如果要听古典，
漫步者H500－－今天taobao的价格约为¥80左右
“H500令人激赏的一点在于虽然价格低廉，但仍然“出淤泥而不染”的保持了较为平直的频响曲线。表现出纯正的德国声——讲究声音精确度而且不重渲染，它可以很好很干净的还原音乐。”－－低端古典；
拜亚动力DT231－－约在¥300左右
“要问哪个牌子耳机的音染最小，那非严谨的德系莫属，而在森海塞尔、德国歌德、拜亚动力等等品牌之中，还要数拜亚动力最得“监听”之精髓。”－－中端古典；
B&O A8－－¥1580，还有好多¥左右的，怀疑是c货
“声场对于耳塞来说一直是个软肋，但A8的声场却出乎意料的宽广，这显然对大编制的交响乐十分有好处。拿它来听交响乐，各种乐器的定位层次分明，甚至前与后的位置都能清晰辨明。
A8 的音染几乎为零，所以能非常重视地呈现音乐的本来面目，虽不能说是最动听的，去可以说是比较耐听的，可以博得大多数人的好感。另外它的解析力也异常出色，滴水不漏的把唱片上每个比特都送到耳朵里的感受只有亲耳听了才知道。低频方面下潜深但是又不过分，高音华丽，人声饱满。”－－交响乐的绝佳利器。
如果要听摇滚乐，
高斯Porta Pro（PP－－¥350左右
“PP浓重的美式低音澎湃而充满霸气，极具动感与活力，演绎摇滚乐和重金属乐来游刃有余。”
低音很好。
高斯SPARK PLUG（SP）：PP的“耳塞版本”，低音同样强悍有力。
索尼EX51－－¥100左右
如果要听流行音乐－－new age
“New age音乐是一种笼统的说法，这种音乐的跨度很大，特点也比较难以概括。不过一般说来，New age音乐是古典、流行与民乐的结合体，所以要求耳机的平衡性要好，高频和低频都不能有瑕疵。另外，New age音乐比较空灵虚幻，所以也就没必要追求真实还原，耳机有音染没关系，只要动听就好。再者，New age空灵的特点要求耳机的声场定位要好，能表现出空灵悠远的气氛。”
AKG K66－－¥350
“K66与久负盛名的索尼E888在音色趋向上有些类似，都是在中频和高频作了修饰，听起来很明亮，不同的是K66少了E888那种甜腻感，音场也更加宽阔。”
拜亚动力DT231－－
“它是一款可以长时间聆听，并且让你忘记一切全身心融入音乐的耳机。DT231的音场宽阔，乐器分离感很足，声音清晰、明亮、平实、内敛，重现的是原汁原味的音乐。”
歌德RS1－－
“RS1的声音总的特点是“亮丽”，初听边能把你深深吸引，时间长了更是显出耐听本色。中频还是歌德一贯的清晰和谐，低频则比较饱满有力、冲击力较强。RS1的高频声音晶莹易辨，只是稍欠细腻。总的来说，RS1应该说是听newage的终极武器了。”
如果要听的是流行人声，
人声频段集中在中高频，所以一定不能用低音耳机。
索尼E888：独具魅力的高频染色，使之成为听女声歌曲最佳耳塞
铁三角ES7：外观很酷，但声音很具阴柔美，真是个矛盾的结合体
铁三角CM7：与ES7相似，也是个“金属”与“阴柔”的结合体
我呢，
高斯pp。
星期日, 九月 24, 2006
星期四, 九月 14, 2006
关于教师资格证。
非师范报考教师资格证：
教育学以及心理学－－考 江苏省一般在每年二月的最后一个周六统一安排考试，通过一门发一张证书，有效期三年。
普通话水平测试二级乙等－－考
体检－－指定医院
政治思想品德坚定－－系里盖章
教学实践环节－－15分钟试讲＋15分钟答辩，5月周末－－提交指定教材任意章节备课笔记一式三份，现场指定章节，试讲；
查询是否通过，若pass，按时领取资格证书。
考证“四步曲”
首先，先要参加普通话水平测试，除语文学科外，达到二级乙等以上就可以了。像我们学校会统一组织考试。如果你所在学校没有这个要求的话，那么一般你要到该市的普通话水平测试中心报名。一般每个月考一次。考试不难，报名时购买指定的教材，重点把后面的范文和模拟题看熟，只要水平不是特别差或者方言根深蒂固，一般都可以过关。
接下来，你要集中注意考《教育学》、《心理学》两门课程。非师范教育类专业毕业生，以及虽有师范教育类专业毕业学历但与认定资格种类学历要求不一致的人员，均应参加教育学、心理学课程培训，参加省教育厅组织的统一考试。先是报名。需要注意的是，心理学、教育学课程考试分幼儿园、小学、中学和大学四个类别，你需要根据自己的意愿报名。具体地点各地不同，自己咨询一下吧。这也需要购买指定教材，如果你认为自学很难的话，可以参加社会上或学校里举办的培训（至少我们学校是有的）。江苏省一般在每年二月的最后一个周六统一安排考试，通过一门发一张证书，有效期三年。
然后需要做的是向教师资格认定机构或接受委托的高校提出申请认定教师资格。注意：因为只有应届毕业生才能申请教师资格证书，所以你只能在毕业前的最后一个学期持学校开具的思想品德鉴定、学业成绩证明和其它申请材料（包括由本人填写的《教师资格认定申请表》一式两份，身份证、学历证书、普通话证书原件和复印件，指定医院体检合格证等）到户籍所在地教师认定机构申请。材料繁多，自己最好到时再问清楚，别漏了哦。
最好就要经受一次“演习”的考验。即参加教育局组织的一次讲课和教材教法方面的面试。说白了就是让你当一次老师。时间会有人通知你的。到时你需要根据给出的材料当场在规定时间内写出一份教案，然后去教室讲课。注意此时不要紧张，举止要大方。教案的字迹要清楚，段落、步骤、条理要分明，细节倒不必在意———考官们可不会花很多时间看教案。之后就回家静侯佳音吧。如果pass，你所需要做的就是拿着你的毕业证书在规定时间内去领取你心仪已久的本本了。
注意事项
钱、身份证、2寸照片和其他各种材料，一个都不能少，还有要打听清楚进行各类考试和申请的确切时间，不可错过，不然很可能要错过一年！
教育学以及心理学－－考 江苏省一般在每年二月的最后一个周六统一安排考试，通过一门发一张证书，有效期三年。
普通话水平测试二级乙等－－考
体检－－指定医院
政治思想品德坚定－－系里盖章
教学实践环节－－15分钟试讲＋15分钟答辩，5月周末－－提交指定教材任意章节备课笔记一式三份，现场指定章节，试讲；
查询是否通过，若pass，按时领取资格证书。
考证“四步曲”
首先，先要参加普通话水平测试，除语文学科外，达到二级乙等以上就可以了。像我们学校会统一组织考试。如果你所在学校没有这个要求的话，那么一般你要到该市的普通话水平测试中心报名。一般每个月考一次。考试不难，报名时购买指定的教材，重点把后面的范文和模拟题看熟，只要水平不是特别差或者方言根深蒂固，一般都可以过关。
接下来，你要集中注意考《教育学》、《心理学》两门课程。非师范教育类专业毕业生，以及虽有师范教育类专业毕业学历但与认定资格种类学历要求不一致的人员，均应参加教育学、心理学课程培训，参加省教育厅组织的统一考试。先是报名。需要注意的是，心理学、教育学课程考试分幼儿园、小学、中学和大学四个类别，你需要根据自己的意愿报名。具体地点各地不同，自己咨询一下吧。这也需要购买指定教材，如果你认为自学很难的话，可以参加社会上或学校里举办的培训（至少我们学校是有的）。江苏省一般在每年二月的最后一个周六统一安排考试，通过一门发一张证书，有效期三年。
然后需要做的是向教师资格认定机构或接受委托的高校提出申请认定教师资格。注意：因为只有应届毕业生才能申请教师资格证书，所以你只能在毕业前的最后一个学期持学校开具的思想品德鉴定、学业成绩证明和其它申请材料（包括由本人填写的《教师资格认定申请表》一式两份，身份证、学历证书、普通话证书原件和复印件，指定医院体检合格证等）到户籍所在地教师认定机构申请。材料繁多，自己最好到时再问清楚，别漏了哦。
最好就要经受一次“演习”的考验。即参加教育局组织的一次讲课和教材教法方面的面试。说白了就是让你当一次老师。时间会有人通知你的。到时你需要根据给出的材料当场在规定时间内写出一份教案，然后去教室讲课。注意此时不要紧张，举止要大方。教案的字迹要清楚，段落、步骤、条理要分明，细节倒不必在意———考官们可不会花很多时间看教案。之后就回家静侯佳音吧。如果pass，你所需要做的就是拿着你的毕业证书在规定时间内去领取你心仪已久的本本了。
注意事项
钱、身份证、2寸照片和其他各种材料，一个都不能少，还有要打听清楚进行各类考试和申请的确切时间，不可错过，不然很可能要错过一年！
星期日, 九月 10, 2006
关于共产主义思想
我实在很难给这个标题加个句号
不愿意啊⋯
很多人在网上或者日常生活中冒出责骂甚至是辱骂
多难听的都有
可是多少人想到 如果这一切真的被抹杀掉了
一直坚持着和支撑着我们生命的柱子会还在么
生命会被虚度，理想会和我们决裂 并被抛弃
cuz幼时 成长时 青年时的教育和耳濡目染让你失去一切
象普京并没有将列宁迁移到一个虚幻的遗言中去，并没有抹掉前苏联的一切印记
或早或晚 中国也会遭遇这一切吧？
这个社会实在很难捉摸得透
民心之所向
嘴里说的和心里想的可以用戏剧化来解释。
我还是坚持，中国应该继续坚持以共产主义作为最高理想来进行建设和继续走这样的一条道路
因为摆脱不掉了
也许一旦成为资本主义阵营中的一员，
马克思列宁主义所提出的矛盾论会愈加突显
会有再次革命的危机么？
这是未来的事情了。
我们应该和他们不同，
其他人承认我们 认同我们 就是因为我们和他们不同
为什么要放弃呢。
继续走下去 坚持到那一天
理想实现的那一天。
中国还是中国。
不愿意啊⋯
很多人在网上或者日常生活中冒出责骂甚至是辱骂
多难听的都有
可是多少人想到 如果这一切真的被抹杀掉了
一直坚持着和支撑着我们生命的柱子会还在么
生命会被虚度，理想会和我们决裂 并被抛弃
cuz幼时 成长时 青年时的教育和耳濡目染让你失去一切
象普京并没有将列宁迁移到一个虚幻的遗言中去，并没有抹掉前苏联的一切印记
或早或晚 中国也会遭遇这一切吧？
这个社会实在很难捉摸得透
民心之所向
嘴里说的和心里想的可以用戏剧化来解释。
我还是坚持，中国应该继续坚持以共产主义作为最高理想来进行建设和继续走这样的一条道路
因为摆脱不掉了
也许一旦成为资本主义阵营中的一员，
马克思列宁主义所提出的矛盾论会愈加突显
会有再次革命的危机么？
这是未来的事情了。
我们应该和他们不同，
其他人承认我们 认同我们 就是因为我们和他们不同
为什么要放弃呢。
继续走下去 坚持到那一天
理想实现的那一天。
中国还是中国。
Ozymandias
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
星期五, 九月 08, 2006
music
i think i was entirly fell into an amuzing cyicle for the songs i've heard or found or just some kind a quick listen,
search them crazy
well,i don't know if that is bad or good
but i am really happy after i listened the song again and again and then the answer was founded
really i appreiate that.
and music^^
huh
i do not know.
search them crazy
well,i don't know if that is bad or good
but i am really happy after i listened the song again and again and then the answer was founded
really i appreiate that.
and music^^
huh
i do not know.
星期四, 九月 07, 2006
about 1900
now i am watching "the legend of 1900"，
an excellent film about a pianist i had ever had
huh~
i've heard a lot about this movie,but today i am really watching it now.
it made me miss a lot,a lot that i had ever and now .
an excellent film about a pianist i had ever had
huh~
i've heard a lot about this movie,but today i am really watching it now.
it made me miss a lot,a lot that i had ever and now .
星期三, 九月 06, 2006
星期日, 九月 03, 2006
找找s.r.的源头
http://www.generationterrorists.com/quotes/rita_hayworth_and_shawshank_redemption.shtml
http://www.filmsite.org/shaw.html
http://post.baidu.com/f?kz=71655115 中文版本以及详细介绍。应是旁观者角度。
Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption
Stephen King
There's a guy like me in every state and federal prision in America, I guess - I'm the guy who can get it for you. Tailor-made cigarettes, a bag of reefer, if you're partial to that, a bottle of brandy to celebrate your son or daughter's high school graduation, or almost anything else... within reason, that is.
Have I rehabilitated myself, you ask? I don't know what that word means, at least as far as prisons and corrections go. I think it's a politician's word. It may have some other meaning, and it may be that I will have a chance to find out, but that is the future... something cons teach themselves not to think about.
Yeah, I'm a regular Nieman-Marcus. And so when Andy Dufresne came to me in 1949 and asked if I could smuggle Rita Hayworth into the prison for him, I said it would be no problem at all. And it wasn't.
As I believe I have said, everyone in prison is an innocent man. Oh, they read the scripture the way those holy rollers on TV read the Book of Revelations. They were the victims of judges with hearts of stone and balls to match, or incompetent lawyers, or police frame-ups, or bad luck. They read the scripture, but you can see a different scripture in their faces. Most cons are a low sort, no good to themselves or anyone else, and their worst luck was that their mothers carried them to term.
"Fair enough. I'll tell you what it is and why I want it. A rock-hammer looks like a miniature pickaxe - about so long... It's got a small sharp pick on one end and a flat, blunt hammerhead on the other. I want it because I like rocks."
The prison administration knows about the black market, in case you were wondering. Sure they do. They probably know as much about my business as I do myself. They live with it because they know that a prison is like a big pressure cooker, and there have to be vents somewhere to let off steam. They make the occasional bust, and I've done time in solitary a time or three over the years, but when it's something like posters, they wink. Live and let live. And when a big Rita Hayworth went up in some fishie's cell, the assumption was that it came in the mail from a friend or a relative. Of course all the care-packages from friends and relatives are opened and the contents inventoried, but who goes back and re-checks the inventory sheets for something as harmless as a Rita Hayworth or an Ava Gardner pin-up? When you're in a pressure-cooker you learn to live and let live or somebody will carve you a brand-new mouth just above the Adam's apple. You learn to make allowances.
"... I only ask for three beers apiece for my co-workers, if that seems fair. I think a man feels more like a man when he's working out of doors in the springtime if he can have a bottle of suds. That's only my opinion. It would go down smooth, and I'm sure you'd have their gratitude."
That's how, on the second-to-last day of the job, the convict crew that tarred the plate-factory roof in 1950 ending up sitting in a row at ten o'clock on a spring morning, drinking Black Label beer supplied by the hardest screw that ever walked a turn at Shawshank Prison. That beer was piss-warm, but it was still the best I ever had in my life. We sat and drank it and felt the sun on our shoulders, and not even the expression of half-amusement, half-contempt on Hadley's face - as if he was watching apes drink beer instead of men - could spoil it. It lasted twenty minutes, that beer-break, and for those twenty minutes we felt like free men. We could have been drinking beer and tarring the roof of one of our own houses.
"... what I'm doing in here isn't all that different from what I was doing outside. I'll hand you a pretty cynical axiom: the amount of financial help an individual or company needs rises in direct proportion to how many people that person or business is screwing.
The people who run this place are stupid, brutal monsters for the most part. The people who run the straight world are brutal and monstrous, but they happen not to be quite as stupid, because the standard of competence out there is a little higher. Not much, but a little."
"There's a fine line there. What it comes down to, Red, is some people refuse to get their hands dirty at all. That's called sainthood, and the pigeons land on your shoulders and crap all over your shirt. The other extreme is to take a bath in the dirt and deal any goddamned thing that will turn a dollar - guns, switchblades, big H, what the hell. You ever have a con come up to you and offer you a contract?"
I nodded. It's happened a lot of time over the years. You are, after all, the man who can get it. And they figure if you can get them a nine-bolt battery for their transistor radio or a carton of Luckies or a lid of reefer, you can put them in touch with a guy who'll use a knife.
"Sure you have," Andy agreed. "But you don't do it. Because guys like us, Red, we know there's a third choice. An alternative to staying simon-pure or bathing in the filth and the slime. It's the alternative that grown-ups all over the world pick. You balance off your walk through the hog-wallow against what it gains you. You choose the lesser of two evils and try to keep your good intentions in front of you. And I guess you judge how well you're doing by how well you sleep at night... and what your dreams are like."
We had another warden by then, a man named Samuel Norton... His major innovation as the head of our happy family was to make sure that each incoming prisoner had a New Testament. He had a small plaque on his desk, gold letter inlaid in teakwood, which said CHRIST IS MY SAVIOUR. A sampler on the wall, made by his wife, read: HIS JUDGMENT COMETH AND THAT RIGHT EARLY. The latter sentiment cut zero ice with most of us. We felt that the judgment had already occurred, and we would be willing to testify with the best of them that the rock would not hide us nor the dead tree give us shelter. He had a Bible quote for every occasion, did Mr Sam Norton, and whenever you meet a man like that, my best advice to you would be to grin big and cover your balls with both hands.
... it was as if Tommy had produced a key which fitted a cage in the back of his mind, a cage like his own cell. Only instead of holding a man, that cage held a tiger, and that tiger's name was Hope. Williams had produced the key that unlocked the cage and the tiger was out, willy-nilly, to roam his brain.
To get to Solitary Wing, you were led down twenty-three steps to a basement level where the only sound was the drip of water. The only light was supplied by a series of dangling sixty-watt bulbs. The cells were keg-shaped, like those wallsafes rich people sometimes hide behind a picture. Like a safe, the round doorways were hinged, and solid instead of barred. You get ventilation from above, but no light except for your own sixty-watt bulb, which was turned off from a master-switch promptly at eight p.m., an hour before lights out in the rest of the prison. The wire wasn't in a wire mesh cage or anything like that. The feeling was that if you wanted to exist down there in the dark, you were welcome to it. Not many did... but after eight, of course, you had no choice. You had a bunk bolted to the wall and a can with no toilet seat. You had three ways to spend your time: sitting, shitting, or sleeping. Big choice. Twenty days could get to seem like a year. Thirty days could seem like two, and forty days like ten. Sometimes you could hear rats in the ventilation system. In a situation like that, subdivisions of terrible tend to get lost.
Time continued to pass - the oldest trick in the world, and maybe the only one that really is magic.
"When I get out of here," Andy said finally, "I'm going where it's warm all the time." He spoke with such calm assurance you would have thought he had only a month or so left to serve. "You know where I'm goin', Red?"
"Nope."
"Zihuatanejo," he said, rolling the word softly from his tongue like music. "Down in Mexico. It's a little place maybe twenty miles from Playa Azul and Mexico Highway 37. It's a hundred miles north-east of Acapulco on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific?"
I told him I didn't.
"They say it has no memory. And that's where I want to finish out my life, Red. In a warm place that has no memory."
"Zihuatenejo. I'm going to have a little hotel down there. Six cabanas along the beach, and six more set further back, for the highway trade. I'll have a guy who'll take my guests out charter fishing. There'll be a trophy for the guy who catches the biggest marlin of the season, and I'll put his picture up in the lobby. It won't be a family place. It'll be a place for people on their honeymoon... first or second varieties."
"There are really only two types of men in the world when it comes to bad trouble," Andy said, cupping a match between his hands and lighting a cigarette. "Suppose there was a house full of rare paintings and sculptures and fine old antiques, Red? And suppose the guy who owned the house heard that there was a monster of a hurricane headed right at it. One of those two kinds of men just hopes for the best. The hurricane will change course, he says to himself. No right-thinking hurricane would ever dare wipe out all these Rembrandts, my two Degas horses, my Jackons Pollocks and my Paul Klees. Furthermore, God wouldn't allow it. And if worst comes to worst, they're insured. That's one sort of man. The other sort just assumes that hurricane is going to tear right through the middle of his house. If the weather bureau says the hurricane just changed course, this guy assumes it'll change back in order to put his house on ground zero again. This second type of guy knows there's no harm in hoping for the best as long as you're prepared for the worst."
"He was close friend," Andy said. "We were in the war together. France, Germany, the occupation. He was a good friend. He knew it was illegal, but he also knew that setting up a false identity in this country is very easy and very safe. He took my money - my money with all taxes on it paid so the IRS wouldn't get too interested - and invested it for Peter Stevens. He did that in 1950 and 1951. Today it amounts to three hundred and seventy thousand dollars, plus change."
I guess my jaw made a thump when it dropped against my chest, because he smiled.
"Think of all the things people wish they'd invested in since 1950 or so, and two or three of them will be things Peter Stevens was into. If I hadn't ended up in here, I'd probably be worth seven or eight millions bucks by now. I'd have a Rolls... and probably an ulcer as big as a portable radio."
"I'll tell you how it is, Red. There's a big hayfield in the town of Buxton. You know where Buxton is at, don't you?"
I said I did. It lies right next door to Scarborough.
"That's right. And at the north end of this particular hayfield there's a rock wall, right out of a Robert Frost poem. And somewhere along the base of that wall is a rock that has no business in a Maine hayfeld. It's a piece of volcanic glass, and until 1947 it was a paperweight on my office desk. My friend Jim put it in that wall. There's a key underneath it. The key opens a safe deposit box in the Portland branch of the Casco Bank."
"I just can't afford to wait that long. I leep thinking about Zihuatanejo and that small hotel. That's all I want from my life now, Red, and I don't think that's too much to want. I didn't kill Glenn Quentin and I didn't kill my wife, and that hotel... it's not too much to want. To swim and get a tan and sleep in a room with open windows and space... that's not too much to want.
"You know, Red," he said in an offhand voice, "a place like that... I'd have to have a man who knows how to get things."
"I couldn't do it," I said. "I couldn't get along on the outside. I'm what they call an institutional man now. In here I'm the man who can get it for you, yeah. But out there, anyone can get it for you. Out there, if you want posters or rock-hammers or one particular record or a boat-in-a-bottle model kit, you can use the fucking Yellow Pages. In here. I'm the fucking Yellow Pages. I wouldn't know how to begin. Or where."
... you do get institutionalized. When you take away a man's freedom and teach him to live in a cell, he seems to lose his ability to think in dimensions. He's like that jackrabbit I mentioned, frozen in the oncoming lights of the track that is bound to kill it. More often than not a con who's just out will pull some dumb job that hasn't a chance in hell of succeeding... and why? Because it'll get him back inside. Back where he understands how things work.
In 1975, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank.
"Warden, it smell pretty damn bad."
"Never mind, I said! Norton cried.
Colorously, Tremont's voice floated back: "Smells like shit. Oh God, that's what it is, it's shit, of my God lemme outta here I'm gonna blow my groceries oh shit it's shit oh my Gawwwwd -" And then came the unmistakable sound of Rory Trement losing his last couple of meals.
Well, that was it for me. I couldn't help myself. The whole day - hell no, the last thirty years - all came up on me at once and I started laughing fit to split, a laugh such as I'd never had since I was a free man, the kind of laugh I never expected to have inside these grey walls. And oh dear God didn't it feel good!
Well, friends and neighbours, I was the one who went. Straight down to solitary, and there I stayed for fifteen days. A long shot. But every now and then I'd think about poor old not-too-bright Rory Tremont bellowing oh shit it's shit, and then I'd think about Andy Dufresne heading south in his own car, dressed in a nice suit, and I'd just have to laugh. I did that fifteen days in solitary practically standing on my head. Maybe because half of me was with Andy Dufresne, Andy Dufresne who has waded in shit and came out clean on the other side, Andy Dufresne, headed for the Pacific.
Five hundred yards. The length of five football fields. Just shy of a mile.
For all I know, Sam Norton is down there in Eliot now, attending services at the Baptist church every Sunday, and wondering how the hell Andy Dufresne ever could have gotten the better of him.
I could have told him; the answer to the quesion is simplicity itself. Some have got it, Sam. And some don't, and never will.
Geology had, in fact, become his chief hobby. I imagined it appealed to his patient, meticulous nature. A ten-thousand-year ice age here. A million years of mountain-building there. Tectonic plates grinding against each other deep under the earth's skin over the millennia. Pressure. Andy told me once that all of geology is the study of pressure.
And time, of course.
Very late in the summer of 1975, on 15 September to be exact, I got a postcard which had been mailed from the tiny town of McNary, Texas. That town is on the American side of the border, directly across from El Porvenir. The message side of the card was totally blank. But I know. I know it in my heart as surely as I know that we're all going to die someday.
McNary was where he crossed. McNary Texas.
We're glad he's gone, but a little sad, too. Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.
That's the story and I'm glad I told it, even if it is a bit inconclusive and even though some of the memories that pencil prodded up (like that branch poking up the river-mud) made me feel a little sad and even older than I am. Thank you for listening. And Andy: If you're really down there, as I believe you are, look at the stars for me just after sunset, and touch the sand, and wade in the water, and feel free.
After hardly knowing that they were half of the human race for forty years, I was suddenly working in a store filled with them. Old women, pregnant women wearing T-shirts with arrows pointing downward and the printed motto reading BABY HERE, skinny women with their nipples poking out of their shirts - a woman wearing something like that when I went in would have gotten arrested and then had a sanity hearing - women of every shape and size. I found myself going with a semi-hard almost all the time and cursing myself for being a dirty old man.
Music on the radio. When I went in, the big bands were just getting up a good head of steam. Now every song sounds like it's about fucking. So many cars. At first I felt like I was taking my life into my hands every time I crossed the street.
Dear Red,
If you're reading this, then you're out. One way or another, you're out. And if you've followed along this far, you might be willing to come a little further. I think you remember the name of the town, don't you? I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels.
Meantime, have a drink on me - and do think it over. I will be keepnig an eye out for you. Remember that hope is a good thing, Red, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and find you well.
Your friend,
Peter Stevens
Sure I remember the name. Zihuatanejo. A name like that is just too pretty to forget.
I find I am excited, so excited I can hardly hold the pencil in my trembling hand. I think it is the excitement that only a free man can feel, a free man starting a long journey whose conclusion in uncertain.
I hope Andy is down there.
I hope I can make it across the border.
I hope to see my friend and shake his hand.
I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.
I hope.
许多年前的故事，再看看。
四个故事，不看后会！
1.误会：早年在美国阿拉斯加地方，有一对年轻人结婚，婚后生育，他的太太因难产而死，遗下一孩子。他忙生活，又忙于看家，因没有人帮忙看孩子，就训练一只狗，那狗聪明听话，能照顾小孩，咬着奶瓶喂奶给孩子喝，抚养孩子。有一天，主人出门去了，叫它照顾孩子。他到了别的乡村，因遇大雪，当日不能回来。第二天才赶回家，狗立即闻声出来迎接主人。他把房门开一看，到处是血，抬头一望，床上也是血，孩子不见了，狗在身边，满口也是血，主人发现这种情形，以为狗性发作，把孩子吃掉了，大怒之下，拿起刀来向着狗头一劈，把狗杀死了。之后，忽然听到孩子的声音，又见他从床下爬了出来，于是抱起孩子；虽然身上有血，但并未受伤。他很奇怪，不知究竟是怎么一回事，再看看狗身，腿上的肉没有了，旁边有一只狼，口里还咬着狗的肉；狗救了小主人，却被主人误杀了，这真是天下最令人惊奇的误会。注：误会的事，是人往往在不了解、无理智、无耐心、缺少思考、未能多方体谅对方，反省自己，感情极为冲动的情况之下所发生。误会一开始，即一直只想到对方的千错万错；因此，会使误会越陷越深，弄到不可收拾的地步，人对无知的动物小狗发生误会，尚且会有如此可怕严重的后果，这样人与人之间的误会，则其后果更是难以想象。
2.钉子：有一个男孩有着很坏的脾气，于是他的父亲就给了他一袋钉子；并且告诉他，每当他发脾气的时候就钉一根钉子在后院的围篱上。第一天，这个男孩钉下了37根钉子。慢慢地每天钉下的数量减少了。他发现控制自己的脾气要比钉下那些钉子来得容易些。终于有一天这个男孩再也不会失去耐性乱发脾气，他告诉他的父亲这件事，父亲告诉他，现在开始每当他能控制自己的脾气的时候，就拔出一根钉子。一天天地过去了，最后男孩告诉他的父亲，他终于把所有钉子都拔出来了。父亲握着他的手来到后院说：你做得很好，我的好孩子。但是看看那些围篱上的洞，这些围篱将永远不能回复成从前。你生气的时候说的话将像这些钉子一样留下疤痕。如果你拿刀子捅别人一刀，不管你说了多少次对不起，那个伤口将永远存在。话语的伤痛就像真实的伤痛一样令人无法承受。注：人与人之间常常因为一些彼此无法释怀的坚持，而造成永远的伤害。如果我们都能从自己做起，开始宽容地看待他人，相信你（你）一定能收到许多意想不到的结果....帮别人开启一扇窗，也就是让自己看到更完整的天空....
3.且慢下手： 大多数的同仁都很兴奋，因为单位里调来一位新主管，据说是个能人，专门被派来整顿业务；可是日一天天过去，新主管却毫无作为，每天彬彬有礼进办公室，便躲在里面难得出门，那些本来紧张得要死的坏份子，现在反而更猖獗了。他那里是个能人嘛！根本是个老好人，比以前的主管更容易唬！四个月过去，就在真正努力为新主管感到失望时，新主管却发威了－－坏份子一律开革，能人则获得晋升。下手之快，断事之准，与四月表现保守的他，简直像是全然换个人。年终聚餐时，新主管在酒过三巡之后致词：「相信大家对我新到任期间的表现，和后来的大刀阔斧，一定感到不解，现在听我说个故事，各位就明白了：「我有位朋友，买了栋带着大院的房子，他一搬进去，就将那院子全面整顿，杂草树一律清除，改种自己新买的花卉，某日原先的屋主往访，进门大吃一惊的问：『那最名贵的牡丹哪里去了？』我这位朋友才发现，他竟然把牡丹当草给铲了。后来他又买了一栋房子，虽然院子更是杂乱，他却是按兵不动，果然冬天以为是杂树的植物，春天里开了繁花；春天以为是野草的，夏天里成了锦蔟；半年都没有动静的小树，秋天居然红了叶。直到暮秋，它才真正认清哪些是无用的植物，而大力铲除，并使所有珍贵的草木得以保存。」说到这儿，主管举起杯来：「让我敬在座的每一位，因为如果这办公室是个花园，你们就都是其间的珍木，珍木不可能一年到头开花结果，只有经过长期的观察才认得出啊！
4.宽大：这是一个来自越战归来的士兵的故事。他从旧金山打电话给他的父母，告诉他们：「爸妈，我回来了，可是我有个不情之请。我想带一个朋友同我一起回家。」「当然好啊！」他们回答「我们会很高兴见到的。」不过儿子又继续下去「可是有件事我想先告诉你们，他在越战里受了重伤，少了一条胳臂和一只脚，他现在走投无路，我想请他回来和我们一起生活。」「儿子，我很遗撼，不过或许我们可以帮他找个安身之处。」父亲又接着说「儿子，你不知道自己在说些什么。像他这样残障的人会对我们的生活造成很大的负担。我们还有自己的生活要过，不能就让他这样破坏了。我建议你先回家然后忘了他，他会找到自己的一片天空的。」就在此时儿子挂上了电话，他的父母再也没有他的消息了。几天后，这对父母接到了来自旧金山警局的电话，告诉他们亲爱的儿子已经坠楼身亡了。警方相信这只是单纯的自杀案件。于是他们伤心欲绝地飞往旧金山，并在警方带领之下到停尸间去辨认儿子的遗体。那的确是他们的儿子没错，但惊讶的是儿子居然，只有一条胳臂和一条腿。故事中的父母就和我们大多数人一样。要去喜爱面貌姣好或谈吐风趣的人很容易，但是要喜欢那些造成我们不便和不快的人却太难了。我们总是宁愿和那些不如我们健康，美丽或聪明的人保持距离。然而感谢上帝，有些人却不会对我们如此残酷。他们会无怨无悔地爱我们，不论我们多么糟总是愿意接纳我们。今晚在你入睡之前，向上帝祷告请他赐给你力量去接纳他人，不论他们是怎么样的人；请他帮助我们了解那些不同于我们的人。每个人的心里都藏着一种神奇的东西称为「友情」，你不知道它究竟是如何发生何时发生，但你却知道它总会带给我们特殊的礼物。你也会了解友情是上帝给我们最珍贵的赠与！朋友就像是稀奇的宝物。他们带来欢笑，激励我们成功。他们倾听我们内心的话，与我们分享每一句赞美。他们的心房永远为我们而敞开。现在就告诉你的朋友你有多在乎他们。
试想：朋友，您一路看下来之后；一定有很深的感触吧。那么，在对别人有所决定与判断之前，首先，请想想这是否是一个「误会」，然后，请考虑您是否一定要钉下这个「钉子」，如果可以的话，请「且慢下手」。因为，当您对别人「宽大」之时，即是对您自己宽大。
1.误会：早年在美国阿拉斯加地方，有一对年轻人结婚，婚后生育，他的太太因难产而死，遗下一孩子。他忙生活，又忙于看家，因没有人帮忙看孩子，就训练一只狗，那狗聪明听话，能照顾小孩，咬着奶瓶喂奶给孩子喝，抚养孩子。有一天，主人出门去了，叫它照顾孩子。他到了别的乡村，因遇大雪，当日不能回来。第二天才赶回家，狗立即闻声出来迎接主人。他把房门开一看，到处是血，抬头一望，床上也是血，孩子不见了，狗在身边，满口也是血，主人发现这种情形，以为狗性发作，把孩子吃掉了，大怒之下，拿起刀来向着狗头一劈，把狗杀死了。之后，忽然听到孩子的声音，又见他从床下爬了出来，于是抱起孩子；虽然身上有血，但并未受伤。他很奇怪，不知究竟是怎么一回事，再看看狗身，腿上的肉没有了，旁边有一只狼，口里还咬着狗的肉；狗救了小主人，却被主人误杀了，这真是天下最令人惊奇的误会。注：误会的事，是人往往在不了解、无理智、无耐心、缺少思考、未能多方体谅对方，反省自己，感情极为冲动的情况之下所发生。误会一开始，即一直只想到对方的千错万错；因此，会使误会越陷越深，弄到不可收拾的地步，人对无知的动物小狗发生误会，尚且会有如此可怕严重的后果，这样人与人之间的误会，则其后果更是难以想象。
2.钉子：有一个男孩有着很坏的脾气，于是他的父亲就给了他一袋钉子；并且告诉他，每当他发脾气的时候就钉一根钉子在后院的围篱上。第一天，这个男孩钉下了37根钉子。慢慢地每天钉下的数量减少了。他发现控制自己的脾气要比钉下那些钉子来得容易些。终于有一天这个男孩再也不会失去耐性乱发脾气，他告诉他的父亲这件事，父亲告诉他，现在开始每当他能控制自己的脾气的时候，就拔出一根钉子。一天天地过去了，最后男孩告诉他的父亲，他终于把所有钉子都拔出来了。父亲握着他的手来到后院说：你做得很好，我的好孩子。但是看看那些围篱上的洞，这些围篱将永远不能回复成从前。你生气的时候说的话将像这些钉子一样留下疤痕。如果你拿刀子捅别人一刀，不管你说了多少次对不起，那个伤口将永远存在。话语的伤痛就像真实的伤痛一样令人无法承受。注：人与人之间常常因为一些彼此无法释怀的坚持，而造成永远的伤害。如果我们都能从自己做起，开始宽容地看待他人，相信你（你）一定能收到许多意想不到的结果....帮别人开启一扇窗，也就是让自己看到更完整的天空....
3.且慢下手： 大多数的同仁都很兴奋，因为单位里调来一位新主管，据说是个能人，专门被派来整顿业务；可是日一天天过去，新主管却毫无作为，每天彬彬有礼进办公室，便躲在里面难得出门，那些本来紧张得要死的坏份子，现在反而更猖獗了。他那里是个能人嘛！根本是个老好人，比以前的主管更容易唬！四个月过去，就在真正努力为新主管感到失望时，新主管却发威了－－坏份子一律开革，能人则获得晋升。下手之快，断事之准，与四月表现保守的他，简直像是全然换个人。年终聚餐时，新主管在酒过三巡之后致词：「相信大家对我新到任期间的表现，和后来的大刀阔斧，一定感到不解，现在听我说个故事，各位就明白了：「我有位朋友，买了栋带着大院的房子，他一搬进去，就将那院子全面整顿，杂草树一律清除，改种自己新买的花卉，某日原先的屋主往访，进门大吃一惊的问：『那最名贵的牡丹哪里去了？』我这位朋友才发现，他竟然把牡丹当草给铲了。后来他又买了一栋房子，虽然院子更是杂乱，他却是按兵不动，果然冬天以为是杂树的植物，春天里开了繁花；春天以为是野草的，夏天里成了锦蔟；半年都没有动静的小树，秋天居然红了叶。直到暮秋，它才真正认清哪些是无用的植物，而大力铲除，并使所有珍贵的草木得以保存。」说到这儿，主管举起杯来：「让我敬在座的每一位，因为如果这办公室是个花园，你们就都是其间的珍木，珍木不可能一年到头开花结果，只有经过长期的观察才认得出啊！
4.宽大：这是一个来自越战归来的士兵的故事。他从旧金山打电话给他的父母，告诉他们：「爸妈，我回来了，可是我有个不情之请。我想带一个朋友同我一起回家。」「当然好啊！」他们回答「我们会很高兴见到的。」不过儿子又继续下去「可是有件事我想先告诉你们，他在越战里受了重伤，少了一条胳臂和一只脚，他现在走投无路，我想请他回来和我们一起生活。」「儿子，我很遗撼，不过或许我们可以帮他找个安身之处。」父亲又接着说「儿子，你不知道自己在说些什么。像他这样残障的人会对我们的生活造成很大的负担。我们还有自己的生活要过，不能就让他这样破坏了。我建议你先回家然后忘了他，他会找到自己的一片天空的。」就在此时儿子挂上了电话，他的父母再也没有他的消息了。几天后，这对父母接到了来自旧金山警局的电话，告诉他们亲爱的儿子已经坠楼身亡了。警方相信这只是单纯的自杀案件。于是他们伤心欲绝地飞往旧金山，并在警方带领之下到停尸间去辨认儿子的遗体。那的确是他们的儿子没错，但惊讶的是儿子居然，只有一条胳臂和一条腿。故事中的父母就和我们大多数人一样。要去喜爱面貌姣好或谈吐风趣的人很容易，但是要喜欢那些造成我们不便和不快的人却太难了。我们总是宁愿和那些不如我们健康，美丽或聪明的人保持距离。然而感谢上帝，有些人却不会对我们如此残酷。他们会无怨无悔地爱我们，不论我们多么糟总是愿意接纳我们。今晚在你入睡之前，向上帝祷告请他赐给你力量去接纳他人，不论他们是怎么样的人；请他帮助我们了解那些不同于我们的人。每个人的心里都藏着一种神奇的东西称为「友情」，你不知道它究竟是如何发生何时发生，但你却知道它总会带给我们特殊的礼物。你也会了解友情是上帝给我们最珍贵的赠与！朋友就像是稀奇的宝物。他们带来欢笑，激励我们成功。他们倾听我们内心的话，与我们分享每一句赞美。他们的心房永远为我们而敞开。现在就告诉你的朋友你有多在乎他们。
试想：朋友，您一路看下来之后；一定有很深的感触吧。那么，在对别人有所决定与判断之前，首先，请想想这是否是一个「误会」，然后，请考虑您是否一定要钉下这个「钉子」，如果可以的话，请「且慢下手」。因为，当您对别人「宽大」之时，即是对您自己宽大。
星期六, 九月 02, 2006
关于cz动漫节的画。
9月10日前，
中国原创。
4张可喷涂。
选材⋯⋯
当然要有中国特色拉。
想起了看的那张马的国画。
如果cg也能画的那样儿，吸收国画能为cg特点所用的专长也并无不可
题材多看看鬼吹灯以及类似的国产小说吧⋯⋯
中国原创。
4张可喷涂。
选材⋯⋯
当然要有中国特色拉。
想起了看的那张马的国画。
如果cg也能画的那样儿，吸收国画能为cg特点所用的专长也并无不可
题材多看看鬼吹灯以及类似的国产小说吧⋯⋯
关于prison break s2
尽管有人提出对pb第二季度的疑问，认为剧情开始“扯”了，但是一切的一切
我看来将会有一个更大牵扯的人物和情节展开
理由如此：
曾为驻伊美军的g，如果他被捕，捕风捉影的媒体们会作何观，并且如果当时恰逢虐俘曝光，会如何？
他不应该会是个简单的人物。
西班牙人，他自然是要去找女友了，但是他的情敌⋯⋯
再次出卖（甚至是被女友）的可能性极大。
前景不明。
john abruzzi，这个角色似乎和黑白都有牵涉，尤其是和lincoln&michel的瓜葛应该仍会复杂。
t-bag，目前他要复仇的对象有两个，让我最后一次锒铛入狱的那户女主人，再一个就是砍掉他手的john abruzzi。
这个时候，为什么是左手呢？
呢个小偷，
呵呵
靠本行度日是肯定的了
他的作案和受害人的路线估计其他fbi会注意到；
他被捕的日子，指日可待。
疯子就有点风险了。
连家人都能杀光⋯⋯
这个人，同也是高智商的人，难捕了。
u他州的财富，许多人争抢着前往，或者就是个空壳，或者又是一个谜语。这很有趣。老人在故去的时候不会这么容易，但也没那么容易。
问题在于，
l&m兄弟俩会怎么样，他们会去寻找那笔treasure么。
不知道为什么，总觉得这班人再聚首的可能极大，不一定在fox river，很可能在一次偶遇但也是必遇里。
精明副总统和她的人马该出现了。
公司也该动一动了。
fbi会和他们一起或是起冲突？
这是个有趣的关系，当官贼一体，官做着贼的事情
中间的间隙会足够产生真空么。
至于lj，能够释放他出来的唯一途径，怕是只有两边的谈判了。
我看来将会有一个更大牵扯的人物和情节展开
理由如此：
曾为驻伊美军的g，如果他被捕，捕风捉影的媒体们会作何观，并且如果当时恰逢虐俘曝光，会如何？
他不应该会是个简单的人物。
西班牙人，他自然是要去找女友了，但是他的情敌⋯⋯
再次出卖（甚至是被女友）的可能性极大。
前景不明。
john abruzzi，这个角色似乎和黑白都有牵涉，尤其是和lincoln&michel的瓜葛应该仍会复杂。
t-bag，目前他要复仇的对象有两个，让我最后一次锒铛入狱的那户女主人，再一个就是砍掉他手的john abruzzi。
这个时候，为什么是左手呢？
呢个小偷，
呵呵
靠本行度日是肯定的了
他的作案和受害人的路线估计其他fbi会注意到；
他被捕的日子，指日可待。
疯子就有点风险了。
连家人都能杀光⋯⋯
这个人，同也是高智商的人，难捕了。
u他州的财富，许多人争抢着前往，或者就是个空壳，或者又是一个谜语。这很有趣。老人在故去的时候不会这么容易，但也没那么容易。
问题在于，
l&m兄弟俩会怎么样，他们会去寻找那笔treasure么。
不知道为什么，总觉得这班人再聚首的可能极大，不一定在fox river，很可能在一次偶遇但也是必遇里。
精明副总统和她的人马该出现了。
公司也该动一动了。
fbi会和他们一起或是起冲突？
这是个有趣的关系，当官贼一体，官做着贼的事情
中间的间隙会足够产生真空么。
至于lj，能够释放他出来的唯一途径，怕是只有两边的谈判了。
星期五, 九月 01, 2006
9月1日我大三。
今天看的和想的一些东西。
500码充满令人作呕的污糟祟物，5个足球场那么长⋯⋯
有些鸟是关不住的，而把它关在笼子里会让你觉得罪恶。
看过s.r.已经数不清多少次了，每次看都是一种心灵历练，在andy面前
侮辱、殴打、昧良心做事等等等等如果在prison里是种拦路虎，那么一次次他成功或不成功的度过了。
在我，一天天的磨练只能加重我的反抗和激励心理，拼搏是种乐趣，不在其中享受，就会被失败奴役并笼罩一生。
我爱努力工作，努力学习。
所以我要。
xxx的这次经历对我是个刺激，如果说原来“内部决定了再选”对我还只是种模糊的概念，这次可真是让我见识到了，因为我差点就成了虚伪成功的一员。
许是因为报应吧，某一部分还是重视不够，那么就挂掉了。
呵呵
反倒是种轻松。
看着场下替我加油的xd们，如果败掉，我真的很轻松。
哈哈。
答案还在qq文件里，如果被谁发现并且注意它的日期，哼
xxx的脸面怕是有点挂不住了吧。
开学第一天，还书的同时觉得有必要把大一借过的书再看一遍，
突然发现 如果在对某个行业有了深刻了解之后再温习菜鸟时代的种种
会有更大的收益
今天看了好多书目，大一已经看过的（那会还真是有时间呀）
好些书 那个时候看是增长见识
现在再看 就是对生活的理解了
那本书里 再看 嘿
燃烧起我abroad的想法的 想是就是它了。
今天 猛一回头 我大三了。
年轻时突然来到一个偏远的寺院住上六个月。
这是巴黎国立美院院长对青年人的一个建议。
我呢
还真的想去
在中国大陆，估计也就西藏青海可以算是偏远吧
修行的日子纵然清苦，但是如果是趁着自己还年轻 在一切即将展开的时候
沉下心来对自己做个整理和思考
我想 这很好。
等到下一个开学第一天的时候，我在哪
还会再有这个想法 抑或是已经在为想取些人生经验心得而西去的路上呢。
为你的学院搜索准备：
选择一个适合的学院是一个巨大的决定－－并且断定如何开始你的搜索很可能会感觉到一点点威胁。第一步是简要的理解，寻找并且申请学校是一个着实需要做一些计划的过程。这里有一些好消息：你已经被可以帮到你走过这条路的人群和资源所包围了。有一些tips来帮助你开始搜索：
和你的指导顾问商谈。
他们是你个人的、在线的资源，而且能够在这个过程中针对你的特点帮助你。
去知道他们－－你的顾问们明白你的目标更多，他或者她就能够更好的指引你。
需要你的一份成绩单拷贝。
让你的家庭参与进来。
回顾你的课程表。
检查日程安排。
找出psat,sat,act的考试日程，顺便任何即将来临的学院计划以及来拜访你高中的大学。
创造一个履历。
询问你的朋友。
想一想你所需要的。
算进可精简的。
有这么一家单位值得注意：
ScholarshipAmerica,one of the nation's largest nonprofit private-sector scholarship and educational support organization.
Scholarship Management Services,a program of Scholarship America.
www.scholarshipamerica.org
500码充满令人作呕的污糟祟物，5个足球场那么长⋯⋯
有些鸟是关不住的，而把它关在笼子里会让你觉得罪恶。
看过s.r.已经数不清多少次了，每次看都是一种心灵历练，在andy面前
侮辱、殴打、昧良心做事等等等等如果在prison里是种拦路虎，那么一次次他成功或不成功的度过了。
在我，一天天的磨练只能加重我的反抗和激励心理，拼搏是种乐趣，不在其中享受，就会被失败奴役并笼罩一生。
我爱努力工作，努力学习。
所以我要。
xxx的这次经历对我是个刺激，如果说原来“内部决定了再选”对我还只是种模糊的概念，这次可真是让我见识到了，因为我差点就成了虚伪成功的一员。
许是因为报应吧，某一部分还是重视不够，那么就挂掉了。
呵呵
反倒是种轻松。
看着场下替我加油的xd们，如果败掉，我真的很轻松。
哈哈。
答案还在qq文件里，如果被谁发现并且注意它的日期，哼
xxx的脸面怕是有点挂不住了吧。
开学第一天，还书的同时觉得有必要把大一借过的书再看一遍，
突然发现 如果在对某个行业有了深刻了解之后再温习菜鸟时代的种种
会有更大的收益
今天看了好多书目，大一已经看过的（那会还真是有时间呀）
好些书 那个时候看是增长见识
现在再看 就是对生活的理解了
那本书里 再看 嘿
燃烧起我abroad的想法的 想是就是它了。
今天 猛一回头 我大三了。
年轻时突然来到一个偏远的寺院住上六个月。
这是巴黎国立美院院长对青年人的一个建议。
我呢
还真的想去
在中国大陆，估计也就西藏青海可以算是偏远吧
修行的日子纵然清苦，但是如果是趁着自己还年轻 在一切即将展开的时候
沉下心来对自己做个整理和思考
我想 这很好。
等到下一个开学第一天的时候，我在哪
还会再有这个想法 抑或是已经在为想取些人生经验心得而西去的路上呢。
为你的学院搜索准备：
选择一个适合的学院是一个巨大的决定－－并且断定如何开始你的搜索很可能会感觉到一点点威胁。第一步是简要的理解，寻找并且申请学校是一个着实需要做一些计划的过程。这里有一些好消息：你已经被可以帮到你走过这条路的人群和资源所包围了。有一些tips来帮助你开始搜索：
和你的指导顾问商谈。
他们是你个人的、在线的资源，而且能够在这个过程中针对你的特点帮助你。
去知道他们－－你的顾问们明白你的目标更多，他或者她就能够更好的指引你。
需要你的一份成绩单拷贝。
让你的家庭参与进来。
回顾你的课程表。
检查日程安排。
找出psat,sat,act的考试日程，顺便任何即将来临的学院计划以及来拜访你高中的大学。
创造一个履历。
询问你的朋友。
想一想你所需要的。
算进可精简的。
有这么一家单位值得注意：
ScholarshipAmerica,one of the nation's largest nonprofit private-sector scholarship and educational support organization.
Scholarship Management Services,a program of Scholarship America.
www.scholarshipamerica.org
打算翻译的poser6手册。
第一章
3d基础
这一部分描述了3d的概念。
以下的讨论集中在poser上，当然也同样适用于所有的3d程序。
novice 3d艺术家们应该完全阅读清楚所有的章节以得到宝贵的“场景之下”视角，以便于帮助学习和使用poser。
veteran 3d使用者们可以把这一章当作一个手边速查或者是一个复习。
关于3d空间
让我们开始定义这么3个次元（空间）：
－零次元：一个点就是一个零次元物体的例子。它定义了空间中的一个点，但是没有长度、宽度或者高度。
－一次元：一个一次元物体就是一根线。它有长度，但是没有高度和深度。
－二次元：一个二次元物体有着以下三个中任两个元素。
＊长度
＊高度
＊深度
选取三个中任一个次元并把它叫做A。
现在选取其余两个次元把它们叫做B。
在图中，箭头表示两个次元，矩形表示一个二次元物体。你将很快的主义到所有二次元的物体是完美的平整，就象是一片纸的表面一样。
二次元物体被叫做位面。
＊三次元：
三次元物体拥有所有三个次元（长、高、深）。
就象你从图中所看到的一般，正方体是一个三次元物体。
它有着长度、高度以及深度的概念。
这很简单，不是么？
这里是比较难理解的地方：
你使用二次元工具创造3d材料。
你的计算机屏幕是二次元物体并且你的鼠标可以在两个次元内移动；
它可以报告左－右以及前－后运动但是并不能报告桌子上下的距离是多少。
此外，你的输出将会一直是二次元。看看以上的图：它没有深度的概念。确实如此，
然而，表现三个次元。
3d基础
这一部分描述了3d的概念。
以下的讨论集中在poser上，当然也同样适用于所有的3d程序。
novice 3d艺术家们应该完全阅读清楚所有的章节以得到宝贵的“场景之下”视角，以便于帮助学习和使用poser。
veteran 3d使用者们可以把这一章当作一个手边速查或者是一个复习。
关于3d空间
让我们开始定义这么3个次元（空间）：
－零次元：一个点就是一个零次元物体的例子。它定义了空间中的一个点，但是没有长度、宽度或者高度。
－一次元：一个一次元物体就是一根线。它有长度，但是没有高度和深度。
－二次元：一个二次元物体有着以下三个中任两个元素。
＊长度
＊高度
＊深度
选取三个中任一个次元并把它叫做A。
现在选取其余两个次元把它们叫做B。
在图中，箭头表示两个次元，矩形表示一个二次元物体。你将很快的主义到所有二次元的物体是完美的平整，就象是一片纸的表面一样。
二次元物体被叫做位面。
＊三次元：
三次元物体拥有所有三个次元（长、高、深）。
就象你从图中所看到的一般，正方体是一个三次元物体。
它有着长度、高度以及深度的概念。
这很简单，不是么？
这里是比较难理解的地方：
你使用二次元工具创造3d材料。
你的计算机屏幕是二次元物体并且你的鼠标可以在两个次元内移动；
它可以报告左－右以及前－后运动但是并不能报告桌子上下的距离是多少。
此外，你的输出将会一直是二次元。看看以上的图：它没有深度的概念。确实如此，
然而，表现三个次元。
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