
Yes, such a night, melancholy like a worm crawls out and bites the heart bit by bit.
Faraway love, memories, future dreams,nostagia...
And, dances. A dance melts with tango.
I want to dance, let'me dance a solo,let's a duet as well.
Light as a feather, violent as desire.
When two bodies commingle, rainbows as well as lightning crisscross. Extremely beautiful, sensual, seductive. More than love-making.
To have a dancing partner in tantern is more difficult than have a loving or sex partner. He needs to feel your rythme, your pulse, your pace and your beat. I hardly had one as i am a strange dancer who feel different rendition of all abv-mentioned elements.
Actually to dance need not know dancing. Free your body with mine and you would reach the great happiness in dancing world. Would you, try to be my dancing partner? Could i find my dancing partner?
It rains harder, pounding on the dancing of my heart.
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Exhibit of Human Genital, Dirty?! Sick?!
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Posted:May 26, 2006 11:28 pm
Last Updated:Jun 3, 2006 4:06 am 6337 Views
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Where I am in, Pearl River Delta, that is, Guangdong, Hong Kong and Macau, was the first opened up to the world seawayly. In the long past or contemporarily. But we never have an sex exhibition here.
However, in the east coastal province, Jiangshu, they are more advanced. Look, days ago, they have an exhibition featuring sex in Hangzhou, which displays big air penises at the entrances. Now they have this, more provocative to Chinese ppl, and to some Chinese FriendFinder women who disgust w/ human genitals but displayed self-disrespect by calling names hysterically at blog:
----extracted fm chinadaily---
The recent art exhibition "Experimental Space" in Nanjing pushed the bottom line of art with exhibits depicting human genitals and sex.
Series of close-ups of the female reproductive organs from different angles stole the show as the most bold and avant-garde.
The hard-core snapshots are mirror reflections of the artist's body, and have provoked jitters from viewers.
22-year-old art graduate, Wang Guiquan, smiled and explained her shocking work, saying, "Actually, it's very simple. At first, I only wanted to see what I really look like in the mirror."
Her photographs drew harsh criticisms and she had tears in her eyes on May, 22, the second day of the show, while others offered sincere support.
Unsurprisingly there were opposing views of this kind of unconventional show. Notably, visitors in their 20s and 30s condemned the exhibition most.
"The brazen exhibits just make me blush and feel sick," said a twenty something woman, adding, "I'm not old-fashioned but these soulless and erotic things are really unbearable."
The organizer of the visual stunt, claims the show is creative and spirited, "Human reproductive organs have long been kept out of sight like skeletons in a cupboard. This makes people uneasy and leads them to believe the human body is too dirty to display. "
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I puked my laugh to the above woman commentator. Why she went there to bear the unbearable? Well, just that she has the "dirty sick" curiosity to look at human genitals. She should investigate her own before going there then there would not be any thrill. She would think, "oh, what she/he has, i also have!"
Come on! Our ancestors were more open-minded. Check at their sexy paintings, sexy literature, systematic sexology, have a look at the ancient frescos, god and goddess sculptures in Chinese temples and Indian temples. There are a vast ocean of naked human bodies, may they be in sex or not.
We are born nakedly by nature, but will disappear with a piece of cover offered by the developed society. And they call it clean, decent and civilized.
pic. the spotlighted pic - a close-up mirror reflection of a female "reproductive" organ.
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Crazy Hypothesis: Dont Dress But Be Nude
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Posted:May 26, 2006 9:15 pm
Last Updated:Jun 15, 2006 3:32 am 7397 Views
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士為知己者死, 女為悅己者容.
A gentleman dies for whom understands him; a gentlewoman dresses for whom pleases her.
Women, pls read; men, pls keep your eye off.
Above in bold is a Chinese ancient quote, partly reducing a woman to a vase. But if i add more words like this:
A gentlewoman dresses for whom pleases her and dresses to please herself.
Isnt it better?
Dressing up beautifully is pleasant. A woman would feel lighter, gracer, happy mood.
Guess every girl/woman must have a big collection of clothes and accessories. And would spend some little time on how to dress in the morning and in the evening, whirling before the mirror, dressing and undressing until a final set is decided.
A woman in love pays special attention in her dressing becoz she naturally wants to radiate her utmost beauty before love. Yet, no need that much dressing. The glamour all over her, in every small expression explicitly adds to her beauty. That's "the corner of the mouth contains spring in it; the face is as pretty as peach flower."
Well, a woman who fully recognize her own value would also dress up, just to self-please and feel good. She doesnt need a lover, an appreciator. She is her own love and she know how to appreciate. Love is not loved.
These days i have spent some money on some chic colorful dresses for summer, on top of those that I've never showed out. Picking up my dressing this morning, taking off pajama and looking into mirror, this crazy thought came to me:
Why put something on the body? Nudity is so nice. The ultimate thing you do with whom please you is to take off the clothes. Till then you two wont spend a minute on complimenting what you dress, but on the bodies themselves.
So, dont dress, be nude as possible as you could. Both body and mind. Perfectly.
Oh, to this point, i pitied for my money (which i sacrificed my time to earn) used on those meaningless dresses, while i looked into my naked reflection in the mirror.
pic. my dressing today.
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The Rock Cries Out To Us Today (a Maya Poem)
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Posted:May 26, 2006 1:57 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2024 11:58 am 5371 Views
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It’s long but you must read on…and listen to the rock’s cry, today, you would have no hail. -Swlw
The Rock Cries Out To Us Today
Maya Angelou(1928-,)
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spelling words
Armed for slaughter.
The rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A river sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more.
Come, clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I
And the tree and stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow
And when you yet knew you still knew nothing.
The river sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing river and the wise rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew,
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek,
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the tree.
Today, the first and last of every tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the river.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the river.
Each of you, descendant of some passed on
Traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name,
You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca,
You Cherokee Nation, who rested with me,
Then forced on bloody feet,
Left me to the employment of other seekers--
Desperate for gain, starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru,
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree
I am yours--your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,
Need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, , men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts.
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me,
The rock, the river, the tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes,
Into your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.
p.s. Maya Angelou, poet, black female poet, playwright, actress, writer, member of Civil Rights movement.
Despite the inequities of life as a , Maya Angelou has been able to provide a positive message of humanity and hope. She has said that “ The honorary duty of a human being is to love”
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He grows up, I grow down - Try despite of failure
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Posted:May 26, 2006 1:31 am
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2007 1:18 am 6644 Views
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"We are different, you want an enjoying life, i want challenging, ambitious life."
This is what my 24-y-o brother distinguished me fm him just now on QQ (Chinese skype/msn). When he talked w/ me about his new project, and when I poured some water to caution him. The boy that once attached to me on my bicycle back and forth kindergarden, followed me to play pingpong is putting me behind in a thought.
Each wave at hehind pushes the front in Yangtzi River. Each generation outdoes the last. Before this dynamic young generation, i feel i am miserably backword in thinking and taking action. If they have any idea, they put into action immediately, without calculation of risks and losses. They are keen on trying different things, welcoming failure while we older guys/gals clicking on calculator & computer. For example, when i was told they would start a website for e-shopping and i was still very suspicious, days later they launched it and got some encouraging yield.
Sometimes, the grown-up bro. would give a big laughing icon to the grown-down sis., "you just talk, no action!" Sometimes, he would encourage, "you are not old, you can do whatever you want."
I dont know. I have been dragging myself back all the years, because i am a coward old gal lacking of courage to meet change and challenge in excuse of life's complexity.
Hey, young or old, do whatever you want, try, despite of failure! And, dont watch me!
I always admire those phoenix-like practicers.
(Good that China today has such young dynamic, pragmatic people, only afraid that they are more material-driven).
pic. Chinese Painting: Zhang Daqian - Plum&Beauty.
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Wave over South Beach, Dong Ou Island
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Posted:May 24, 2006 10:57 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2006 10:58 pm 5102 Views
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Wave over South Beach, Dong Ou Island
(a Replay to Sunset over Narragansett Bay, by Joseph Allen, USA)
Let the hand of sea
pat on us, inside, outside
as it drives up and break suddenly;
Jump, jump, jump, waves put us up,
with soft hands but hard strength,
We puff, we are puffed.
I giggle to myself like I used to be when I was at peak of joy, like a .
I am so happy to play with the father of ocean.
I taste the vast teardrop!
-swlw-
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My Heart Leaps Up 我的心雀躍(W. Wordsworth)
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Posted:May 24, 2006 9:31 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2006 10:55 pm 5034 Views
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My Heart Leaps Up
William Wordsworth
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
我的心雀躍
華滋華斯
當我看見天空的彩虹
我的心雀躍:
如同我生命開始的那刻;
如同我正處壯年的此刻;
如同我變老了的時候,
不然奏我死樂!
孩童是人類的父親;
我希望我的日子
一個個和天生的誠虔
連在一起
(Swlw譯,2006.05.25午)
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