1.After one day's opening up it is certified that blogspot has been banned AGAIN.
2.It is not only me that turned out to be pathetic.
3.Hallelujah to GFW--with my undying sinerity~
2007年3月31日
2007年3月29日
visual noise
what a perceptive guy and what an apt phrase don't you think~
this is my final fit my final bellyache. silent. silent.
And I was dumbly gazing at the bit that tells you which films are coming up on the movie channels, when I noticed that at the bottom of each synopsis sat a group of tiny faces. Celebrity faces. Nestling at the end of the paragraph, like part of the typography, as though the editors had done some research and discovered their readers had devolved to the point where their brains can no longer parse text unless it is broken up with miniature photos of their famous imaginary friends grinning back at them.
This is the case with me. feeling weird reading compressed PDF Time without illustrations while digging into the spaghetti and diet cream ads in People. pathetic me.
I just didn't know why, not yet. So I looked at it again. Somewhere in my head, a camel's back splintered beneath a straw. And I understood: this is madness. Genuinely: this is madness. Concepts replaced by faces. Grinning faces. It is not evidence of "dumbing down". It is the disjointed thought process of madness. That this is even vaguely acceptable is the most dizzying madness of all.
Typical CB way of mocking and protesting.
I wanted to run into the street, without even pausing to wipe, and hurl myself, boggle-eyed, at passers-by, flapping the magazine around, screaming: "HELP! WE'VE LOST OUR MINDS! I HAVE PROOF! I HAVE PROOF."
But I didn't. I stayed put; pooing and afraid.
And I thought: Our leaders lie, and we know they have lied, and there is war in our name, and the world kicks and boils itself to death and we do nothing but stare into the tiny grinning faces of people we don't even know; faces that are, apparently, more "fast, easy and practical" than language itself.
I give us six years, tops.
Why do I think of Humbert Humbert? the rational cynic. the sober creep. yet the world crumbles when he bleeds.
this is my final fit my final bellyache. silent. silent.
And I was dumbly gazing at the bit that tells you which films are coming up on the movie channels, when I noticed that at the bottom of each synopsis sat a group of tiny faces. Celebrity faces. Nestling at the end of the paragraph, like part of the typography, as though the editors had done some research and discovered their readers had devolved to the point where their brains can no longer parse text unless it is broken up with miniature photos of their famous imaginary friends grinning back at them.
This is the case with me. feeling weird reading compressed PDF Time without illustrations while digging into the spaghetti and diet cream ads in People. pathetic me.
I just didn't know why, not yet. So I looked at it again. Somewhere in my head, a camel's back splintered beneath a straw. And I understood: this is madness. Genuinely: this is madness. Concepts replaced by faces. Grinning faces. It is not evidence of "dumbing down". It is the disjointed thought process of madness. That this is even vaguely acceptable is the most dizzying madness of all.
Typical CB way of mocking and protesting.
I wanted to run into the street, without even pausing to wipe, and hurl myself, boggle-eyed, at passers-by, flapping the magazine around, screaming: "HELP! WE'VE LOST OUR MINDS! I HAVE PROOF! I HAVE PROOF."
But I didn't. I stayed put; pooing and afraid.
And I thought: Our leaders lie, and we know they have lied, and there is war in our name, and the world kicks and boils itself to death and we do nothing but stare into the tiny grinning faces of people we don't even know; faces that are, apparently, more "fast, easy and practical" than language itself.
I give us six years, tops.
Why do I think of Humbert Humbert? the rational cynic. the sober creep. yet the world crumbles when he bleeds.
sorry for having an opinion
Gee...simply by posting this title I'm gonna be thrown into the beebox by Charlie Brooker. Most in love with him recently. I'm half way through his Guardian(okay I despise myself) archives and about to dig the BBC ones. To be frank this is hardly out of animal magnetism, indeed.
Building up for tomorrow's very-much-likely-to-come presentation on book/movie promo. It's like a miracle to see a film scoring 94% approval and getting, literally, none rotten but all fresh tomatoes in all the critics columns on RT. I'm there for my vocabulary established for prudent compliments. =)
On the FINA championship. I've got to say that it failed Hoogie, and this is the only way to put the whole ludicrous thing. Plus, Popov still beats them all.
Last thing-- the title today is nothing but fake.
Building up for tomorrow's very-much-likely-to-come presentation on book/movie promo. It's like a miracle to see a film scoring 94% approval and getting, literally, none rotten but all fresh tomatoes in all the critics columns on RT. I'm there for my vocabulary established for prudent compliments. =)
On the FINA championship. I've got to say that it failed Hoogie, and this is the only way to put the whole ludicrous thing. Plus, Popov still beats them all.
Last thing-- the title today is nothing but fake.
2007年3月21日
what's the matter?
blogspot seems to be in trouble again. now i can only log in from background =(
yesterday's post suffered from my awful typo...I pressed "insert" unconsciously and the whole context became totally a mess. Lord knows when I'll have the chance to make that up. sigh.
yesterday's post suffered from my awful typo...I pressed "insert" unconsciously and the whole context became totally a mess. Lord knows when I'll have the chance to make that up. sigh.
2007年3月20日
astounding truth:this blog looks awful in other's eyes~
I'm in the college pc hall now, facing the dusty preface of my blog. Spoiled by the hi-fi screen of my vaio laptop, I've always been drowning myself in the dream that the setting and arrangement for this vertigo page is beyond okay, and now, disillusion.
This is merely a start of the 4-hour non-stop weekly computer lesson, with a boring teacher, stumbling internet access and some pointless tasks to settle down. The cyber would be cut in no time. I'm gonna fighting till the last minute =v=
Mar.24 would be the day on which our team, I mean the Netherlands, playing the last but one qualification match on its way to next year's EuroCup. Hopefully we'll end up just as good as we did twenty years ago. At that time I was sort of 0.15 years old. ^ ^
It's an intricate momery for my first time EuroCup experience in 2000. The overflowing happiness went on as if the netherlands-never-ends dream would ever be waken. We'd got Edwin who was by then just 30, Zenden & Overmars. Everything for me mixed up to a bittersweet symphony. Miss you much. You all. On that brighter summer day.
This is merely a start of the 4-hour non-stop weekly computer lesson, with a boring teacher, stumbling internet access and some pointless tasks to settle down. The cyber would be cut in no time. I'm gonna fighting till the last minute =v=
Mar.24 would be the day on which our team, I mean the Netherlands, playing the last but one qualification match on its way to next year's EuroCup. Hopefully we'll end up just as good as we did twenty years ago. At that time I was sort of 0.15 years old. ^ ^
It's an intricate momery for my first time EuroCup experience in 2000. The overflowing happiness went on as if the netherlands-never-ends dream would ever be waken. We'd got Edwin who was by then just 30, Zenden & Overmars. Everything for me mixed up to a bittersweet symphony. Miss you much. You all. On that brighter summer day.
2007年3月18日
i'm on the edge calling for blog posting censorship~
reading The Economist is indeed of great fun. Say, just this moment I found that the leading party(always upright and undoubtedly great party of course) in my beloved country can actually be called..the 3P..for its chinese term literally reads "the Public-Property Party". =v=
just a tiny piece of journal. yap.
just a tiny piece of journal. yap.
i need someone to talk to right here right now
I've been behaving like a geek in this nail-biting wanton freak, i just watched Before Sunset again, literally, again. This is an over-obssession. I'm addicted to not only the film itself but the feelings it stirs in me as well. I'm utterly overwhelmed so that I'm like shivering a bit now, but I just sit here still in my mania, seeming calm and numb. There's a tiny universe exploding inside and it's driving me mad. I really need someone to talk to, all and nothing about this film. So let's suppose we've got the last 10 hours of our lives, shall we talk now?
Given the fact that nobody's actually aware of the existance of this blog, it's no point leaving this here, but I'm just feeling like doing so. If you have any word to say to me, feel free to drop me a line, plz.
Given the fact that nobody's actually aware of the existance of this blog, it's no point leaving this here, but I'm just feeling like doing so. If you have any word to say to me, feel free to drop me a line, plz.
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